<?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-4702984784343969750</id><updated>2011-11-17T19:26:16.393+08:00</updated><category term='new experience'/><category term='senseless'/><category term='photography'/><category term='opinions?'/><category term='meeting new people'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='treasure'/><category term='self'/><category term='tag'/><category term='planning for the future'/><category term='top of the world'/><category term='uni life'/><category term='lessons on life'/><category term='bashing'/><category term='my opinion'/><category term='awful'/><category term='festivals'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='random celebration'/><category term='f'/><category term='football'/><category term='work'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>And the story begins...</title><subtitle type='html'>...where life can be put into words.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-527467537220172900</id><published>2011-09-17T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T13:37:03.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><title type='text'>New Waves</title><content type='html'>After 21 years of having straight hair, I decided to go wavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I actually went and perm them, I took quite a long time to actually finalize my decision. See, I have intention to perm them but to actually &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; perm them, is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if curly hair doesn't suit me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll look mature, which I don't really want to, considering my kiddy look and attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a small face so would I look like a lion after perming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably think, it's just a hairstyle. Why over think? Hair grows, just cut them off if I don't like it. Or I can easily straighten them back. Perhaps, it's just my nature to resist changes. No, let me rephrase that. Perhaps it's my nature to resist changes that will put me in a disadvantage. Perhaps&lt;i&gt; this&lt;/i&gt; is why I'm in the science field, an analytical field. Probably the reason why I'm not doing business or some fields that involves&amp;nbsp;immeasurable risks. Don't get me wrong. I do take risks,&amp;nbsp;measurable&amp;nbsp;risk. I just don't like the idea of putting myself in a disadvantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fo0X7byQ1Mo/TnQxXYj2-VI/AAAAAAAADag/JEmMwky9x_0/s1600/DSC_2076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fo0X7byQ1Mo/TnQxXYj2-VI/AAAAAAAADag/JEmMwky9x_0/s320/DSC_2076.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes. Even as simple as changing my hairstyle is considered as putting myself in a risk. I'm actually glad that I thought of perming my hair, it made me realize this side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heck, which girl will risk being ugly anyway? Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-527467537220172900?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/527467537220172900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=527467537220172900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/527467537220172900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/527467537220172900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-waves.html' title='New Waves'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fo0X7byQ1Mo/TnQxXYj2-VI/AAAAAAAADag/JEmMwky9x_0/s72-c/DSC_2076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-3780469994300623847</id><published>2011-09-13T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:54:03.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons on life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><title type='text'>Officially Ended My Degree</title><content type='html'>So, I've officially finished my degree with my recent convocation on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TI8HUCZR-mA/Tm9eTDzP02I/AAAAAAAADaQ/IDKYgphRv_o/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TI8HUCZR-mA/Tm9eTDzP02I/AAAAAAAADaQ/IDKYgphRv_o/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it was such a big day for my brothers and sisters. They were getting all excited days before the convocation. As for me, I actually felt nonchalant. It was like, "Well, just a ceremony." I don't feel the excitement some of my friends have. Why? I don't know. Probably I thought it is going to be boring or probably it because of the location etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out, the day wasn't that boring after all. I get to meet my friends and snap plenty of photos- that's for sure. I have the opportunity to have a couple of pictures with the VIPs on that day, Tun Dr. Ling Liong Sik and Dr. Leonard Yong. Also, I met unexpected people like my friends from foundation and back from secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WmKGnDRvc80/Tm9fM4LAWcI/AAAAAAAADaY/Boe0bBJPclw/s1600/DSC_0089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WmKGnDRvc80/Tm9fM4LAWcI/AAAAAAAADaY/Boe0bBJPclw/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was very nostalgic how memories of my first day in foundation flood my mind while I was in the hall. They were still fresh in my mind. It was as if they were just last week when I was in foundation. When did time actually rocketed pass me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pCXKZyK2Onk/Tm9evtWpSZI/AAAAAAAADaU/4-Z-_g9eK0A/s1600/DSC_0060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pCXKZyK2Onk/Tm9evtWpSZI/AAAAAAAADaU/4-Z-_g9eK0A/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the hardship (well, not that hard actually. I was partially enjoying my youth as well.) of mind torturing for exams, squeezing time between tests, assignments and reports, copying and doing last minute tutorials, sleeping in lecture calls or skipping class. They were suddenly forgotten on that day. Suddenly, it felt as there were no hard times throughout the 4 years. Even the hard times were made fun of and they became a joyful event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VslbnhS9kT4/Tm9fonq_-YI/AAAAAAAADac/W1ER1hbOcPk/s1600/DSC_0094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VslbnhS9kT4/Tm9fonq_-YI/AAAAAAAADac/W1ER1hbOcPk/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of degree doesn't mark the end of learning. What did I learn in degree? Plenty. It's not just academic. It's a whole a lot more than that. There are friends, stress, being crazy, family, being away from home and money. Most importantly, I think is that degree taught me how to be think. When I mention 'think', I don't simply mean everyday thinking like what to wear, what to eat or how to finish a homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't teach you all those. They are something with no theory to read or practical to understand. Therefore, these are the real valuable stuff I learnt in my degree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-3780469994300623847?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3780469994300623847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=3780469994300623847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/3780469994300623847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/3780469994300623847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/09/officially-ended-my-degree.html' title='Officially Ended My Degree'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TI8HUCZR-mA/Tm9eTDzP02I/AAAAAAAADaQ/IDKYgphRv_o/s72-c/DSC_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-6925299328241642409</id><published>2011-08-22T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T21:46:47.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top of the world'/><title type='text'>New Phone- Sony Ericsson Xperia Arc</title><content type='html'>I've always been a Sony Ericsson fan. I think they produce the best phone for me. Before this, I've experienced with some phones, from Sony Ericsson and non. I used to buy cheap phone with basic functions because I thought I don't need them. I just need to call and send messages. Now, I think I have a phone opposite to what I used to have. I own a phone with one of the best functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LIbSSEY57F8/TlJcP6eifnI/AAAAAAAADaI/UE3Xg95UsBk/SAM_2005.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LIbSSEY57F8/TlJcP6eifnI/AAAAAAAADaI/UE3Xg95UsBk/s400/SAM_2005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To start off with, this phone has a 8 mega pixel high definition camera. The qualilty of photos taken are, therefore impeccable. The lack of camera features is just a minor drawback since lots of photo/camera related applications can be easily downloaded to this Android 2.3 operating system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-VRx3KyKO4aY/TlJcSeyPVHI/AAAAAAAADaM/VkTgXn31v6E/DSC_0015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-VRx3KyKO4aY/TlJcSeyPVHI/AAAAAAAADaM/VkTgXn31v6E/s400/DSC_0015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;An example of photo taken with the phone camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4.2" wide screen came in handy with this touch screen phone. Navigating through the applications, browsing the web and playing games are so easy. Although the screen is wide, this phones is not at all bulky. In fact, the Xperia Arc is one of the slimmest phone in the market today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0pQLSGcaSLk/TlJcN7OQdWI/AAAAAAAADaE/rMbwGqjFmVM/DSC_0001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0pQLSGcaSLk/TlJcN7OQdWI/AAAAAAAADaE/rMbwGqjFmVM/s400/DSC_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are a lot specs I can write about but you can probably get them from the webs. I would certainly say for RM 1700, the Xperia Arc is no doubt, a fantastic phone. In fact, I honestly think this phone is comparable to an iPhone. Special thanks to my brother, whom got this phone for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, this update is fully performed using my new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-6925299328241642409?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6925299328241642409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=6925299328241642409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6925299328241642409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6925299328241642409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-phone-sony-ericsson-xperia-arc.html' title='New Phone- Sony Ericsson Xperia Arc'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LIbSSEY57F8/TlJcP6eifnI/AAAAAAAADaI/UE3Xg95UsBk/s72-c/SAM_2005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-428850277529660421</id><published>2011-07-25T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T22:13:01.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planning for the future'/><title type='text'>First Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Question : Which field do I like most in Life Sciences?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Biotechnology and this field branches into many other fields. Do I like to work with humans, animals, plants, microorganisms, or extinct lives? Or perhaps non-living objects such as food, technology and the environment? Do I like a micro-analysis like genetics, biomolecular, biochemistry or do I prefer macro-analysis like ecology, ethology and botany?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ybnupoqs-A/Ti146C69XzI/AAAAAAAADZ4/U7TQ6VavAQU/s1600/IMG_3497e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ybnupoqs-A/Ti146C69XzI/AAAAAAAADZ4/U7TQ6VavAQU/s320/IMG_3497e.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Life Sciences is very broad but I did not really focus on the 'large scale' part, rather I've been working (during FYP and now as RA) on the molecular and microbiology part. So, maybe I prefer to do lab work with minimum strength used rather than going out under the sun and get some samples and do tests on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I like to stay in lab and use lab apparatus. This might just mean I like to deal with molecular level, but this haven't answer another question- what do I want to do with this tool/technique?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to get involved with humans? Create artificial organs, do gene therapy, find a cure for cancer or study human diseases?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GGqEAeLoRd0/Ti14pCinmjI/AAAAAAAADZw/nn-uyDp83XM/s1600/DSC00142+edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GGqEAeLoRd0/Ti14pCinmjI/AAAAAAAADZw/nn-uyDp83XM/s320/DSC00142+edit.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to get involved with the plants? Study their stress responses, diseases defend, increase their yield, or produce genetically modified plants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I want to get involved with the invisible bacteria and viruses? Study their protein trafficking, interaction with each other, or modify them to be useful to human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbX7x64-f7g/Ti15E9DmTXI/AAAAAAAADZ8/BpLe5xewXAU/s1600/P3231977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbX7x64-f7g/Ti15E9DmTXI/AAAAAAAADZ8/BpLe5xewXAU/s320/P3231977.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lots of reading to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions and such a long process to get to know myself better. What do I like? When I asked myself this question, I thought of the primary reason I chose Biotech years ago- I want to be a genetic engineer. I want to help the environment. With these 2 short answers in mind, perhaps I can take the next step and ask myself, what and how do I want to help the environment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nH9HnAKijoc/Ti14y3f3SfI/AAAAAAAADZ0/rDvT_kxdLaM/s1600/DSC00153e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nH9HnAKijoc/Ti14y3f3SfI/AAAAAAAADZ0/rDvT_kxdLaM/s320/DSC00153e.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good advice from my supervisor, "Like the Science, not the technique."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-428850277529660421?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/428850277529660421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=428850277529660421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/428850277529660421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/428850277529660421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-step.html' title='First Step'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ybnupoqs-A/Ti146C69XzI/AAAAAAAADZ4/U7TQ6VavAQU/s72-c/IMG_3497e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-3240079756138051025</id><published>2011-07-20T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:17:19.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>Messy Head</title><content type='html'>It has been almost a month since I last updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm back in Kampar, starting my project as an RA. I realize all the academic learning I went through in any level in education institutes taught me a lot of theories. Theories are all the same. They are all reading and understanding. You may like a certain subject because it triggers your curiosity but the hands-on practical for this subject may be boring. Thus, these theories did not 'teach' me what I actually like to do. It's like I'm okay with everything but there is no one specific field that I am really into. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm not liking my current project. I'm doing molecular work now and I enjoy it. I just thought, if I was exposed to more fields, then perhaps I would know which field I really like.. or at least which I do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot in my head right now. I got to solve things one at a time. Hopefully with determination comes success.. and hopefully, the success comes quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-3240079756138051025?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3240079756138051025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=3240079756138051025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/3240079756138051025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/3240079756138051025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/07/messy-head.html' title='Messy Head'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-7875080418174472007</id><published>2011-06-29T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T11:42:12.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><title type='text'>Starting The Second Phase</title><content type='html'>As you know, I've already finished my degree last May. In 2 and a half months time will be my convocation. After resting for a month at home, it is finally the time for the kick start of my second phase- my master degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-moqR1cq9bHk/Tgqet3pcyHI/AAAAAAAADZk/4N0Zs6IqRQI/s1600/DSC_0687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-moqR1cq9bHk/Tgqet3pcyHI/AAAAAAAADZk/4N0Zs6IqRQI/s320/DSC_0687.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be returning Kampar soon and be an RA (Research Assistant) while waiting for the application of my masters program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFRVDW6URmY/Tgqd-IIGQzI/AAAAAAAADZg/ZuzSUQpEWHU/s1600/DSC_0632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFRVDW6URmY/Tgqd-IIGQzI/AAAAAAAADZg/ZuzSUQpEWHU/s320/DSC_0632.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Many of my friends went different paths. Some have already started working, some choose the same path as me while some are still trying to figure out what they want to do. I'll missed them, especially when I return to lab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-7875080418174472007?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7875080418174472007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=7875080418174472007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/7875080418174472007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/7875080418174472007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/06/starting-second-phase.html' title='Starting The Second Phase'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-moqR1cq9bHk/Tgqet3pcyHI/AAAAAAAADZk/4N0Zs6IqRQI/s72-c/DSC_0687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-3526050264168078910</id><published>2011-06-17T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T11:28:16.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Visit to Guang Xi, China.</title><content type='html'>I just came back from the Guang Xi province not long ago. My family members and I went for an 8 days tour and we visited Guilin, Hezhou, Yangshuo, Lipu and Xingan. This time, instead of summarizing what I experience each day, I'll tell you the interesting facts I discovered in Guang Xi. Facts different from what we see in our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHdAQTZtqvQ/Tfqt9vubhJI/AAAAAAAADZE/ckW63_OsHQE/s1600/SAM_1730.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHdAQTZtqvQ/Tfqt9vubhJI/AAAAAAAADZE/ckW63_OsHQE/s320/SAM_1730.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. Road.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should comment that Chinese are very terrible or good drivers. They are very scary drivers. They turn when they feel like turning and stop in the middle of the road even if there are cars behind. There are a lot, really &lt;b&gt;A LOT&lt;/b&gt; of motorcyclist and cyclists on the road to make the matter worse. Not only car drivers need to avoid other cars, they need to keep an eye on the motorcyclist and pedestrians whom go in random directions. There is no one minute that I cannot hear honks. And I mean &lt;b&gt;honkS&lt;/b&gt;. However, they are good drivers because despite the complicated and busy road, there are very little road accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese driving on the left already confused me, having a very busy and complicated road system did not help much. There are very little traffic lights on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motorcyclists, cyclists and pedestrians are not afraid of bigger vehicles, even buses and lorries. They will not budge an inch even when the vehicle is just one foot behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I mention motorcyclists, I do not really mean the petrol-driven motorbikes. Majority of the motorbikes (like 95%) are electrical bikes. They are as big as the usual motorbikes and are allowed to cruise on main roads and even highways like the normal bikes. But, electric motorcyclists do not need to wear helmets, like they are not prone to accidents as the petrol-driven motorcyclists. In fact, only motorbike taxi drivers need to wear helmets. Maybe helmets are part of their uniform. Helmets do not serve the purpose of protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4Q2zbxdWr8/TfqwYFOEKnI/AAAAAAAADZY/cz60ZhjBF98/s1600/SAM_1793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4Q2zbxdWr8/TfqwYFOEKnI/AAAAAAAADZY/cz60ZhjBF98/s320/SAM_1793.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the fare to use highways are&lt;b&gt; very&lt;/b&gt; costly. Approximately 250km in Malaysia, like from Klang to Kampar costs RM 25. Over in Guang Xi, the same distance cost up to 220RMB, that is about RM 110!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. People.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 56 ethnics in China as opposed to the 3 main ones in Malaysia. In China, the majority are the Hans (I am a Han as well!). Other ethnics whom village I've visited are the Yao, Zhuang, and Hakka among others which name I do not remember. Each tribe lives in an area and speak their own dialect. Unlike how majority of (Malaysian) Chinese in Klang speak Hok'kien even though they are not Hok'kien people, the (China) Chinese only speak their tribe dialect and Mandarin. They do not understand other dialects. As oppose to this, due to media influences, many (Malaysian) Chinese can speak Cantonese as an additional dialect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cpWBDBQULWs/TfqwWv5oALI/AAAAAAAADZU/zKtzRZNYboA/s1600/DSC_0125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cpWBDBQULWs/TfqwWv5oALI/AAAAAAAADZU/zKtzRZNYboA/s320/DSC_0125.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each ethnic also have their own culture. For instance, one of the tribes which name I've forgotten, measure beauty by the darkness of the skin. Also, the man with the darkest skin gets to become the village leader. Although there are also Hakkas in Malaysia, they are not sensitive towards words like "&lt;i&gt;xiao jie&lt;/i&gt;" (miss). However, Hakkas in the Hakka village (in Yangshuo), are very, very sensitive towards the word "&lt;i&gt;xiao jie&lt;/i&gt;". "&lt;i&gt;Xiao jie&lt;/i&gt;" should not be addressed to girls as this word is only used for prostitutes. The Hakka houses are also easily recognized by the display of their family name on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese are very talented. I can confidently say that they are the only race in the world that can perform amazing acrobatic shows. &lt;b&gt;Amazing! &lt;/b&gt;Small girls bend like they are boneless and small boys have the strength that could fight a bull. Imagine the discipline they have to train since they were&amp;nbsp;toddlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lHHEZEgWC_o/Tfqtlfl0TxI/AAAAAAAADZA/_Qdb5AFTGFs/s1600/SAM_1720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lHHEZEgWC_o/Tfqtlfl0TxI/AAAAAAAADZA/_Qdb5AFTGFs/s320/SAM_1720.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;One of the best acrobatic show ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkaYvETTHqk/TfqtIcBubrI/AAAAAAAADY0/O3GaNtY4sMo/s1600/DSC_0437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkaYvETTHqk/TfqtIcBubrI/AAAAAAAADY0/O3GaNtY4sMo/s320/DSC_0437.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;How did they even thought of using ducks to fish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've noticed that compared to Malaysia, there are lesser, who do I put this? Let's just say &lt;i&gt;fleshy&lt;/i&gt; girls. No, I'm not saying that Malaysian girls are fat. Certainly no. I've seen supermodel slim figures. But I've noticed that in Guang Xi, only 1 out of 200 girls are fat. Even old ladies are thin. Besides, unlike how there are a handful of guys who have their ears pierced, I've never seen even just &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; guy with pierced ear in Guang Xi. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;3. Food.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you like Chinese food in Malaysia, you might not have the same thought when you try real Chinese food. They are so very different from our Chinese food. They do not have 'bah kut teh' or 'char kueh teow' or 'laksa'. People in Guang Xi likes sour and spicy. They have a local specialty which smells, excuse me, but it smells like unwashed toilet. Their breakfast are porridge, &lt;i&gt;mantou&lt;/i&gt;, their local 'mee hoon' (which, I swear are noodles!), noodles (which are 'kueh teow' ==), dumplings, &lt;i&gt;pau&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with 'mee hoon' inside, soya bean milk and some weird &lt;i&gt;kuih-muih&lt;/i&gt;. I've never been to Shanghai but according to my mom, she said in Shanghai people likes eating sweet stuff. Every dish is added with sugar. How weird... but similarly, if the Chinese came over to Malaysia, they might feel our food is weird. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BPq4KyM3MHU/Tfqs8Fv3E-I/AAAAAAAADYw/uarvLfemp4g/s1600/DSC_0354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BPq4KyM3MHU/Tfqs8Fv3E-I/AAAAAAAADYw/uarvLfemp4g/s320/DSC_0354.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Snacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ppe7dmjn5yA/TfqspuSgPdI/AAAAAAAADYY/XSWarDrXgio/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ppe7dmjn5yA/TfqspuSgPdI/AAAAAAAADYY/XSWarDrXgio/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So-called 'mee hoon'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mLnDr9tsyfQ/TfqswG-xN7I/AAAAAAAADYg/WswUKjW2nU4/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mLnDr9tsyfQ/TfqswG-xN7I/AAAAAAAADYg/WswUKjW2nU4/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was having a stroll in Hezhou one night, just to experience their night life. My dad discovered something, which to me is horrifying. Apparently, there were hawker stalls which sells exotic animal flesh. These stalls provide the service of slaughtering and cooking any type of animal meat you want to have that night. Snakes, dogs, you name it. Cruelty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-thr2CkY-hMU/TfqtL2MRx6I/AAAAAAAADY4/4oCzpOMsw2I/s1600/DSC_0590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-thr2CkY-hMU/TfqtL2MRx6I/AAAAAAAADY4/4oCzpOMsw2I/s320/DSC_0590.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guang Xi have their locally made beer. With alcohol level of only 3%, there's no problem drinking the whole bottle yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xI1pqDXpLDs/TfqsjA4hEkI/AAAAAAAADYU/oAFfKi4Sg8Q/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xI1pqDXpLDs/TfqsjA4hEkI/AAAAAAAADYU/oAFfKi4Sg8Q/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also plenty restaurants I saw in Guang Xi which tables are no higher than 2 feet and instead of chairs, customers sit on short stools. Feels like China, yes. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AvtrXxksGto/TfquPG5hznI/AAAAAAAADZI/8GHi5e36Y6E/s1600/SAM_1734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AvtrXxksGto/TfquPG5hznI/AAAAAAAADZI/8GHi5e36Y6E/s320/SAM_1734.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;4. Environment.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would say the government spent a lot and made an effort to preserve the natural and beautiful environment. It is indeed, the best place for photo-taking. Parks looked like ancient China, like those we see in TVB dramas. Even newly build building have ancient Chinese influence instead of adopting modern architecture. According to the tour guide, there are over 300,000 hills/mountains in Guang Xi, the state with the most mountains. So, yes, Guang Xi is a vacation spot for sight seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTrOKDQbKwg/Tfqs0zO-A3I/AAAAAAAADYk/aDhz5A-TPFk/s1600/DSC_0105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTrOKDQbKwg/Tfqs0zO-A3I/AAAAAAAADYk/aDhz5A-TPFk/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TNnVUuXr97Y/Tfqs6H_J4nI/AAAAAAAADYs/sfwhqILfAlw/s1600/DSC_0311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TNnVUuXr97Y/Tfqs6H_J4nI/AAAAAAAADYs/sfwhqILfAlw/s320/DSC_0311.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmUKYCs6hLU/Tfqs4PD4OHI/AAAAAAAADYo/RXLuIsh3oJk/s1600/DSC_0183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmUKYCs6hLU/Tfqs4PD4OHI/AAAAAAAADYo/RXLuIsh3oJk/s320/DSC_0183.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GfIjVdrM8Cc/TfqtNlBzjkI/AAAAAAAADY8/NLwN5q-bR54/s1600/DSC_0604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GfIjVdrM8Cc/TfqtNlBzjkI/AAAAAAAADY8/NLwN5q-bR54/s320/DSC_0604.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mom, tasau and niece. Hilly background is obscured by thick mist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I personally feel Guang Xi, although the parks and vacation spots are kept clean, other public areas like the walkway, roads, certain restaurants and open air shopping area are not as clean. There were papers and cards everywhere. The ground are constantly wet with dirt mark everywhere. What I can't handle most is people throwing rubbish on the floor when there's rubbish bins around. Perhaps more effort should be put into keeping the whole town clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNw8Ve5Jnyk/Tfqstaso7mI/AAAAAAAADYc/FvOro8EIoek/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNw8Ve5Jnyk/Tfqstaso7mI/AAAAAAAADYc/FvOro8EIoek/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Underground shopping place. Not that clean.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I can think of now. After gaining a few kgs and a few shades darker, I'm back with more experience. It's kind of irony thinking how we are all Chinese, with the same skin colour and common ancestors, we are actually very different from each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-3526050264168078910?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3526050264168078910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=3526050264168078910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/3526050264168078910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/3526050264168078910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/06/visit-to-guang-xi-china.html' title='Visit to Guang Xi, China.'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHdAQTZtqvQ/Tfqt9vubhJI/AAAAAAAADZE/ckW63_OsHQE/s72-c/SAM_1730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-8520810498284724991</id><published>2011-05-31T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T17:28:33.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top of the world'/><title type='text'>21st Birthday Presents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On my 21st birthday I got expensive gifts XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Vk1aT2ymtw/TeRJRbgrcHI/AAAAAAAADXs/1AhUQ9NWQeM/s1600/DSC_1776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Vk1aT2ymtw/TeRJRbgrcHI/AAAAAAAADXs/1AhUQ9NWQeM/s320/DSC_1776.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A 50mm f/1.8D macro lens from my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tdg0miECR84/TeRMoFeW4kI/AAAAAAAADX0/-DRUvyJ9vqU/s1600/DSC_1789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tdg0miECR84/TeRMoFeW4kI/AAAAAAAADX0/-DRUvyJ9vqU/s320/DSC_1789.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A gold necklace and pendant from my mama and papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWf-tdXiYm4/TeS0gG43J1I/AAAAAAAADYI/CqpOUiXyytA/s1600/CA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWf-tdXiYm4/TeS0gG43J1I/AAAAAAAADYI/CqpOUiXyytA/s320/CA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A car from my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7SxPe6bKj78/TeRN_sOY8oI/AAAAAAAADYA/v9dN-EFO5iA/s1600/SAM_1618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7SxPe6bKj78/TeRN_sOY8oI/AAAAAAAADYA/v9dN-EFO5iA/s320/SAM_1618.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a set pretty cupcakes. They are photography-themed! Look at how adorable they were. I simply just can't put them in my mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-upRRdzao7JU/TeRNr4JtITI/AAAAAAAADX8/3uiRBZLJWhA/s1600/DSC_1842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-upRRdzao7JU/TeRNr4JtITI/AAAAAAAADX8/3uiRBZLJWhA/s320/DSC_1842.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I'm 21 now. Happy Adulthood to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EUpp-RLFmy0/TeROcUHgg5I/AAAAAAAADYE/h5_jhsFAIpQ/s1600/SAM_1619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EUpp-RLFmy0/TeROcUHgg5I/AAAAAAAADYE/h5_jhsFAIpQ/s320/SAM_1619.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;According to Sito, &lt;b&gt;Being Legal = Responsibility + Freedom.&lt;/b&gt; I couldn't agree more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-8520810498284724991?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8520810498284724991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=8520810498284724991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8520810498284724991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8520810498284724991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/05/21st-birthday-presents.html' title='21st Birthday Presents!'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Vk1aT2ymtw/TeRJRbgrcHI/AAAAAAAADXs/1AhUQ9NWQeM/s72-c/DSC_1776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-1899423393941954256</id><published>2011-05-27T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T10:08:22.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><title type='text'>Paramotoring Tandem Flight</title><content type='html'>A couple of months back, there was a great discount, a 50% discount for paramotoring. I asked couple of my friends and decided to try this new adventure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9rrhYKYRV0c/Td797UBYwiI/AAAAAAAADXc/n2acMw8FH9c/s1600/SAM_1585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9rrhYKYRV0c/Td797UBYwiI/AAAAAAAADXc/n2acMw8FH9c/s320/SAM_1585.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EZG5C6wQJDY/Td7-P0Xi4HI/AAAAAAAADXg/7XylcmpQ27U/s1600/SAM_1593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EZG5C6wQJDY/Td7-P0Xi4HI/AAAAAAAADXg/7XylcmpQ27U/s320/SAM_1593.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is paramotoring? In my own words, the word 'paramotoring' derived from 2 words, 'parachute' and 'motor'. So, it is a combination of both of these objects and enables people to fly. Paramotor is actually a chair with a big fan attached to the back and a parachute on top. When the fan is turned on, it will propel the chair forward and the parachute will lift the chair up. Still confused? Look at the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsQEYurumm4/Td79orO_RAI/AAAAAAAADXY/PxClGwQF_OE/s1600/SAM_1529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsQEYurumm4/Td79orO_RAI/AAAAAAAADXY/PxClGwQF_OE/s320/SAM_1529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 6 of us, my sister, Ah Wei, Gs, Sito, Leon and I. And we paramotored in that order. On the first day, only my sister managed to fly because sadly, when it reached Ah Wei's turn, the motor failed and she had to have an emergency landing. Scary, but exciting. So, we were asked to come back the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next day, all of us flew and it was an experience to remember. We flew above the Straits of Melaka. I, or rather, my body is never flying-friendly. Whenever I fly (as in travel in an aeroplane), I'll be dizzy and feel nausea. But no, I do not have motion sickness. I can drive and take roller coaster rides, no sweat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VVuWyk93DLU/Td7-jUXGNVI/AAAAAAAADXk/T-UoYtizVPo/s1600/SAM_1601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VVuWyk93DLU/Td7-jUXGNVI/AAAAAAAADXk/T-UoYtizVPo/s320/SAM_1601.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQV_7cSqxA4/Td7_BA1s6oI/AAAAAAAADXo/wz8CPSUC__I/s1600/SAM_1608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQV_7cSqxA4/Td7_BA1s6oI/AAAAAAAADXo/wz8CPSUC__I/s320/SAM_1608.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to the location for paramotoring was an adventure itself. Never thought it would be located deep in a village. After paramotoring, well, it make sense because this activity needs a big plot of land and nice view. We called the office up for directions, which turned out to be funny yet frustrating and we were still lost for more than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a clip I made, starring all of us except my sister because she flew off before saying any 'script'. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-11a859dd3513ed6e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D11a859dd3513ed6e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330430836%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D42851B404728264005E3CCFBE061A2A421662B88.15A99D90D8C5020E04DA6686EC1949670436CA62%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D11a859dd3513ed6e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4hPkh0PL-Th-GpBCmb-iAnrSkJ4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D11a859dd3513ed6e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330430836%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D42851B404728264005E3CCFBE061A2A421662B88.15A99D90D8C5020E04DA6686EC1949670436CA62%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D11a859dd3513ed6e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4hPkh0PL-Th-GpBCmb-iAnrSkJ4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more photos, visit &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150191584813160.312736.594618159"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sito's album&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-1899423393941954256?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1899423393941954256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=1899423393941954256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1899423393941954256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1899423393941954256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/05/paramotoring-tandem-flight.html' title='Paramotoring Tandem Flight'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9rrhYKYRV0c/Td797UBYwiI/AAAAAAAADXc/n2acMw8FH9c/s72-c/SAM_1585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-608620086441699740</id><published>2011-05-18T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:49:31.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><title type='text'>Baking for Ah Wei's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Ah Wei's birthday was last week but last week Guat Shan and I was still in Kampar. We couldn't make it back to celebrate Ah Wei's birthday. So, we make it up by baking for a birthday cake for Ah Wei and celebrating her birthday in Greenbox, a karaoke session! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dNZP3HWL6lw/TdO8NJ-TTaI/AAAAAAAADWw/d15Rl78JOSs/s1600/SAM_1473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dNZP3HWL6lw/TdO8NJ-TTaI/AAAAAAAADWw/d15Rl78JOSs/s320/SAM_1473.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NDsG04-qRJc/TdO8mpw2WBI/AAAAAAAADW0/0AyLp9H94qc/s1600/SAM_1484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NDsG04-qRJc/TdO8mpw2WBI/AAAAAAAADW0/0AyLp9H94qc/s320/SAM_1484.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was practically our first time &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; baking. We were kinda scientific as in we read the recipe several times to plan the steps and then &lt;b&gt;accurately&lt;/b&gt; measure the quantity of ingredients needed. 450g means 450g, no more, no less. But then my mom, an experienced baker, came and started throwing the ingredients into the mixing bowl according to her instinct. See the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZER8K2Xneg/TdO9AoCFX1I/AAAAAAAADW4/Y2rK5y-BONE/s1600/SAM_1486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZER8K2Xneg/TdO9AoCFX1I/AAAAAAAADW4/Y2rK5y-BONE/s320/SAM_1486.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-9BcU6er5s/TdO9afmadXI/AAAAAAAADW8/uz_vYq4Rhho/s1600/SAM_1492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-9BcU6er5s/TdO9afmadXI/AAAAAAAADW8/uz_vYq4Rhho/s320/SAM_1492.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most difficult part was not the mixing and baking part. It was the topping part apparently. The cream for topping is so 'fragile' that I could not exert additional force or else it would destroy the smooth surface. Geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Seo4ZRFQao/TdO9_Fim4wI/AAAAAAAADXE/ySQvQ1LIWbc/s1600/SAM_1505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Seo4ZRFQao/TdO9_Fim4wI/AAAAAAAADXE/ySQvQ1LIWbc/s320/SAM_1505.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5JjbIvpoaQ/TdO-xSogWaI/AAAAAAAADXM/mfcDlukrA0c/s1600/SAM_1523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5JjbIvpoaQ/TdO-xSogWaI/AAAAAAAADXM/mfcDlukrA0c/s320/SAM_1523.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas! We managed to produce an edible and presentable cake! Wala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VVmNaXTxj_k/TdO_GnOi_LI/AAAAAAAADXQ/o01RQkF1sz0/s1600/SAM_1528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VVmNaXTxj_k/TdO_GnOi_LI/AAAAAAAADXQ/o01RQkF1sz0/s320/SAM_1528.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mlmlgMR-7V0/TdO-Z8_NUpI/AAAAAAAADXI/zf4YMp8FQSA/s1600/SAM_1519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mlmlgMR-7V0/TdO-Z8_NUpI/AAAAAAAADXI/zf4YMp8FQSA/s320/SAM_1519.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday, Ah Wei!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-608620086441699740?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/608620086441699740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=608620086441699740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/608620086441699740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/608620086441699740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/05/baking-for-ah-weis-birthday.html' title='Baking for Ah Wei&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dNZP3HWL6lw/TdO8NJ-TTaI/AAAAAAAADWw/d15Rl78JOSs/s72-c/SAM_1473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-5768495283787973484</id><published>2011-05-16T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T12:13:16.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>Holiday Plans</title><content type='html'>I've finished my whole degree course and I'm practically free until I start my Masters program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do during these 3 months? I don't know.. Maybe I will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for another trip with friends (maybe somewhere this or next week)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for a trip with my family (confirmed to China in June)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work part time from home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean up my room for some space for my clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clear my wardrobe and donate clothes that I do not wear anymore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch the tonnes of movies I exchanged with others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play DotA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit random places (like backpacking? Lol.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Erm.. &lt;i&gt;lepak&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all these, I will return to Kampar as an RA (Research Assistant) before I start my Masters program. It'll be kind of a boring break for me since people I usually &lt;i&gt;lepak&lt;/i&gt; with has already started working or are either studying. So, perhaps I'll return to Kampar earlier. I don't know, we'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as for now, Happy Holidays to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-5768495283787973484?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/5768495283787973484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=5768495283787973484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/5768495283787973484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/5768495283787973484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/05/holiday-plans.html' title='Holiday Plans'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-3508546748743265556</id><published>2011-04-25T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T12:19:40.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><title type='text'>Short Update</title><content type='html'>This blog hasn't been updated for a month.. why? One reason is there wasn't anything unusual or interesting happened that I could write it down here. And the other reason is, even if there were some special events, I was busy to notice them or to blog them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past month, I was either busy studying for my exam or busy writing my thesis. Now that I'm finally done with my thesis (I've just came back from submitting it), I have to push myself to study for my finals this Thursday. Pack, but since it's already the final finals, as in the last final exam I would sit for, I won't complain. In fact, when everyone is supposed to be happy there wouldn't be anymore exams, I'm in the opposite. No more exams simply means I'm graduating and leaving my current stage in life, and entering a new stage soon. New stages are always more difficult. Have you ever played a game where Level 2 is easier than Level 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, it's pretty sad. My elder brother once told me that studying life is the best because there is where we gain most freedom in many aspects. It might be stressful at times, but it's nothing compared to what we're prepared for in the future. And yes, it took me long but I understand what he meant now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-3508546748743265556?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3508546748743265556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=3508546748743265556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/3508546748743265556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/3508546748743265556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/04/short-update.html' title='Short Update'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-8493656294353424588</id><published>2011-03-27T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:07:42.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><title type='text'>Feeling Creative Over The Weekend</title><content type='html'>Like what the title said, I was just feeling a little more creative than usual.. And managed to &lt;i&gt;'coax' &lt;/i&gt;Eric into modelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsBJgTbG0nY/TY8zp5UEFKI/AAAAAAAADWU/oGvHvGqyXcQ/s1600/DSC_1419-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsBJgTbG0nY/TY8zp5UEFKI/AAAAAAAADWU/oGvHvGqyXcQ/s320/DSC_1419-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HAJNBjGpz-A/TY8z1EeHuYI/AAAAAAAADWY/w14h1sN72X4/s1600/DSC_1445-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HAJNBjGpz-A/TY8z1EeHuYI/AAAAAAAADWY/w14h1sN72X4/s320/DSC_1445-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xyHfCgxOkfs/TY80Hz66i4I/AAAAAAAADWc/YE9PTbgQ_1E/s1600/DSC_1453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xyHfCgxOkfs/TY80Hz66i4I/AAAAAAAADWc/YE9PTbgQ_1E/s320/DSC_1453.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal and more environmental pics.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d4XquCidImg/TY80-jVQTtI/AAAAAAAADWk/iVTWnEJ8Bwg/s1600/DSC_1489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d4XquCidImg/TY80-jVQTtI/AAAAAAAADWk/iVTWnEJ8Bwg/s320/DSC_1489.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXFf9nBe2d4/TY80lSxrqJI/AAAAAAAADWg/JwJe4bt3PFo/s1600/DSC_1486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXFf9nBe2d4/TY80lSxrqJI/AAAAAAAADWg/JwJe4bt3PFo/s320/DSC_1486.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNs7quC4V5c/TY8zPZI8YlI/AAAAAAAADWQ/Z6UmEUHwY8E/s1600/CSC_1496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNs7quC4V5c/TY8zPZI8YlI/AAAAAAAADWQ/Z6UmEUHwY8E/s320/CSC_1496.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my favourite few. More in my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?fbid=10150163909206869&amp;amp;id=666686868&amp;amp;aid=346145"&gt;Facebook album&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-8493656294353424588?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8493656294353424588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=8493656294353424588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8493656294353424588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8493656294353424588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/03/feeling-creative-over-weekend.html' title='Feeling Creative Over The Weekend'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsBJgTbG0nY/TY8zp5UEFKI/AAAAAAAADWU/oGvHvGqyXcQ/s72-c/DSC_1419-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-6531678663778243265</id><published>2011-03-26T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T00:23:38.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>Light Writing</title><content type='html'>Recently, I found my passion back toward Nikcy. It's not like I lost interest in photography before this. It's just that I was busy with a lot of things and didn't really have the chance to take out my DLSR and play with it, until last week when I went to Teluk Intan (see previous post), I realized I actually miss photography &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vV0opAu5q9s/TYy8ugx7m_I/AAAAAAAADVg/6XSVQYx82MM/s1600/DSC_1376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vV0opAu5q9s/TYy8ugx7m_I/AAAAAAAADVg/6XSVQYx82MM/s320/DSC_1376.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_jMdBmxgFbk/TYy9KHpYdpI/AAAAAAAADVk/kEFUGaVbn4M/s1600/DSC_1378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_jMdBmxgFbk/TYy9KHpYdpI/AAAAAAAADVk/kEFUGaVbn4M/s320/DSC_1378.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I tried a photography &lt;i&gt;style&lt;/i&gt; I wanted to try since long ago. It's called light writing where people use torch light to write in the air, in a dark room or area. For this technique, I had Eric to scribble and write on the air while I experiment. These are the outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-u8nKJbYq2ww/TYy-vJWtO3I/AAAAAAAADV4/CMYZjdnt-h0/s1600/DSC_1400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-u8nKJbYq2ww/TYy-vJWtO3I/AAAAAAAADV4/CMYZjdnt-h0/s320/DSC_1400.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4aJBPnOMSNM/TYy_ICcur0I/AAAAAAAADV8/3Y6UfnYSzLs/s1600/DSC_1404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4aJBPnOMSNM/TYy_ICcur0I/AAAAAAAADV8/3Y6UfnYSzLs/s320/DSC_1404.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-f9bOjv3FSas/TYy9mYIWsvI/AAAAAAAADVo/D5y5XC0PCFI/s1600/DSC_1386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-f9bOjv3FSas/TYy9mYIWsvI/AAAAAAAADVo/D5y5XC0PCFI/s320/DSC_1386.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a very simple technique. All is needed is to manipulate the shutter speed. Then it's my turn to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SvLZeAppWEs/TYy-QatqkrI/AAAAAAAADV0/2VLegmWAoyA/s1600/DSC_1394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SvLZeAppWEs/TYy-QatqkrI/AAAAAAAADV0/2VLegmWAoyA/s320/DSC_1394.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Kl5uOhqJXAo/TYy-IHRRNbI/AAAAAAAADVw/Al2KjYT5adA/s1600/DSC_1391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Kl5uOhqJXAo/TYy-IHRRNbI/AAAAAAAADVw/Al2KjYT5adA/s320/DSC_1391.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-T1KJJcgTyjE/TYy9tOWd6aI/AAAAAAAADVs/LYx4FZUOYV8/s1600/DSC_1387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-T1KJJcgTyjE/TYy9tOWd6aI/AAAAAAAADVs/LYx4FZUOYV8/s320/DSC_1387.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1FqCOBpwZ44/TYy_nO2XiWI/AAAAAAAADWE/6v50028gLos/s1600/DSC_1417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1FqCOBpwZ44/TYy_nO2XiWI/AAAAAAAADWE/6v50028gLos/s320/DSC_1417.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-INtyYdo_Xao/TYy_gZQJ15I/AAAAAAAADWA/rG0X6afUTC0/s1600/DSC_1413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-INtyYdo_Xao/TYy_gZQJ15I/AAAAAAAADWA/rG0X6afUTC0/s320/DSC_1413.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Interesting, isn't it? I'm longing for a new lens, 55-200mm telephoto lens. I'm still thinking if I should get it though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-6531678663778243265?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6531678663778243265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=6531678663778243265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6531678663778243265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6531678663778243265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/03/light-writing.html' title='Light Writing'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vV0opAu5q9s/TYy8ugx7m_I/AAAAAAAADVg/6XSVQYx82MM/s72-c/DSC_1376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-2464905856405735919</id><published>2011-03-20T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T00:26:18.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><title type='text'>Jalan-jalan Cari Makan &amp; Tangkap Gambar</title><content type='html'>Yesterday evening at 6.30 p.m., the 6 of us, Guat Shan, Sito, Hua, Eric, Jing Wei and I decided to drive down to Teluk Intan for some &lt;i&gt;chee cheong fun&lt;/i&gt;. Since it has been quite some while since I last play around with my Nikcy, so I decided to snap a few shots and well, see if my skills improved. I doubt this though.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VYRxWOa6180/TYWAfZ8skLI/AAAAAAAADU8/c0Yai7OGP3A/s1600/DSC_1265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VYRxWOa6180/TYWAfZ8skLI/AAAAAAAADU8/c0Yai7OGP3A/s320/DSC_1265.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Teluk Intan's famous chee cheong fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we arrived thanks to a 'super map' by Hua's classmates. We got our &lt;i&gt;chee cheong fun&lt;/i&gt; at 8 p.m. and then went to a nearby food court to have our dinner and &lt;i&gt;chee chong fun&lt;/i&gt;. Coincidentally, there was&lt;i&gt; pasar malam&lt;/i&gt; as well. So, being a &lt;i&gt;pasar malam&lt;/i&gt; fan (me, that is) and being overly full, we went to the&lt;i&gt; pasar malam&lt;/i&gt; for a light walk. I got myself a pair of adorable flip-flops. Only RM 5!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GS6m1D9QG2s/TYWA8b_NdlI/AAAAAAAADVA/lnSmJ_JRb6k/s1600/DSC_1272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GS6m1D9QG2s/TYWA8b_NdlI/AAAAAAAADVA/lnSmJ_JRb6k/s320/DSC_1272.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sito waiting for her burger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-C-9sibjy6N8/TYWCyT3jFJI/AAAAAAAADVU/u4DSGtVMslM/s1600/DSC_1356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-C-9sibjy6N8/TYWCyT3jFJI/AAAAAAAADVU/u4DSGtVMslM/s320/DSC_1356.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Facebook for Sito and Gs and mine is Blogger! Lol.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It started to drizzle soon after that but we still went to the leaning pagoda because the guys never been there and Ah Hua was so anticipated to see the slanted tower. We snap some photos then left for some tea in Old Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dYhzSfebWT4/TYWBVKahxII/AAAAAAAADVE/LNNm-DBrVlM/s1600/DSC_1292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dYhzSfebWT4/TYWBVKahxII/AAAAAAAADVE/LNNm-DBrVlM/s320/DSC_1292.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The Leaning Pagoda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iYUzKzYLroQ/TYWBdDKnHyI/AAAAAAAADVI/mKuF5QBsL18/s1600/DSC_1320.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iYUzKzYLroQ/TYWBdDKnHyI/AAAAAAAADVI/mKuF5QBsL18/s320/DSC_1320.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The moon was supposed to be the biggest and brightest last night but it was obscured by the rain clouds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7JIxbzaW7BM/TYWB4hSw2_I/AAAAAAAADVM/AC9K3arRyrM/s1600/DSC_1342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7JIxbzaW7BM/TYWB4hSw2_I/AAAAAAAADVM/AC9K3arRyrM/s320/DSC_1342.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My honey lemon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sA3ly61q7hw/TYWCVmHsNAI/AAAAAAAADVQ/jLUylEjKN2Y/s1600/DSC_1345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sA3ly61q7hw/TYWCVmHsNAI/AAAAAAAADVQ/jLUylEjKN2Y/s320/DSC_1345.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Another passionate photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I took a couple of shots during this short trip and well, what do you think? I'm interested in getting a macro lens, thanks to Miss Sito. It's a 50mm lens which cost somewhere RM400. Or perhaps I'll get a fish eye lens? Well, I'll think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-2464905856405735919?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2464905856405735919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=2464905856405735919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/2464905856405735919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/2464905856405735919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/03/jalan-jalan-cari-makan-tangkap-gambar.html' title='Jalan-jalan Cari Makan &amp; Tangkap Gambar'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VYRxWOa6180/TYWAfZ8skLI/AAAAAAAADU8/c0Yai7OGP3A/s72-c/DSC_1265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-8613254176879051986</id><published>2011-03-12T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T11:02:52.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>Infected- A Second Visit To The Doctor</title><content type='html'>I just came back from the clinic. This time round, the doctor recommend me to take an antibiotic jab. Doctors and nurses in Kampar are very nice people. They actually explain to you (when they really should) why you should take a particular medicine and how the medicines will help you. The doctor said if I was given an injection, the concentration of antibiotics to my target organ (which is my throat) is higher as compared to taking the antibiotic capsules orally where 40% or so will be excreted out of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I went ahead with the injection. It's better than coughing throughout the night and not able to sleep. After what seem like years, I don't even remember how long ago since I had my last jab on my butt. Lol. But this time is not exactly on my butt, more like my hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This visit costs me slightly more. I was given a stronger antibiotic, cough mixture and&amp;nbsp;phlegm-diluent and it's&amp;nbsp;RM 50. Pretty reasonable but the dispensary nurse kept explaining to me that the antibiotic pills I'm given are very good pills and are far stronger than the previous ones so it's more expensive. Like she's feeling guilty for charging a high price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope there'll be no more third visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-8613254176879051986?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8613254176879051986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=8613254176879051986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8613254176879051986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8613254176879051986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/03/infected-second-visit-to-doctor.html' title='Infected- A Second Visit To The Doctor'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-6784220983856464880</id><published>2011-03-09T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T08:53:37.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>Infected</title><content type='html'>I haven't been very well since 2 Saturdays ago. The symptoms were the usual runny and blocked nose, sore throat, fever-ish, coughing and sore limbs. Naturally, I would&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;though of cold. I did not bother about it for a couple of days till I felt a little worse even after getting some flu inhaler from Sito. Then I started to take some traditional herbal pills I got from Chinese drug stores. Consumed for a day or two and there were no changes, then I tried traditional herbal tea. No changes as well. But heck, I did not pay much attention to my condition. What do you expect anyway when I have 2 reports due (luckily one got extended) and 2 tests (on the same day, to boot!) in a week followed by a report and another test and next, thesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oQBAx2tea-Q/TXehAgg8B1I/AAAAAAAADU4/CJLogc3BIZc/s1600/SAM_1079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oQBAx2tea-Q/TXehAgg8B1I/AAAAAAAADU4/CJLogc3BIZc/s320/SAM_1079.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I coughed till I vomited twice, rest in between my studies and work but my health did not improve and my voice got more and more hoarse. Till one night, when I was out to watch football, I talked till I completely lose my voice. &lt;b&gt;Completely!&lt;/b&gt; Never there was once in my life I completely lost my voice. The worst I've endured before this was hoarseness and that's all. But this did no scare me either. I knew my voice will come back to me the next day and yes, it did. Only it got a little sexy and &lt;i&gt;'shy'&lt;/i&gt; to come out (I had to scream to produce a low volume voice). Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UfYkhYjExmg/TXeg_o009GI/AAAAAAAADU0/YXrH0DIVgqo/s1600/SAM_1078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UfYkhYjExmg/TXeg_o009GI/AAAAAAAADU0/YXrH0DIVgqo/s320/SAM_1078.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2 other are liquids, not shown here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We all know about the emergence of H1N1 lately and my family, one by one, called and persuaded me to visit the doctor. Finally last night, after 13 days of torture, I went to the clinic. The doctor diagnosed me with laryngitis. It's a type of viral infection on my larynx, that is my voice cord. This is why my voice box is non-functional. I was given 7 types of medication and cost me RM 45. One of the medicine given was antibiotic. I was so tempted to ask the doctor why did he prescribe me with antibiotic when I got a virus infection. Antibiotic does not work on viruses but as a typical Asian, I did not ask. I started taking the drugs since last night and it has been 4 doses since but I haven't felt better. Let's hope for the best! I want to speak loudly like I used to &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-6784220983856464880?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6784220983856464880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=6784220983856464880' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6784220983856464880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6784220983856464880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/03/infected.html' title='Infected'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oQBAx2tea-Q/TXehAgg8B1I/AAAAAAAADU4/CJLogc3BIZc/s72-c/SAM_1079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-2875018683306835085</id><published>2011-02-25T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T17:28:21.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>To Mom, Dad and Kayah, We have No Generation Gap... Actually.</title><content type='html'>This is a special post for my parents (including kayah). We are actually from the same era! I went through the 70s' and 80s' like you did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gNZcpHLaho/TWdz8nFD20I/AAAAAAAADUg/rbdPKXAnPwE/s1600/DSC_1066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gNZcpHLaho/TWdz8nFD20I/AAAAAAAADUg/rbdPKXAnPwE/s320/DSC_1066.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBwpNtVvT5U/TWdz2ETI0LI/AAAAAAAADUU/1fAYQRsZy9E/s1600/DSC_1018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBwpNtVvT5U/TWdz2ETI0LI/AAAAAAAADUU/1fAYQRsZy9E/s320/DSC_1018.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-02djgWOym1U/TWdz6QhC6XI/AAAAAAAADUc/5MBX69xDjbo/s1600/DSC_1031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-02djgWOym1U/TWdz6QhC6XI/AAAAAAAADUc/5MBX69xDjbo/s320/DSC_1031.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ed4MlIGLneI/TWdz-43fXFI/AAAAAAAADUk/wnLAg32dxms/s1600/DSC_1069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ed4MlIGLneI/TWdz-43fXFI/AAAAAAAADUk/wnLAg32dxms/s320/DSC_1069.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3hpl4eGKMUc/TWd0pHZ4EHI/AAAAAAAADUs/kajJbdVtDoQ/s1600/DSC_1033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3hpl4eGKMUc/TWd0pHZ4EHI/AAAAAAAADUs/kajJbdVtDoQ/s320/DSC_1033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_FV_7EyIHw/TWd0CA0ImmI/AAAAAAAADUo/EY-ktaks048/s1600/DSC_1077-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_FV_7EyIHw/TWd0CA0ImmI/AAAAAAAADUo/EY-ktaks048/s320/DSC_1077-1.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Convinced? Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For more photos, go to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?id=666686868&amp;amp;aid=336147"&gt;Album 1&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?id=666686868&amp;amp;aid=336203"&gt;Album 2&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-2875018683306835085?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2875018683306835085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=2875018683306835085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/2875018683306835085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/2875018683306835085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-mom-dad-and-kayah-we-have-no.html' title='To Mom, Dad and Kayah, We have No Generation Gap... Actually.'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gNZcpHLaho/TWdz8nFD20I/AAAAAAAADUg/rbdPKXAnPwE/s72-c/DSC_1066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-8436082587247129819</id><published>2011-02-24T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T14:28:04.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons on life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Touched</title><content type='html'>For the lack of updates, you can&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;guess it's (as always) because of my schedule. I'm in my final year final sem which explains everything. I'll be graduating very soon and some of my senior friends have already graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back from class just tens of minutes ago, I logged in to my Facebook account and the notification said that I was tagged in a post. I clicked it, got linked to Chee Choon's blog and read a post which touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee Choon is my Photography Society's chairman since I was in Foundation. He's a really talented photographer and what makes him more special and memorable to me is that he's humble and not selfish. To me, it's like his passion for photography is so deep that he's like a pastor, travel to preach about his teachings. Of course, we're not talking about religion here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the type of guy so ideal that you're dying to find a flaw in him but that one flaw is hidden so deep that only his intimates knew it. I just can't tell you how much or how ideal he is. He came to &amp;nbsp;my place once before he graduated and told Sito and I about his dreams. I hope he'll achieve it one day, I really do :) There was once when I visited Penang with my family members, he was so helpful that he told every interesting spots in Penang, where to eat good food, the directions and special events that time. At night, he offered to fetch me around Penang island on his motorcycle. A very simple action but means a lot to me and always appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to his blog post about Photography Society members he worked with. It really touched me that he remembered event the smallest detail I told him years back. It made me feel appreciated and it's the kind of feeling that will put a smile on my face for the whole day and every time I read back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ooi4218.blog.friendster.com/2011/02/%E9%AA%8A%E6%AD%8C%E5%9C%A8%E5%8D%B3-%E6%B4%BB%E5%8A%A8%E7%AF%87-%EF%BC%88%E6%91%84%E5%BD%B1%E5%AD%A6%E4%BC%9A%E4%BA%8C%EF%BC%89/?sms_ss=facebook&amp;amp;at_xt=4d65ef332fd1703d,2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. President's touching blog post.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much, Mr. President.. for everything and anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-8436082587247129819?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8436082587247129819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=8436082587247129819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8436082587247129819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8436082587247129819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/02/touched.html' title='Touched'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-1872168307108843832</id><published>2011-01-31T10:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:23:44.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Temporary Break</title><content type='html'>So, it's Chinese New Year in 3 days.. and I'm still in Kampar. Everyone went back last week to celebrate their new year but I had to stay back to attend a class today. Well, partly because of that and partly because I need to finish my thesis draft for submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TUYcLCyDKMI/AAAAAAAADUE/zdYltkuHuyY/s1600/SAM_0442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TUYcLCyDKMI/AAAAAAAADUE/zdYltkuHuyY/s320/SAM_0442.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seems like a long time, I'm finally done with 4 chapters! And I'm sending these 4 chapters as the first (and only) draft. I still have 3 chapters to go. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going to be a little hectic for me. I have 3 chapters for thesis, an average of 1 lab report per week and the tests and quizzes are not included yet. I'm just glad I have one subject lesser this sem (because I took it last sem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TUYb_MtGAvI/AAAAAAAADUA/I5K0qiVX9Yg/s1600/SAM_0237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TUYb_MtGAvI/AAAAAAAADUA/I5K0qiVX9Yg/s320/SAM_0237.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since it's Chinese New Year, I guess I'll enjoy plenty of Mandarin oranges and 'ba kua' before I return to my hectic student life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-1872168307108843832?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1872168307108843832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=1872168307108843832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1872168307108843832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1872168307108843832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/01/temporary-break.html' title='Temporary Break'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TUYcLCyDKMI/AAAAAAAADUE/zdYltkuHuyY/s72-c/SAM_0442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-849750376086151751</id><published>2011-01-12T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:11:45.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top of the world'/><title type='text'>New Member To The (Camera) Family</title><content type='html'>I started of with a nameless blue Canon Powershot A460 in 2007...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TS1RgfTQ7GI/AAAAAAAADTw/s7eRKFURS6Y/s1600/IMG_3538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TS1RgfTQ7GI/AAAAAAAADTw/s7eRKFURS6Y/s320/IMG_3538.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got Cammie, my pink Olympus FE-320 in 2008..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TS1RrzfxrWI/AAAAAAAADT0/QlsjAib_p3I/s1600/P6130005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TS1RrzfxrWI/AAAAAAAADT0/QlsjAib_p3I/s320/P6130005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used Cammie for a year and a half then I got Nikcy, my Nikon D3000 DSLR during Chinese New Year 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TS1RV7QfaWI/AAAAAAAADTs/2SscnrXyYrM/s1600/DSC_0697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TS1RV7QfaWI/AAAAAAAADTs/2SscnrXyYrM/s320/DSC_0697.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got myself a metallic pink Samsung PL101 dual screen camera!&amp;nbsp;His name, well, Psam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TS1SJq0NdPI/AAAAAAAADT4/76_vEF8fzA0/s1600/SAM_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TS1SJq0NdPI/AAAAAAAADT4/76_vEF8fzA0/s320/SAM_0003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conclusion you can make from here? I don't really like normal black or silver cameras. I like colours! ...Exception for my Nikcy. (P/s : That lame black one is my sister's.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-849750376086151751?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/849750376086151751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=849750376086151751' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/849750376086151751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/849750376086151751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-member-to-camera-family.html' title='New Member To The (Camera) Family'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TS1RgfTQ7GI/AAAAAAAADTw/s7eRKFURS6Y/s72-c/IMG_3538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-6980824218014142703</id><published>2011-01-06T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T08:31:50.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons on life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Flat Tyre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I woke up this morning, all prepared to go to lab. I went into my car, start the engine, warm it up and put my gear on Reverse. I put my hand brake down and weird, how come my car did not reverse like it usually does? I step on the accelerator a little and found the car not moving still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSWq9Ip2ykI/AAAAAAAADSo/dv_Ub9-nKj8/s1600/DSC_0654.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSWq9Ip2ykI/AAAAAAAADSo/dv_Ub9-nKj8/s320/DSC_0654.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down and check on my tyres. Great. I have a punctured front right tire. First thing I did was... guess what? Update Facebook. Lol. Then I text messaged several friends and then got Jo to fetch me to uni. Thanks, Jo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5 p.m., I left my lab to get my tire fixed. In order to fix my tyre, I need to change the tire first, right? So, Wei Khiang, Prince and Edwin followed me home to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSWrBJjNRPI/AAAAAAAADSw/-NhcEu7Yxx0/s1600/DSC_0661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSWrBJjNRPI/AAAAAAAADSw/-NhcEu7Yxx0/s320/DSC_0661.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSWrIsiS0rI/AAAAAAAADTA/K0XZodQePwk/s1600/DSC_0675.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSWrIsiS0rI/AAAAAAAADTA/K0XZodQePwk/s320/DSC_0675.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSWrMzQSE9I/AAAAAAAADTI/oJhzrOIB6No/s1600/DSC_0684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSWrMzQSE9I/AAAAAAAADTI/oJhzrOIB6No/s320/DSC_0684.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of an easy process, I think but it certainly need strength! We had such difficult time trying to loosen the nuts. After about 45 minutes, we finally managed to change my tire and then we went to a nearby mechanic to patch my tyre and changed it back. It took less than 3 minutes as opposed to the 45 minutes that we took and cost only RM 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSWrFLgB-ZI/AAAAAAAADS4/t3lf7SxxEfQ/s1600/DSC_0669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSWrFLgB-ZI/AAAAAAAADS4/t3lf7SxxEfQ/s320/DSC_0669.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSWrLKgMZCI/AAAAAAAADTE/QjWHF7hC8-A/s1600/DSC_0681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSWrLKgMZCI/AAAAAAAADTE/QjWHF7hC8-A/s320/DSC_0681.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is man-power versus technology, as what Prince said. But hey, they got free dinner after that. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSWq_IRnIqI/AAAAAAAADSs/lV4jorY-fRk/s1600/DSC_0656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSWq_IRnIqI/AAAAAAAADSs/lV4jorY-fRk/s320/DSC_0656.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much, you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-6980824218014142703?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6980824218014142703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=6980824218014142703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6980824218014142703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6980824218014142703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/01/flat-tire.html' title='Flat Tyre'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSWq9Ip2ykI/AAAAAAAADSo/dv_Ub9-nKj8/s72-c/DSC_0654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-1888792412913790071</id><published>2011-01-02T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:42:02.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>X'mas + New Year Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;2010 Christmas, my &lt;em&gt;tasau&lt;/em&gt; had a gathering. We had a feast and a&amp;nbsp;delicious turkey!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSAPK-gN_uI/AAAAAAAADSc/ZARGvxVhRZU/s1600/Photo0038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSAPK-gN_uI/AAAAAAAADSc/ZARGvxVhRZU/s320/Photo0038.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And yesterday, my &lt;em&gt;papa&lt;/em&gt; organized a New Year gathering. It was in a &lt;em&gt;bak kut teh&lt;/em&gt; restaurant (Klang people wat.. XD) and then a second round in &lt;em&gt;mamak&lt;/em&gt; stall.&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;total of 40 members, 9 tables, 8 families and 3 generations. I know, we're amazing. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSAPVJi3AeI/AAAAAAAADSk/Gs4j7STkQnQ/s1600/Photo0087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSAPVJi3AeI/AAAAAAAADSk/Gs4j7STkQnQ/s320/Photo0087.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Look, this is what I discovered. They're my nieces.. Cassandra aged 3 and Emerald, aged 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSAPPWCPOfI/AAAAAAAADSg/3MaRGx86I_M/s1600/Photo0052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSAPPWCPOfI/AAAAAAAADSg/3MaRGx86I_M/s320/Photo0052.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Kids nowadays... Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-1888792412913790071?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1888792412913790071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=1888792412913790071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1888792412913790071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1888792412913790071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2011/01/xmas-new-year-gathering.html' title='X&apos;mas + New Year Gathering'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSAPK-gN_uI/AAAAAAAADSc/ZARGvxVhRZU/s72-c/Photo0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-3859214701024558551</id><published>2010-12-23T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T18:09:59.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>It's the 23rd of December today. And I just got back from my lab, still working on my final year project. Even tomorrow, Christmas eve, I'll still be here in Kampar, going to lab. Not only it's&amp;nbsp;Christmas, it's December! The holiday season! And not only it's December, it's my&lt;b&gt; sem break&lt;/b&gt;!! Geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not getting the desired result so, I'll guess I'll stay this entire sem till next year. Great way to start a new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found this amazing&amp;nbsp;occurrence&amp;nbsp;in my lab incubator today. Look! It's not man-made. It occurred naturally and no one actually noticed. Life is amazing, isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TRMeSX6OHnI/AAAAAAAADSE/2fQbtcjzcrU/s1600/DSC_0643-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TRMeSX6OHnI/AAAAAAAADSE/2fQbtcjzcrU/s320/DSC_0643-2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TRMevwCuHnI/AAAAAAAADSI/nNshAd_NuEY/s1600/DSC_0644-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TRMevwCuHnI/AAAAAAAADSI/nNshAd_NuEY/s320/DSC_0644-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TRMfLp74_CI/AAAAAAAADSM/c9fO8YywDU4/s1600/DSC_0645-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TRMfLp74_CI/AAAAAAAADSM/c9fO8YywDU4/s320/DSC_0645-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you don't know, they are bacteria. Not the design of the container. Looks like snowflakes, yes? Even the bacteria are celebrating Christmas this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Merry Christmas All!&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/4702984784343969750-3859214701024558551?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3859214701024558551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=3859214701024558551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/3859214701024558551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/3859214701024558551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TRMeSX6OHnI/AAAAAAAADSE/2fQbtcjzcrU/s72-c/DSC_0643-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-8192355603673432267</id><published>2010-11-30T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:35:35.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><title type='text'>Hectic Schedule</title><content type='html'>I received my FYP schedule a few days ago. Have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TPULXIYvgGI/AAAAAAAADR4/5HFyoSMyWmM/s1600/dr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TPULXIYvgGI/AAAAAAAADR4/5HFyoSMyWmM/s320/dr.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Items 4 and 5 especially caught my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Completion of bench work - 3 Jan 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Submission of project report draft to supervisor - 31 Jan 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this simply means one thing.. &lt;b&gt;No sem break for me.&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/4702984784343969750-8192355603673432267?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8192355603673432267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=8192355603673432267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8192355603673432267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8192355603673432267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/11/hectic-schedule.html' title='Hectic Schedule'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TPULXIYvgGI/AAAAAAAADR4/5HFyoSMyWmM/s72-c/dr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-8306750748124206668</id><published>2010-11-24T15:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T16:07:48.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><title type='text'>Will I Be Graduating?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;What is the worse thing that could happen to a person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;What is the worse thing that could happen to a student?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;What is the worse thing that could happen to a final year student?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;What is the worse thing that could happen to a final year student working on her final year project?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;What is the worse thing that could happen to a final year student working on her final year project in the effort of graduating with good grades?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Answer : 1) She graduates with bad grades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2) She doesn't graduate!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Earlier this afternoon while I was walking back to the lab from lunch, a friend broke a shocking news to me. What she told me was that we (as in my group mates and I) might not be able to complete out projects. You see, since my supervisor, Dr. Wong is a new lecturer, he doesn't have his own lab yet, which is why we under him are using the common lab. Luckily for us, this lab is not in use this sem because the juniors went for their industrial training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;However, next sem, when they return, they will need to use this lab. I don't know why but the lab officers decided not to allow us to use this lab anymore next sem. Which means, we have no lab to work on our projects! We are only half way through our projects. It's impossible to complete them with only weeks left. Even if we could, some of our ingredients have not arrived yet. I have 2 genes to work on and so far, only ingredients for 1 gene arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It is clearly not our fault! We only have &lt;b&gt;one short sem&lt;/b&gt; which is 7 weeks for our project. Other students are doing their projects this sem and can still continue next sem. Some even have one whole long sem last sem and they are still working on them this sem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;So how does this affect me (or rather, us under Dr. Wong)? We write our thesis till where our projects are force to stop. Which maybe only half way through our projects. Then we'll only get half the grade due to incapability to complete the assigned project. If we did our project well, then we'll graduate with low grades for our fyp. If, God forbid, we did badly, we might not graduate at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Rubbish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-8306750748124206668?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8306750748124206668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=8306750748124206668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8306750748124206668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8306750748124206668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/11/will-i-be-graduating.html' title='Will I Be Graduating?'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-8359720901384521807</id><published>2010-11-21T12:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T12:43:34.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons on life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting new people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Roots</title><content type='html'>On the 27th of October, a few of my family members went back to where we originated from (or rather, where my ancestors originated from), China. My family tree started from Pheng Hu, Xiamen and when my great grandfather was a young man, he took his wife and sons (my grandpa and his siblings) to Malaysia to escape from the communists. My grandpa was only 7 back then. My great grand uncles stayed back in the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXP8jCJwI/AAAAAAAADRE/2-8GCY14aEU/s1600/IMG_0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXP8jCJwI/AAAAAAAADRE/2-8GCY14aEU/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My grandpa's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXRNkvKdI/AAAAAAAADRI/fwZWTmS018s/s1600/IMG_0062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXRNkvKdI/AAAAAAAADRI/fwZWTmS018s/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;altar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXDRNhSsI/AAAAAAAADQ0/03VoEkHaOy8/s1600/IMG_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXDRNhSsI/AAAAAAAADQ0/03VoEkHaOy8/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A room in the house, I don't know what room though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad promised to bring me to visit my ancestor home but unfortunately, I wasn't on sem break. So instead, I only get to look at photos and listen to their stories. In the olden days, it took 7 days for my ancestors to &lt;b&gt;walk&lt;/b&gt; from Pheng Hu to Xiamen city but now, it only took several hours by modern transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXUu9yxBI/AAAAAAAADRQ/L3QwjWK2lcs/s1600/IMG_0069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXUu9yxBI/AAAAAAAADRQ/L3QwjWK2lcs/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ancestor's home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXWw9fhYI/AAAAAAAADRU/QTb13E4Psps/s1600/IMG_0083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXWw9fhYI/AAAAAAAADRU/QTb13E4Psps/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The ancestor tablets are arranged according to the generation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that my grandpa shifted out from the main house and live on his own. Maybe with his parents and siblings and typically, they were farmers. The tradition carried on. Some of my cousins are still farmers but some of them are&amp;nbsp;craftsmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXL3FtpFI/AAAAAAAADRA/2EKWxNWtsSo/s1600/IMG_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXL3FtpFI/AAAAAAAADRA/2EKWxNWtsSo/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The farm. Used to be a big farm but a big portion of the farm were used as land for houses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXTU2HpuI/AAAAAAAADRM/kW7VtWgdIDc/s1600/IMG_0067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXTU2HpuI/AAAAAAAADRM/kW7VtWgdIDc/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cousins and relatives crafting Buddha statues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't experience that place myself, I have nothing much to tell. So I'll have more photos instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the story was getting to know my cousins and other relatives. My cousins and nephews/nieces are &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; older than me. Have a look at these photos and prepare to be shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXgK_X_9I/AAAAAAAADRs/zB7PXCqAysg/s1600/pic+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXgK_X_9I/AAAAAAAADRs/zB7PXCqAysg/s320/pic+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As labeled. Be shocked!! My cousins are even older than my uncle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXaxQqRPI/AAAAAAAADRg/WOIljfUha7c/s1600/IMG_0139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXaxQqRPI/AAAAAAAADRg/WOIljfUha7c/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;From left, my 6th aunt, 3rd cousin sis-in-law, 5th aunt, 2nd cousin sis-in-law,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;eldest cousin sis-in-law, 4th aunt, my mom and the small boy is my great grandnephew.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXeu6vQtI/AAAAAAAADRo/6pVgg7thYwA/s1600/IMG_0152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXeu6vQtI/AAAAAAAADRo/6pVgg7thYwA/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My niece and her husband. Guess what, that guy is 23 and he's a grandfather already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Shock! SHOCK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I am already a great grand aunt! And I'm only 20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this family tree story, my parents told me about a Hakka village they visited.&amp;nbsp;It's a remote area, high up in the&amp;nbsp;mountains&amp;nbsp;and it took about 4-5 hours by modern transport to get there from the Hok'kien village (my family village) which means up to 8 hours from the city.&amp;nbsp;It's a really old village. They built it hundreds of years ago and as you can see from the photo, it's rounded. The reason for this is to prevent robbery. There's only one entrance to this village and no windows on the lower floors. The walls are 3 feet thick, thick enough to prevent the robbers from making a hole to enter the village. Only the higher floors have windows because the thieves couldn't climb up that high. Inside this huge circle, there's another smaller circle of rooms and then another circle inside this circle until there is no space left. There are about 400 rooms in this village and occupied by 600+ villagers but in the modern days, only 200+ are left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiYZmH3kFI/AAAAAAAADR0/rPpGAjdk3fQ/s1600/SANY0142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiYZmH3kFI/AAAAAAAADR0/rPpGAjdk3fQ/s320/SANY0142.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hakka village architecture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiX9ddSRQI/AAAAAAAADRw/baAVQuX5wB8/s1600/SANY0138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiX9ddSRQI/AAAAAAAADRw/baAVQuX5wB8/s320/SANY0138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Beautiful, isn't it? I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad said that there are couple of Ph.D holders from that village and they donated money to build a better village. And due to exposure to the outside world, they no longer build circular houses but square ones and not that high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXJXMd4II/AAAAAAAADQ8/Ry0ypA_EMls/s1600/IMG_0029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXJXMd4II/AAAAAAAADQ8/Ry0ypA_EMls/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Modern Hakka houses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy listening to these kind of stories, stories about ancient world but at the same time, it made me a little sad knowing that these kind of lives do not exist anymore due to modernization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXGrw-WVI/AAAAAAAADQ4/SEbz9-ZMjQo/s1600/IMG_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXGrw-WVI/AAAAAAAADQ4/SEbz9-ZMjQo/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The tree my grandpa planted before he came to Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This tree is a hundred years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I'm proud to know the roots of my family, especially when one of the great warrior Lu Bu (from Romance of the Three Kingdom) share the same surname as me. Lol! Isn't it just so interesting and exciting to know where you originated from? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-8359720901384521807?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8359720901384521807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=8359720901384521807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8359720901384521807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8359720901384521807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/11/roots.html' title='Roots'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TOiXP8jCJwI/AAAAAAAADRE/2-8GCY14aEU/s72-c/IMG_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-2178363701820960737</id><published>2010-11-13T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:05:09.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><title type='text'>Time (And People) Destroys Kampar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I think I've figured out the reasons I kept complaining how hot it is in Kampar. Of course, it may be because of the world climate change, green house effect, thinning ozone layer and etc.. But I think the reason why Kampar is getting hotter day by day is because of UTAR's fault, mainly. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It's not that UTAR uses more electricity compared to any other buildings in Kampar, it's not that UTAR students spend all night awake hence, their laptops/lights/TVs on. It's not that UTAR indirectly built McDonalds. Well, maybe these contribute as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TN4ZJasZYII/AAAAAAAADQg/olKUTkKC1N4/s1600/HPIM0761.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TN4ZJasZYII/AAAAAAAADQg/olKUTkKC1N4/s320/HPIM0761.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Area after the flyover, 2007.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Just less than an hour ago, after breakfast, I went to a place I haven't been for years. I went to the other side of the &lt;i&gt;bridge&lt;/i&gt;. You must be wondering, what bridge? Well, for those of you who are aware, there's this flyover before the turning into UTAR. I've been there a couple of times years back. I went there with Leon, Guat Shan, Ah Wei and Sito to fish. There were 3 small lakes over there and full of greenery. I still remember how we got bitten by mosquitoes and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TN4ZMQjCMEI/AAAAAAAADQo/5yfUCOP4NYM/s1600/IMG0126A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TN4ZMQjCMEI/AAAAAAAADQo/5yfUCOP4NYM/s1600/IMG0126A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Area after the flyover, today. (Bad quality photo taken using my hp)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;So, while Eric and I was riding on his bike around, we spotted a lorry went across the flyover. Curious of what such a big lorry doing over there and where it is going, we decided to follow the lorry (yea, like some detectives ==). What greeted me was a wide plot of white sand dessert. What happened to the lakes and the greens? I don't see any lake, I don't see as much greens as before. Everything are covered with sand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TN4ZINUEN6I/AAAAAAAADQc/vOY3HBCccp0/s1600/harvard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TN4ZINUEN6I/AAAAAAAADQc/vOY3HBCccp0/s320/harvard.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As you can see, Harvard didn't exist until 2 and a half years ago.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TN4ZLmF0U8I/AAAAAAAADQk/SCBCCvLSap0/s1600/HPIM1149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TN4ZLmF0U8I/AAAAAAAADQk/SCBCCvLSap0/s320/HPIM1149.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Another one of our sacred fishing spot, Batu-batu China, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Apparently, developers realize that they are able to make big money from students by building more accommodations. Shops and more houses will be built on this once-green-and-beautiful land. Isn't Harvard enough? Isn't Westlake enough? As if they aren't, the once&lt;i&gt; 'Batu-batu China'&lt;/i&gt; (as what Leon named this place) is now Beijing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TN4ZHOOLHKI/AAAAAAAADQY/xG-BHCTsisg/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TN4ZHOOLHKI/AAAAAAAADQY/xG-BHCTsisg/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The so-called Batu-batu China is called Beijing today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rows of houses instead of water and plants.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It's not that I don't support all these developments in Kampar but I just hope developers know the limits. Instead of developing Kampar, they are destroying Kampar. When I first came in here 4 years ago, I remember I need to put on a blanket every night and how I shiver every morning when I bathe. Now, I wear as thin as I could to bed and woke up sweating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Please, Kampar has a life too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-2178363701820960737?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2178363701820960737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=2178363701820960737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/2178363701820960737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/2178363701820960737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-and-people-destroys-kampar.html' title='Time (And People) Destroys Kampar'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TN4ZJasZYII/AAAAAAAADQg/olKUTkKC1N4/s72-c/HPIM0761.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-1818697242565011683</id><published>2010-11-10T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T00:33:54.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><title type='text'>Another Accident, Another Student, Another Death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Two Fridays ago, I received an sms from Guat Shan saying, "Accident in front of our house."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Shocked, I text-ed her back asking if it was her involved in the accident. She then replied me saying no, which made me feel so relief but soon, excited (no, not exactly excited but I can't find another word more suitable. More like curious?) about the accident. I was told the accident took place in front of my house, along the Westlake main road to UTAR. It was about 9.15 p.m. and being such a &lt;i&gt;'kepo'&lt;/i&gt;, I went and have a look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;When I arrived there, there were lots of cars and people. There was an ambulance and a tow truck as well. I saw a black Mercedes ran into the fences of Westlake and 2 young motorcyclists, a guy and a girl, lying on the road, both motionless. By that time, I've already figured out that the motorcyclists were students. The motorbike was parted into 2, the body was near them but the head was thrown several feet away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I was there for about an hour then I went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Next day, I check on &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://j-on-news.blogspot.com/2010/10/serious-collision-in-bandar-barat.html"&gt;J-on&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (click!), which is a website by UTAR students on UTAR-related news, for any news or update about this accident. Then I head from my friends that the guy was okay but the girl has a dislocated leg. She was sent to Ipoh hospital and then there was some news about she had clot in her brain. She had a surgery and went into coma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;She was supposed to awake from coma on Monday but she didn't and she was on life support. I then got to know that she passed away on Sunday evening, a week later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TNl2f3j9NWI/AAAAAAAADQU/aBEMtz7ImpQ/s1600/map.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TNl2f3j9NWI/AAAAAAAADQU/aBEMtz7ImpQ/s320/map.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;The sad thing about this accident is, we'll never know the real story behind this. There's a story from the Mercedes driver that protects herself and there's another story that supports the motorcyclists from other sources. Then, from Chinese newspaper, the information was so false. I was there during the scene (I mean, I was there after the collision). It took place in Westlake but the newspaper reported that it took place somewhere near Tesco, which is in the Eastlake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;This is the 4th accident in Kampar involving UTAR student's death and the nth accident involving death in Kampar. I update on this because of how false information given in newspaper can be. I do not understand why newspapers report on information they are unsure of and why won't they get the reason behind the accident rather than reporting that &lt;i&gt;the victims had their dinner and were going for revision&lt;/i&gt;. How important is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-1818697242565011683?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1818697242565011683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=1818697242565011683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1818697242565011683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1818697242565011683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-accident-another-student.html' title='Another Accident, Another Student, Another Death.'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TNl2f3j9NWI/AAAAAAAADQU/aBEMtz7ImpQ/s72-c/map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-9175785034673775400</id><published>2010-11-07T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:35:44.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>Suddenly A Chic-Lit-A-Holic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;You knew that in my previous post I said that I can finally start on my FYP and all. So logically, I ought to be reading journals, articles, anything my FYP-related. Indeed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;But instead, I'm suddenly so into a &lt;i&gt;slightly&lt;/i&gt; different &lt;i&gt;genre&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TNWDIkxE-QI/AAAAAAAADQQ/E6M0YmOsMe8/s1600/PB070154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TNWDIkxE-QI/AAAAAAAADQQ/E6M0YmOsMe8/s320/PB070154.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Before this, it took me up to months to finish reading a moderately thick novel. Surprisingly, it only took me a week or two to finish a book. Hmm.. was it because I'm bored? But hey, I &lt;b&gt;could&lt;/b&gt; spend some time on journals but...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Yes, there's always 'buts' and ironically, the sentence usually ends after the 'but' with no apparent reason for the 'but'. But what? But I can't find the journals? But I can't get connected to the internet to find journals? But I don't know which and what journals to look for? But I don't understand the journals? But I'm LAZY? You choose the best answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I've finished reading and left with none, so I borrowed 2 from the library earlier today. I went to the library for &lt;i&gt;these&lt;/i&gt; books instead of looking at thesis. Yes, job well done, Eliza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-9175785034673775400?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/9175785034673775400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=9175785034673775400' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/9175785034673775400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/9175785034673775400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/11/suddenly-chic-lit-holic.html' title='Suddenly A Chic-Lit-A-Holic'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TNWDIkxE-QI/AAAAAAAADQQ/E6M0YmOsMe8/s72-c/PB070154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-785073875438924310</id><published>2010-11-02T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:42:49.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top of the world'/><title type='text'>Yay! Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I've been waiting for this day to come..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY PRIMERS ARE FINALLY HERE! I CAN START ON MY FINAL YEAR PROJECT!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I was back in Kampar for my final year project (FYP) since the 11th of October... only to be told that my primers (one of the &lt;i&gt;'ingredients',&lt;/i&gt; actually the &lt;b&gt;main &lt;/b&gt;ingredient&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;needed for my fyp) hasn't arrive yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Having no other choices, I waited...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;And waited..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;And 2 weeks later, my supervisor told me that the officers have just sent out the order list. WTH?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Thus, I waited again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;And waited..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;And, finally, 1 month later, my primers have arrived!! Can't wait to start my fyp! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I might be saying this now.. I just hope I won't say the opposite when I get too busy or frustrated with my project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;P/s : Just in case you're curious about what my project is all about, I'll explain it.. in another post XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-785073875438924310?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/785073875438924310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=785073875438924310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/785073875438924310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/785073875438924310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/11/yay-finally.html' title='Yay! Finally!'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-119158338628646215</id><published>2010-10-30T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T11:41:18.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I'm bored and well, since it's Halloween today, I decided to play with some of my &lt;i&gt;innocent&lt;/i&gt; pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Before....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TMuTI3J4G-I/AAAAAAAADPs/8KeglcWbyaQ/s1600/gh.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TMuTI3J4G-I/AAAAAAAADPs/8KeglcWbyaQ/s320/gh.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;After...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TMuTK8VC72I/AAAAAAAADPw/Yu6A3pdYMyk/s1600/bb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TMuTK8VC72I/AAAAAAAADPw/Yu6A3pdYMyk/s320/bb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Amazing how by just tinting the photo a little and add the blood shot eyes can change a pic, huh? Lol. This is an amateur photo-editing result but hey, I'm kind of proud considering that I used Paint XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Happy Halloween all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-119158338628646215?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/119158338628646215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=119158338628646215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/119158338628646215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/119158338628646215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TMuTI3J4G-I/AAAAAAAADPs/8KeglcWbyaQ/s72-c/gh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-8098083200631204763</id><published>2010-10-17T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:35:52.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>HOT!! (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Just to demonstrate how hot it is in Kampar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLrCO3VEWfI/AAAAAAAADPY/wXp_XTBK2Rs/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="96" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLrCO3VEWfI/AAAAAAAADPY/wXp_XTBK2Rs/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLrDCGte0RI/AAAAAAAADPg/7gE6QPqK8_s/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLrDCGte0RI/AAAAAAAADPg/7gE6QPqK8_s/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLrDEy1O4GI/AAAAAAAADPk/qzUfJDi2ZRs/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLrDEy1O4GI/AAAAAAAADPk/qzUfJDi2ZRs/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLrDGcYPWoI/AAAAAAAADPo/Kdo0sgJn_88/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLrDGcYPWoI/AAAAAAAADPo/Kdo0sgJn_88/s320/4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's 33 degrees Celsius with a feel like of 34 degrees anyway. Damn! I already have 3 fans blowing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-8098083200631204763?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8098083200631204763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=8098083200631204763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8098083200631204763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8098083200631204763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/10/hot-again.html' title='HOT!! (again)'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLrCO3VEWfI/AAAAAAAADPY/wXp_XTBK2Rs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-611286466100639372</id><published>2010-10-11T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T08:00:55.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Visit To Perth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;tofu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Royal Perth Show earlier today. It's a huge once-in-a-year event and there were tonnes of people there! I bet u will like it here, 9 out f 10 &lt;i&gt;ang mo&lt;/i&gt;h girls here wears sexy clothes and their shorts are like.. woah! super short! But hey, it's normal for them, I think. Apparently, I'm 12-13 years old in Australia.. understand? Which means I look like 12 or 13 years old here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMMRal6SHI/AAAAAAAADN0/ozHVlYYrpik/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMMRal6SHI/AAAAAAAADN0/ozHVlYYrpik/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things that i still find a little difficult to adapt are :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We wear shoes into the house. I so used to taking my shoes off ==&lt;br /&gt;2) We drink from tap water. They don't boil water here &amp;gt;&amp;lt; &lt;br /&gt;3) All shops close at 5 and they sleep at 9.30 or 10. I wonder what I'm gonna do for the rest of the night...&lt;br /&gt;4) And finally, we don't lock the bathroom door when we bathe! More like, there's no lock!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll send u another mail tomorrow. I'll go shopping tomorrow, I think. If there's anything suitable, I'll get it for you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;~eliza&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLkVF2v-I/AAAAAAAADMo/wh2bd0r2QLo/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLkVF2v-I/AAAAAAAADMo/wh2bd0r2QLo/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : The two pics, one is me playing one of the games in the Royal Show. I was supposed to climb the swinging stairs and touch the target. If i did, I'll win $50 (which is like rm150!!) but too bad, I was CLOSE, but did not :( The other pic.. the pic of a ring on my finger, is a ring given by my aunt. It's a diamond ring XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;tofu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;It's Thursday today and in Perth. Thursday is late-night shopping day. I told you yesterday that all shops close at 5pm right? Well, on Thursday, they open till late :) I went to several second-hand shops earlier and they sell all kinds of stuff.. clothes, shoes, furniture, books etc. I bought a black and white dress. It's actually a long blouse but looks like a dress on me :) I've attached the pic~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLlpQoU7I/AAAAAAAADMs/NR7XRQxT-VM/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLlpQoU7I/AAAAAAAADMs/NR7XRQxT-VM/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Andrew's friend came over this morning. His name is Allister Higson. He's like really tall for a 16 year old. He's about 185cm tall! And haha.. he likes me. Wth? And everyone here seems to like that idea == He's coming again on Saturday. I attached a pic of me with him, taken this morning. (As u can see from the photo, my hair looks extremely flat and ugly. It's because of the static here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLnaoA8jI/AAAAAAAADMw/UoX5eTMXhpU/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLnaoA8jI/AAAAAAAADMw/UoX5eTMXhpU/s320/DSC_0078.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a Chinese restaurant in Spenser Village for dinner. Saw some cute Chinese guys. Wakakaka! See? Told u i still like Asian guys better XD Ate pork chop rice at a Penang stall. You know what the weird thing? I never ate any pork chop rice while I was in Penang but I ate it here. Anyway, I just got back from shopping, it's only 9pm and everyone is going to bed already == I'm eating so much i bet I'm FAT! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;~eliza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;tofu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're going back Tangkak tomorrow with Sardin right? Have a safe journey! Sleep early, else you'll wake up late and miss your bus ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to Fremantle today. Google it! Lol. It's a port.. like how Port Klang is like, only there's more stuff and more unique buildings here. They look like really old buildings, you know, like those from the cowboy era. I got souvenirs from the market there as well :) I'll show u the pics when I get home :) Oh yea, my mom got you a boomerang. I told her about the time when you asked Gs what a boomerang is and she told u it was an animal XD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLu9NKN6I/AAAAAAAADNA/HtghQYgYFBs/s1600/DSC_0152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLu9NKN6I/AAAAAAAADNA/HtghQYgYFBs/s320/DSC_0152.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the beach. Today was the coldest among my 3 days here.. it's like somewhere 23 degrees but because i was at the seaside, the wind is cooler. I did not jump into the water, mainly because it's cold and that I can't swim, the waters are a little rough, and you know very well that from the few trips we went together to the beach with EE, I never jump into the waters. They have jetty on the beach where they jump from the jetty into the water. Scary! &amp;gt;&amp;lt; But the beach is really clean and blue, unlike how green it is in our country. Here's a pic.. and if u squint, u can see bikini girls XD it's amazing how they can wear bikini in such weather. I'll die frozen! Oh yea, i took the photo from the jetty, that's why it looked like i took it from a high place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLtZwppLI/AAAAAAAADM8/sqkUq3T4MUg/s1600/DSC_0149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLtZwppLI/AAAAAAAADM8/sqkUq3T4MUg/s320/DSC_0149.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Allister, well, he'll be coming over tomorrow night. My aunt and uncle is bring my mom to the casino tomorrow. The legal age to enter the casino here is 18. So I can enter but I don't think I will. Even if i do, maybe just a short while. Then I'll spend the night with Andrew and Allister, probably playing Wii.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;I just got back from walking around the housing area. It's cold tonight, about 15 degrees I think? I grew fat everyday. I eat like 3 meals a day. Really fattening meals! Cheese, fries, meat etc. I've attached a pic, have a look at how fat i grew :( and probably you've forgotten how i looked like. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLrgsUVbI/AAAAAAAADM4/aB4QF-OKz4Q/s1600/DSC_0141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLrgsUVbI/AAAAAAAADM4/aB4QF-OKz4Q/s320/DSC_0141.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;~eliza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I saw on the weather report just a few minutes ago that it's gonna be heavy shower (rain) tomorrow morning. I bet it's gonna be cold.. and tomorrow morning, I'm going shopping again. I'll see if there's any nice &lt;i&gt;baju&lt;/i&gt; for you ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;tofu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Tangkak? Good :) Have a good rest before sem starts. I know it's boring and all. It's also like that for me when I'm in Klang. Nothing much to do except to online. But u can't online. That's worse.. maybe u can go get a short-period job or something. Go &lt;i&gt;jaga kedai kain &lt;/i&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole day today from morning to noon was spent shopping. I bought a dress and a book. There were 2 colours to choose from, pink and blue. Guess which one I got? It's really cold today, even though it's sunny. I wore a short dress and no jacket. It was much cooler than Genting and my hair stood up, 90 degrees with my skin XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe is packing and getting ready for her friend's party. It's a birthday party from later 5pm to tomorrow 10am. The party here lasts that long. Maybe we should organize one like that XD Andrew just got off the phone with Allister. He's coming after 5pm, after his work. Yea, he works part time in a video store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not going to the casino tonight because it's Saturday night and it's gonna be packed in the casino. There will be drunkards and all too.. so pretty dangerous. We'll go tomorrow. Tonight, we're having bbq for dinner. Allister is joining too. here's a pic of the bbq preparation. That's uncle Simon bbq-ing, my mom in blue, Andrew and Allister. Allister is the tallest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLwd35jdI/AAAAAAAADNE/yhUgjThhaWM/s1600/DSC_0204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLwd35jdI/AAAAAAAADNE/yhUgjThhaWM/s320/DSC_0204.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;I went to the park earlier.. a dog park where every dog owners bring their dogs here to run around and socialize. Dogs here need to socialize == It's a wide, green field. Really nice :) Here's a pic I took using self-timer. I placed my Nikcy on the ground and ran to pose, several times. People must have thought I'm crazy == There, I've attached the best pic XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;I realize uncle Simon is really a nice and knowledgeable man. He has like 5 types of different degrees! And he's a Man. Utd. fan for the past 30 years. He has magazines, papers, autograph books signed by various Man. Utd. players from various seasons. I'll show u the pics when I get home. I know you won't be interested but I'll still show you XD Well, the reason I said he's a nice man is because he does house chores. He washes the clothes, he cooks, he do the dishes, and even pack Zoe's bag to go to the sleepover party. See? Can you be even just 25% of him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLyaomuXI/AAAAAAAADNI/VHpRDd06v54/s1600/DSC_0229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLyaomuXI/AAAAAAAADNI/VHpRDd06v54/s320/DSC_0229.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the market early tomorrow morning&amp;nbsp;about 6.30am. It's gonna be soooo cold &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;~eliza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: The weather is so dry that my skin is dehydrating. It feels so dry and 'scale-like' &amp;gt;&amp;lt; We've just sent Allister back.. we played Wii till now. Lol. Uncle Simon took Andrew and I around the area and checked out where the market's gonna be tomorrow morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 5 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;tofu..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;I went to the market early this morning. I woke up at 6.30am and then went to the market at 7.30m till about 9.30am. The market, not like &lt;i&gt;pasar pagi&lt;/i&gt; or the Kampar&lt;i&gt; pasar &lt;/i&gt;as what i think you'll imagine it to be. It's a flea market. It's on a shopping complex's parking lot. People who wants to sell their stuff there need to pay $8 for 2 parking lots. They then place their items, whatever they wanna sell there. Stuff they sell range from brand new items to mostly, second hand items like whatever they can find in their houses and do not need them anymore. Let's say I clean up my room one day and there are &lt;i&gt;bajus &lt;/i&gt;and books which I don't need anymore, I can rent a parking lot and sell my stuff there. So the stuff are pretty cheap like $2 for a piece of shirt or like 50 cents for a book or magazine. Since they are mostly items from homes, they can be whatever- shoes, accessories, clothes, radios, microwaves, lamps, glass bottles, paint pails, etc. I bought a necklace from there, no, not second hand. It's a brand new necklace by this vendor that sells stones. I bought this lantern-like necklace, as I've attached the photo. I don't know if it's nice but I like it because it's unique XD Oh yea, there are 3 stones in it- green (which signifies money), purple (for academic) and pink (for love).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLzxwc5eI/AAAAAAAADNM/4px_sKGmaro/s1600/DSC_0250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLzxwc5eI/AAAAAAAADNM/4px_sKGmaro/s320/DSC_0250.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the market, I went home and rested a while before I went shopping at 11.30am. The shopping complexes here opens at 12pm and close at 5pm. Only 5 hours! &lt;i&gt;Mana cukup&lt;/i&gt;? I have a friend in Sydney and I remember her telling me she works part time for $14 an hour! So even if you only work for 5 hours a day, it's already $70 a day. A lot? Yea, a lot but food here is expensive. You can easily spend $10 per meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, back to topic. I went shopping in a place call Harbour Town. It's an open-air shopping complex, as in like there is no roof. I've attached a pic so that you don't need to imagine it == So I went there and shopped for 2 hours and only got a tank top. It's a plain peach-coloured tank, plain but there are black rubber strips at the back. Another unique item ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLML1gsWY8I/AAAAAAAADNQ/FT3Ht_tiZs4/s1600/DSC_0254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLML1gsWY8I/AAAAAAAADNQ/FT3Ht_tiZs4/s320/DSC_0254.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to have lunch then shopped in the city. It's more expensive here, as expected from a city. I got a book in a shop nearby my aunt's house for only $2 but in the city, i bought 2 for $4.50 each. Expensive, but still cheaper than in Malaysia. So i got them anyway. Surprisingly, one of the shopping complexes in the Perth city is also open-aired. I thought Harbour Town is the only open-aired shopping complex. Now, i think there are lots of similar ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. to sum it up. Today, I bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a necklace from the market which costs $8&lt;br /&gt;- 2 books form Good Sammy for $9&lt;br /&gt;- a tank top from Valleygirl for $4.95 (it was on discount :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just came back from the casino. My first time ever in a casino! And i'm only 20! Muahahaha! Well, as expected, they asked for my ID before entering. Well, i don't know about casino in Genting but the one here, it's almost fully computerized. There were so many machines in there and for most of them, no i can say ALL of them, I don't know how to play and what the rules are. I wanted to play Black Jack but the bet is far too high. I rather not waste that money. But i played Keno though. Keno is actually Bingo. We have&amp;nbsp; ticket to choose between 4 to 20 numbers then depending on how many numbers strike, we get a certain amount of money. I won about $4 I think but I spend them on new tickets XD Nothing much in the casino but it was an experience to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;~eliza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 6&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;tofu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you today? How's your skin? How's your face? How's your hair? I'm asking these weird questions because my skin is not doing so well here. The skin on my face, especially the nose area started peeling off. No, i did not get sun burnt. My hair is all freezy. I'm sure it's because of the weather here. It's too dry unlike how humid it is in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I went to the city again today, but this time, with Andrew and Zoe. We went to the museum, art gallery and bell tower. I think the museum was great! There were so many stuff there not available in our museum. The best part, in my opinion was the human evolution part. Maybe because I've always liked human evolution so I found it interesting. There were skeletons of humans from the early days and also all sorts of extinct animals prototype and bones. I like it here but Andrew doesn't seem to like it here. Maybe because he has been here so many times and is bored of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLML3VRTTSI/AAAAAAAADNU/MSsIdl6v6eI/s1600/DSC_0307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLML3VRTTSI/AAAAAAAADNU/MSsIdl6v6eI/s320/DSC_0307.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to have ice-cream near the Bell Tower by a river called the Swan River. If u think the river is just another river, you're wrong. The river here is wide and really clean. Fully utilized as well. They have jetty and boats to cruise along the river. I've attached a pic for u to see. I'm sure you'll like it here since u like the ocean. Uncle Simon and Andrew told me about the Bell Tower. The bell from this tower was brought from a church in England. Back in England, whenever the bell is worn out, the people will melt the bell and use the molten metal to make a new bell. Then the Australian government gave the English church a new bell and then the church gave the old bell to Australia. That was a brief history on the origin of the bell in the tower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;I went to Belmont Forum as well. While my aunt shopped for ingredients for dinner, Zoe and I went to some girls accessories shop and I got myself 2 pairs of earrings. One of them, is a zip. That was what attracted me XD I don't know if it looks good on me but again, I got it because it's unique. Here's a pic :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLML4id8zSI/AAAAAAAADNY/XxLW5ih_vss/s1600/DSC_0314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLML4id8zSI/AAAAAAAADNY/XxLW5ih_vss/s320/DSC_0314.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;I did not went anywhere new after the city. Just an evening stroll in the park where i took a couple of pics with Zoe. I'll be playing sing star later. I don't know what it is. All i know is that it is a singing game on PS2. Since i love to sing, guess I'll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;~eliza &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 7&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;tofu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.. have you gotten fat? You know how i usually eat only 2 meals per day, one at 10.30am and then dinner at 7pm and sometimes have &lt;i&gt;goreng pisang&lt;/i&gt; at about 4pm, right? Over here, I have 3 meals a day. Nothing wrong, I know but 3 heavy meals? Okay, not that heavy but it's a lot. Like for breakfast at 7.30am, I'll have a cup of tea with a bowl of cereal. Then for lunch at 12.30pm, I'll have sandwiches, fish &amp;amp; chips, or a set of burger (burger, fries, a drink and ice-cream). By this second meal, I'm already full till my throat. Then for dinner, my aunt will either &lt;i&gt;tapau&lt;/i&gt; or cook stuff like kebab, fettuccine, pizza etc. I just weighed myself earlier and yea, I've gained weight ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLML6XmWXNI/AAAAAAAADNc/iiTr6PXDfao/s1600/DSC_0359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLML6XmWXNI/AAAAAAAADNc/iiTr6PXDfao/s320/DSC_0359.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, uncle Simon took us to the bush earlier. What is bush? It's actually &lt;i&gt;'pedalaman'&lt;/i&gt;, which was not very &lt;i&gt;'dalam'&lt;/i&gt;. It was a place called Mandaring where they have steam stations and long pipes. These were built by a civil engineer called C.Y. O'Connor long long time ago to channel water from Perth to Kalgoorlie. We went to have a look at the water dam and saw kangaroos! Wild kangaroos! We also had picnic over there. My aunt prepared sandwiches for us and we had them for lunch over there. It was a really nice day for picnic. It wasn't very hot and there was cool wind. I also fed a parrot. Here's a pic ;) I also took a couple of nice photos here. You know, the kind of photo where i put my camera on self-timer and then snap photos that bring some&lt;i&gt; 'hidden meaning&lt;/i&gt;' XD I climbed up a huge rock with Zoe as well and uncle Simon helped us to snap some pics :D We were doing heart shape pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLML9bwynAI/AAAAAAAADNg/hsLHBvlhXcw/s1600/DSC_0383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLML9bwynAI/AAAAAAAADNg/hsLHBvlhXcw/s320/DSC_0383.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;Oh yea, i notice something in Perth. They do not have motorbikes here. No, wait.. they do but they are all either scooters or nice superbikes. One week here and I've never seen a motorbike like JJW =="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLqIA5FdI/AAAAAAAADM0/MlrpmIyJf5g/s1600/DSC_0114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMLqIA5FdI/AAAAAAAADM0/MlrpmIyJf5g/s320/DSC_0114.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;~eliza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I bought a photo album as well. It's blue in colour. Only $S2 :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 8 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;tofu..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;From morning to noon today, we went around some further places, I don't know where with lots of cash converters and second hand shops, since my mom and aunty loves them. While they shop at those shops, uncle Simon and I went to Harvey Norman and JB Hi-Fi. You know what Harvey Norman is so I'm not gonna explain that. The stuff sold in Harvey Norman is not much different from what is sold in Malaysia. What is different,&amp;nbsp; however, is the level of advancement in technology. Over here, I saw decoders with hard disk embedded in them, which means if ever you want to record a movie, you can record them into the hard disk. There are even some which you can load clips from Youtube then watch it on tv! Cool, right? In my previous mail, I might have mentioned that stuff here are not cheap after conversion but I found something that is finally cheap. Photos!! One piece of photo here only costs, guess what, 12 cents!! Even after you convert it, it's less than RM 0.50! I'm gonna develop lots of photos here. Do u have any that you want in mind? Let me know, I'll help u to print ;) What else is cheap are the external hard disks. I'm still thinking whether to get one or not. 640GB for $A98 which is like RM 300. I remember GS got her 500GB for RM 270.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLML_jvPNzI/AAAAAAAADNk/Wz5Njy5YYA4/s1600/DSC_0439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLML_jvPNzI/AAAAAAAADNk/Wz5Njy5YYA4/s320/DSC_0439.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe and i went to the Falcon park at about 4.30pm. It's a children play park, like a playground but it's a bigger version. They have sand place, volcano where you can climb up and then there's steam coming up, and flying fox. Yes!! Flying fox in a children playground! It's for children, I'm 20 but I went on it anyway XD I took few pictures here and this one in the daisy field that I'm sending you, was taken by Zoe. She has the skill, no? She's a quick learner. I snap a photo of her then showed it to her and told her I want my photo that way and she took it! Here, I'm sending you the one I took and the one she took for me. Nice?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMMBWfOwmI/AAAAAAAADNo/tXbjVB69a-M/s1600/DSC_0442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMMBWfOwmI/AAAAAAAADNo/tXbjVB69a-M/s320/DSC_0442.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew's friends came earlier, 3 of them this time- Allister, Phillip and William. I don't know but I might go catch a movie in the cinema tomorrow or day after tomorrow with Andrew and Zoe. Maybe I'll ask Allister along as well :) But hey, one movie ticket here costs $A13 which is like RM39! Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;lt;3,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;~eliza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 9&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;tofu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you choose Eric as your name? Why not Eliza? XD You know I've told you that my dad named me after a ship called Eliza, right? In Perth, I discovered the REAL history behind my name (just for the record, I did not discover it today. I discovered this when I went to Frementle but I think I did not mention it. So I'm telling you now). You see, just like how the Portuguese sailed to Malaysia, they sailed and found Australia. I'm not going into the history of Australia, you can look them up in Google. So anyways, Mr. Broadhurst (I forgot his first name) was one of the sailors involved in the discovery of Australia and he had a wife. His wife is named Mrs. Eliza Broadhurst. Being a sailor, he has a ship and named the ship after his wife, Eliza. Unfortunately, Eliza (the ship) wrecked. I don't know why.. the natural phenomena, the pirates, maybe. So yea, then my dad, as a sailor as well, knew about this ship and named me, his beautiful daughter a beautiful name, Eliza XD And if u think&amp;nbsp; Eliza Broadhurst is just another sailor's wife, you're wrong. Mrs. Broadhurst was one of the first ladies to come out with women right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMMDAmsagI/AAAAAAAADNs/8T9KmOQxijk/s1600/DSC_0458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMMDAmsagI/AAAAAAAADNs/8T9KmOQxijk/s320/DSC_0458.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that you know how Eliza came about, let me show you how proud I am to be named Eliza Loo. I went to a place today and look at the picture, this place is called Mt. Eliza Loo! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Can you ever find a place called Eric Chong? Wakakaka! Ok ok, I reveal the truth. The place I went is called Mt. Eliza but the signboard actually reads Mt. Eliza LOOkout. i just covered the 'kout' XD Mt. Eliza is located in Kings Park, which is a botanical garden. Saw lots of plants here, including West Australia's national plant called Kangaroo Paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the park, we went to have &lt;i&gt;dim sum&lt;/i&gt; in China Town. And guess what? I spoke Cantonese to the waitress XD After lunch, we were supposed to walk to the gold mint through the city and over here, there was a crowd. Curious, we went and joined the crowd and saw this street performance by a guy named Nicholas James. He's really good! If I had loose change (I only had 10 and 50 dollar notes in my purse that time) I would gave him 5 dollars.&amp;nbsp; Recorded one of his dances, I'll show it to you or, you can try to look up in Youtube. Type in 'Nicholas James Perth' maybe you'll find something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMMFOEkUCI/AAAAAAAADNw/jpX9mQ3n0Hg/s1600/DSC_0486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMMFOEkUCI/AAAAAAAADNw/jpX9mQ3n0Hg/s320/DSC_0486.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just done playing monopoly. I bankrupted! Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;~eliza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;tofu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last night tonight in Perth. My flight is early tomorrow morning at 6.50am which means I have to wake up at about 3.30am, prepare and leave. It took 5 hours to fly here so the estimated time to reach KL is 12pm. Sadly, after I reach KL, I'll have to attend a Raya &lt;i&gt;kenduri &lt;/i&gt;in Bangi. Haih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I didn't really do anything today. I woke up and we went to a Cash Converter and then came back home and watch 'The Full Monty' on dvd. My mom cooked&lt;i&gt; sambal belacan &lt;/i&gt;for my aunt earlier and we know it's smelly. So imagine even Malaysian like me can't stand it, how will my Australian relatives react? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all packed up! I'll message you soon~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;~eliza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-611286466100639372?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/611286466100639372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=611286466100639372' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/611286466100639372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/611286466100639372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/10/visit-to-perth.html' title='Visit To Perth'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TLMMRal6SHI/AAAAAAAADN0/ozHVlYYrpik/s72-c/DSC_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-5764542698711019922</id><published>2010-09-27T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:50:01.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Back In Klang, But Not For Long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I'm back in Klang and when I arrived home, several new &lt;i&gt;'stuff'&lt;/i&gt; await me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TKCdxzK5MaI/AAAAAAAADMY/Af-DK4I8g9k/s1600/P9270087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TKCdxzK5MaI/AAAAAAAADMY/Af-DK4I8g9k/s320/P9270087.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;A pair of new shoes.. which I cannot fit into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TKCdocbfVrI/AAAAAAAADMU/G5Jxj376viw/s1600/P9270098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TKCdocbfVrI/AAAAAAAADMU/G5Jxj376viw/s320/P9270098.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;My new Manchester United away jersey with my name and number. Gift from my sis. Thank you~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TKCg9urFPRI/AAAAAAAADMg/DavXsiZN-KQ/s1600/d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TKCg9urFPRI/AAAAAAAADMg/DavXsiZN-KQ/s320/d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;A Platinum Master Card from my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TKCd61ppuHI/AAAAAAAADMc/L3j6DnNPIG4/s1600/P9270090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TKCd61ppuHI/AAAAAAAADMc/L3j6DnNPIG4/s320/P9270090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;An Australian Visa (and of course, air ticket) for a vacation to Perth with my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I just came back today, the 27th, and I'll be flying tomorrow, 28th. I'll come back on the 9th and then back to Kampar on the 10th before my new semester starts on the 11th. A little rush, isn't it? But, oh well. This is what we call, another random trip. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&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/4702984784343969750-5764542698711019922?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/5764542698711019922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=5764542698711019922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/5764542698711019922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/5764542698711019922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-in-klang-but-not-for-long.html' title='Back In Klang, But Not For Long.'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TKCdxzK5MaI/AAAAAAAADMY/Af-DK4I8g9k/s72-c/P9270087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-1718482235091622000</id><published>2010-09-15T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:25:14.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>Phytochemistry..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I always thought numbers are the most confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TJC5y62vsFI/AAAAAAAADMI/regyito4g80/s1600/P9150031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TJC5y62vsFI/AAAAAAAADMI/regyito4g80/s320/P9150031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Just when you think Maths is difficult...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TJC5uCqxh_I/AAAAAAAADMA/VoW5m6Cn-GY/s1600/P9150029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TJC5uCqxh_I/AAAAAAAADMA/VoW5m6Cn-GY/s320/P9150029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Think again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Well, okay. I still think Maths is the most difficult and&lt;b&gt; limited &lt;/b&gt;Chemical structures are still manageable.. I hope. Phytochemistry exam on Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-1718482235091622000?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1718482235091622000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=1718482235091622000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1718482235091622000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1718482235091622000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/09/phytochemistry.html' title='Phytochemistry..'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TJC5y62vsFI/AAAAAAAADMI/regyito4g80/s72-c/P9150031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-7048495566661376139</id><published>2010-09-13T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:06:44.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>HOT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT'S SO HOT!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TI4E-nL6W5I/AAAAAAAADL4/34QDZhT63_4/s1600/e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="56" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TI4E-nL6W5I/AAAAAAAADL4/34QDZhT63_4/s400/e.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Image too little, click on it for larger view)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;According to the weather report, it's 32-degree in Kampar but feels like 42-degree!! What's wrong with Kampar? If it's 32-degree then act like 32! Don't act like 42!! And the lowest temperature for today (if it ever rains, the fact is, it did not!) is still 32-degrees! Argh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It's so hot my wet hair dries in 5 minutes without hair drying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It's so hot I can just dry my clothes indoor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It's so hot it can make Syria hide in shame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It's so hot it can melt the sun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(I know I make no sense, but.. it's just too hot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-7048495566661376139?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7048495566661376139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=7048495566661376139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/7048495566661376139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/7048495566661376139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/09/hot.html' title='HOT!!'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TI4E-nL6W5I/AAAAAAAADL4/34QDZhT63_4/s72-c/e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-1995240796123178770</id><published>2010-09-09T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T11:50:16.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Pangkor Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TIhZCXM80zI/AAAAAAAADLY/1_yxl2zcu3M/s1600/P1010985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TIhZCXM80zI/AAAAAAAADLY/1_yxl2zcu3M/s320/P1010985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;One of the old jetties in Pangkor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Updates on Pangkor... And how lucky Sardin was, after finals! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Header changed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-1995240796123178770?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1995240796123178770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=1995240796123178770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1995240796123178770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1995240796123178770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/09/pangkor-trip.html' title='Pangkor Trip'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TIhZCXM80zI/AAAAAAAADLY/1_yxl2zcu3M/s72-c/P1010985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-5927030265960677175</id><published>2010-08-27T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:15:45.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>Boom Boom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I went to PC Fair Ipoh earlier and got myself a pair of little speakers. They are like 2.5 inches cubes which cost RM 39. They're not as good as my brother's speaker at home but good enough to give me the extra volume my laptop couldn't provide me with. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/THesPfkikRI/AAAAAAAADLA/fBbpawW5oFY/s1600/P8270161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/THesPfkikRI/AAAAAAAADLA/fBbpawW5oFY/s320/P8270161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Maybe I can start clubbing in my own room now XD Nah.. impossible. The bass is not good enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-5927030265960677175?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/5927030265960677175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=5927030265960677175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/5927030265960677175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/5927030265960677175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/08/boom-boom.html' title='Boom Boom!'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/THesPfkikRI/AAAAAAAADLA/fBbpawW5oFY/s72-c/P8270161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-4783153977070838830</id><published>2010-08-21T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T10:44:12.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It's been a while since I, or rather we, actually went out for anything, movies, random trip to somewhere or whatever. All because of heavy workloads and tests! Finally, after what seem like weeks of not knowing what 'Friday' is, last night, Guat Shan and I went for a 'date'. Yes, just the both of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TG9WDNYlhXI/AAAAAAAADKQ/IHxjayVkwaQ/s1600/P8200138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TG9WDNYlhXI/AAAAAAAADKQ/IHxjayVkwaQ/s320/P8200138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;We skipped badminton session with the rest of the guys because we really felt it was so long ago since we last watched a movie or just simply window shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TG9WJ5cPPuI/AAAAAAAADKY/YfrI-Ph3hog/s1600/P8200143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TG9WJ5cPPuI/AAAAAAAADKY/YfrI-Ph3hog/s320/P8200143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;We went for dinner at 6 in a Chinese mamak stall (you read it right, Chinese.) with Hua dn Eric. Then we drove down to Ipoh Parade for shopping. Couple of hours later, we met up with Kang and Lee Nel, whom coincidentally were in Ipoh. We hang around for a little while, while waiting for our movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TG9WQDym-6I/AAAAAAAADKg/J1MT7_EHc8E/s1600/P8200146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TG9WQDym-6I/AAAAAAAADKg/J1MT7_EHc8E/s320/P8200146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TG9WWLZXbrI/AAAAAAAADKo/t5JyJGqfbRA/s1600/P8200149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TG9WWLZXbrI/AAAAAAAADKo/t5JyJGqfbRA/s320/P8200149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;We caught the first screening of 'Grown Ups'. A good movie as expect from Adam Sandlers but well, it wasn't as funny as expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TG-QTxLRIII/AAAAAAAADK4/bAOZ0bO_kd0/s1600/P8210150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TG-QTxLRIII/AAAAAAAADK4/bAOZ0bO_kd0/s320/P8210150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It was just a normal outing but it was good :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-4783153977070838830?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4783153977070838830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=4783153977070838830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/4783153977070838830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/4783153977070838830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/08/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TG9WDNYlhXI/AAAAAAAADKQ/IHxjayVkwaQ/s72-c/P8200138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-3332414866437364815</id><published>2010-08-08T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T13:37:52.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top of the world'/><title type='text'>Revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I'm back in Klang for my second brother. He'll be back for 3 weeks. Earlier during dinner, as we were eating, my brother saw a photo of Prince and I in my purse. Then, he took my purse and showed it to his girlfriend (Donna) and said, "See? Small kids.. Didn't date before. Put photo in purse all."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Then I quickly rebutted, "He's my housemate."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Okay, so my brother knew about &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. He said to Donna, in a way to shoot me, "Lame la.. She has a boyfriend but she put picture of other guy in her purse."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Seeing the warning light blinking, I quickly changed the topic to something else, silently hoping the conversation was only between the three of us, and deaf to my parents' ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TFwfubdIj9I/AAAAAAAADJ4/psBn14mwEEo/s1600/P8060126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TFwfubdIj9I/AAAAAAAADJ4/psBn14mwEEo/s320/P8060126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Photo in my purse, Prince and I in prom :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;While eating, my mom suddenly pop up a question which took me more than 10 seconds to digest her question.. and I did not answer. "Eric your boyfriend, ah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I was stunned for a moment, don't know how to react. You see, since I was very young, my parents have this strict code that we (my siblings) are not allowed to date while we are studying. Having this rule embedded in our heads (or at least mine), I never tried to break this rule. Partly because it's already embedded in my head and partly because I was never interested in having a relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;So, okay, back to the dinner table. So my mom asked and I was quiet for a moment. Understanding this silent language, my dad asked in a slightly shocked tone, "Har? You got boyfriend ah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;My mom then proudly announce that she saw it in Facebook. I sent killer glares to my sister.. She's the only one at home!! There's no way my brothers will be so &lt;i&gt;kepo&lt;/i&gt; and show my mom. I did not approve my dad as friend (Lol. Secret revealed. Sorry, dad!) How else would my mom find out? Turned out, my sis did not log out from Facebook and while browsing my photos, she saw.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TFwf3HePp9I/AAAAAAAADKA/_1x8I11cg2Q/s1600/DSC_1191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TFwf3HePp9I/AAAAAAAADKA/_1x8I11cg2Q/s320/DSC_1191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eric and I, in Batu Ferringhi, Penang, early this year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It's not that I didn't want my family to know about Eric. If I didn't want to, I wouldn't change my relationship status in Facebook. It's not that I didn't want my parents to know, it's just that having the 'No boyfriend' rule in my mind for decades, I was afraid of how they will respond to this. And another reason.. I was just too shy to be open about this matter. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;How did my family members respond to this? Well, my mom seemed okay with it. My sis, she was one of the very first to know about this. My brother questioned about Eric a little and added, "Should ask him come down. Wanna interview him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Dad did ask who Eric was. I said, "You don't know wan la.. He very low profile." Surprisingly, my dad knew who Eric was. He knew that he attended my birthday lunch. It's just that he didn't remember how Eric looked like. "Who is this Eric ah? Wanna give him a good lecture." Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I was &lt;b&gt;really really very&lt;/b&gt; shocked with my family, especially my parent's response. Never in my life I would ever thought I they will react in such a manner. It wasn't negative, I would say but yea, don't be too sure about it. And during this dinner, I found out my dad actually have very good sense of humour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TFwkGHb0UfI/AAAAAAAADKI/inVPpQl7D4A/s1600/fe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TFwkGHb0UfI/AAAAAAAADKI/inVPpQl7D4A/s320/fe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!! *dies laughing* XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;So, well.. since my parents already know about Eric, I guess there's no more secrets ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;P/s : How did Eric respond to this? "GG. I don't dare go Klang anymore." LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-3332414866437364815?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3332414866437364815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=3332414866437364815' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/3332414866437364815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/3332414866437364815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/08/revelation.html' title='Revelation'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TFwfubdIj9I/AAAAAAAADJ4/psBn14mwEEo/s72-c/P8060126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-7968568292400687112</id><published>2010-08-01T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:47:19.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>Cracked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TFV6CONOoxI/AAAAAAAADJw/sksKBBPFUVI/s1600/P8010125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TFV6CONOoxI/AAAAAAAADJw/sksKBBPFUVI/s320/P8010125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It's not even a year old. Sigh.. I wonder if I can send it for warranty? Tell them it cracked all of sudden instead of I dropped it. Lol. Guess Guat Shan and I always share the same fate. Her phone was soaked in water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;On a random note, I can't wait for week 13 (another 3 weeks) to come.. PANGKOR this sem! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-7968568292400687112?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7968568292400687112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=7968568292400687112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/7968568292400687112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/7968568292400687112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/08/cracked.html' title='Cracked'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TFV6CONOoxI/AAAAAAAADJw/sksKBBPFUVI/s72-c/P8010125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-2486194947728511154</id><published>2010-07-24T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:35:08.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Prince's 21st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Prince birthday was last week, on the 12th of July to be precise. We, the housemates and 2 additional guests (Hua and Eric) had a small and simple celebration for him. Due to my busy schedule, I only managed to edit and upload the video we took now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7tAMEPldgwQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7tAMEPldgwQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Prince's birthday present from Guat Shan and I. Not an expensive branded shirt or a hand-sewn shirt from us, but we got this for him because it's so significant to him, at least in our point of view when we saw this piece of shirt :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEqHQiSwX9I/AAAAAAAADJk/HU_w9k842f0/s1600/ba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEqHQiSwX9I/AAAAAAAADJk/HU_w9k842f0/s320/ba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed our little celebration, Prince!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-2486194947728511154?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2486194947728511154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=2486194947728511154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/2486194947728511154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/2486194947728511154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/07/princes-21st-birthday.html' title='Prince&apos;s 21st Birthday'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEqHQiSwX9I/AAAAAAAADJk/HU_w9k842f0/s72-c/ba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-5940281811608223411</id><published>2010-07-20T10:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:22:55.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>Buzzzz..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Like every sem, it's once again, my busy week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEUXbUOotNI/AAAAAAAADJc/D8Sc5WnitqM/s1600/dg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEUXbUOotNI/AAAAAAAADJc/D8Sc5WnitqM/s320/dg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Only difference between this sem and last sem is that last sem, my busy schedule was thoroughly distributed from week 4 to week 12 but this sem, my busy schedule is packed into 3 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEUPBsIehhI/AAAAAAAADJU/QdfM5ilXGJY/s1600/dgfg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEUPBsIehhI/AAAAAAAADJU/QdfM5ilXGJY/s320/dgfg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I have like 3 tests in a week and 5 tests in 2 weeks. This &lt;b&gt;excludes&lt;/b&gt; assignments, reports and presentations. These are the times where it feels like, you know, you've worn a really uncomfortable pair of shoe out for a whole day shopping, and you can't wait to get home to take your shoes off and relax your overly strained feet. If you get what I mean ;) These are the times where I can't wait to go on a relaxing trip with my friends!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEUNMlfnJTI/AAAAAAAADJM/2FMd25B41Bs/s1600/yt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEUNMlfnJTI/AAAAAAAADJM/2FMd25B41Bs/s320/yt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It's already week 8! Time really flies on Boeing 787! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;Edit : One of my test (Phytochem) has been postponed! I'm soooo happy!! :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-5940281811608223411?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/5940281811608223411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=5940281811608223411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/5940281811608223411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/5940281811608223411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/07/buzzzz.html' title='Buzzzz..'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEUXbUOotNI/AAAAAAAADJc/D8Sc5WnitqM/s72-c/dg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-2082483979471387666</id><published>2010-07-17T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:02:37.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>Bon Odori 2010.. Off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Today is the 34th Bon Odori in Malaysia. The last time I went to Bon Odori was 4 years ago in 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEEw7ZIz-3I/AAAAAAAADI0/59Ob8DifPU0/s1600/me+with+elaine+%28editted%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEEw7ZIz-3I/AAAAAAAADI0/59Ob8DifPU0/s320/me+with+elaine+%28editted%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;30th Bon Odori, 15th July 2006.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I think many already know that Bon Odori is a Japanese Ghost Festival and every year, there would be a festival held in 2 places in Malaysia, which are the Matsushita Stadium in Shah Alam and Esplanade in Penang, to celebrate this event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I've never been to the one in Penang and since I enter my uni life, I made a some sort of 'promise plan' to myself that I would go to Bon Odori in Penang while I'm in my uni life. I made this self-promise back when I was in foundation, almost 4 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEEwr9kPydI/AAAAAAAADIs/cxqSRzIxxVk/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEEwr9kPydI/AAAAAAAADIs/cxqSRzIxxVk/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My favourite Bon Odori fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;There are many self-promised plans I made and for most of them, I managed to fulfill, if not contented with what I did. But for this Bon Odori Penang plan, it is otherwise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Ever since I made this self-promised plan for Bon Odori...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;31st Bon Odori 2007 - I was in foundation and I remember clearly I had my Economics test on the same day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;32nd Bon Odori 2008 - I was in my first year degree and I have no &lt;i&gt;'kaki'&lt;/i&gt; to go with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;33rd Bon Odori 2009 -&amp;nbsp; I was in my second year degree and I attended Manchester United Asia Tour 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;34th Bon Odori 2010 - This year.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEEwofj5KuI/AAAAAAAADIc/tdCPl_bAG1o/s1600/P7187988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEEwofj5KuI/AAAAAAAADIc/tdCPl_bAG1o/s320/P7187988.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reason for missing Bon Odori 2009.. but did not regret :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;This year I have the group of friends I want to go with, I have my housemate who wants to go as much as I do. I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; have the time and there was even an initial plan but.. I did not go after all. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;* I have 3 tests on the following week and though I might have the time to finish studying and actually attend Bon Odori, the guilt is there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;* We might not have enough transport to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;* Guat Shan have a paper on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;* EE have test today and will be tired (burning midnight oil the night before) if we go later and especially more tired for those who will be driving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEEwqT6elJI/AAAAAAAADIk/PLqcGZQtHE0/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEEwqT6elJI/AAAAAAAADIk/PLqcGZQtHE0/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I even got my mom to send me my yukata from home. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It's already my final year as a university student and yes, I know many told me that I can attend next year and that Bon Odori will still be there and all but this is my self-made promise and attending next year is not the same anymore. It's no longer under my uni life plan. Every year I tell myself, "It's okay, I'll go next year", and heck, I can't tell myself this anymore this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;As exaggerated as I may sound, things will not be this bad once it's over ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-2082483979471387666?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2082483979471387666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=2082483979471387666' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/2082483979471387666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/2082483979471387666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/07/bon-odori-2010-off.html' title='Bon Odori 2010.. Off.'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TEEw7ZIz-3I/AAAAAAAADI0/59Ob8DifPU0/s72-c/me+with+elaine+%28editted%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-1267994858594845856</id><published>2010-07-10T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T20:39:28.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>Hopeful Oranje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;For World Cup 2010...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TDhiYgXa_4I/AAAAAAAADIU/SduR00AUlrE/s1600/P7100047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TDhiYgXa_4I/AAAAAAAADIU/SduR00AUlrE/s320/P7100047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOLLAND, I CHOOSE YOU!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm a Holland supporter since Euro 2004 and I'm so proud to see my team in the finals this World Cup. Although I predicted that Holland will go against Germany (my second team) in the finals, I'm sure Spain will show us an equally exciting match, ending with the Oranje Lion's victory of course! Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Keeping my fingers.. and toes crossed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1015870658"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1015870659"&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/4702984784343969750-1267994858594845856?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1267994858594845856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=1267994858594845856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1267994858594845856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1267994858594845856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/07/hopeful-oranje.html' title='Hopeful Oranje'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TDhiYgXa_4I/AAAAAAAADIU/SduR00AUlrE/s72-c/P7100047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-1089551884551828332</id><published>2010-07-05T10:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T15:04:24.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions?'/><title type='text'>Indecisive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It's the time that I do not like the most- making decisions. Major decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. Maybe not that major but having 6 empty columns to fill my choices for my final year project isn't an easy task for me. I have to admit being unable to make decision and being indecisive is one of my biggest weaknesses. I have always find it so difficult to make decisions. Perhaps I just consider too much while making a decision. Like for my FYP, I would consider things like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the project fun? Will I enjoy doing it?&lt;br /&gt;Is the project long or short? Will I have enough time to finish it?&lt;br /&gt;Am I good at the techniques required for the project?&lt;br /&gt;Do I choose between something I like, or something that will look nice in my resume next time?&lt;br /&gt;Should I choose between grade or learning something new?&lt;br /&gt;What can write for my thesis? Are the sufficient resources/information for me to write my thesis?&lt;br /&gt;Who is the lecturer handling the project?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on, and on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TDFFakfwu0I/AAAAAAAADIE/jfB1ss03BZw/s1600/P7050032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TDFFakfwu0I/AAAAAAAADIE/jfB1ss03BZw/s320/P7050032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadline to submit the form is this week and I've picked my top 6 but have not arranged them in order. Even if I arrange my 6 according to my priority, I might not get what I actually want because there are like tens of students competing for the same project title as me? I don't know, maybe I should just arrange the 6 in alphabetical order and just see which one I get. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-1089551884551828332?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1089551884551828332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=1089551884551828332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1089551884551828332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1089551884551828332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/07/indecisive_05.html' title='Indecisive'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TDFFakfwu0I/AAAAAAAADIE/jfB1ss03BZw/s72-c/P7050032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-1220697329609238827</id><published>2010-07-02T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T01:19:33.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top of the world'/><title type='text'>Gracias!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Many of you might already know that the connection over here in my Kampar house is terribly bad. Out of 48 hours, I, or rather, we could only get connected and go online for like 15 minutes or 20 minutes &lt;b&gt;at most&lt;/b&gt;. Yea, that was how bad &lt;i&gt;was.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Was&lt;/i&gt; because just a couple of hours ago, Sardin came over to my place and brought his modem/router along. He replaced (yes, replace.. with no charges!) ours with his and ta-da! We could online smoothly now. THANKS SO MUCH, SARDIN!!! :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-1220697329609238827?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1220697329609238827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=1220697329609238827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1220697329609238827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1220697329609238827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/07/gracias.html' title='Gracias!'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-4638254611896316265</id><published>2010-06-16T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:54:18.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Klang, The Land Of Bak Kut Teh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;While last weekend was Cameron Highlands, this weekend was where Guat Shan and I get to be the tour guides. Yes, we went to&amp;nbsp; Klang, the Land of &lt;i&gt;Bak Kut Teh&lt;/i&gt; a.k.a. our hometown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiqWTapYI/AAAAAAAADFU/e0ameYYcnBQ/s1600/IMG_0308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiqWTapYI/AAAAAAAADFU/e0ameYYcnBQ/s320/IMG_0308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;We drove back at about 4.30 p.m. on Friday evening and arrived in Klang at about 7 p.m.. Since we were in a rush, we grab a quick dinner in the famous among youngsters Esso/Chicken Mamak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgisHmWdTI/AAAAAAAADFc/joqE5uUGO2Q/s1600/IMG_0311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgisHmWdTI/AAAAAAAADFc/joqE5uUGO2Q/s320/IMG_0311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;After dinner, we drove down to Setapak to meet up with the TD8 and then down to Ampang look-out point to celebrate Shiau Ping and Sardin's birthday. There were 38 people there, I don't even know who some were. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgh6962sRI/AAAAAAAADDU/uTI4DK8y-ik/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgh6962sRI/AAAAAAAADDU/uTI4DK8y-ik/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgh9dtvpBI/AAAAAAAADDc/tiqayfu6_FI/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgh9dtvpBI/AAAAAAAADDc/tiqayfu6_FI/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgh_vD1WVI/AAAAAAAADDk/q1eF4nICCjU/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgh_vD1WVI/AAAAAAAADDk/q1eF4nICCjU/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;We wanted to have some tea in that place but the cafes close early. So instead, we went to Old Town. We didn't want to arrive home late so we left earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgitUs5qrI/AAAAAAAADFk/sKCcKbcrHJg/s1600/IMG_0389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgitUs5qrI/AAAAAAAADFk/sKCcKbcrHJg/s320/IMG_0389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiEr3JWQI/AAAAAAAADD0/r8-Q0cWXFQs/s1600/DSC_0102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiEr3JWQI/AAAAAAAADD0/r8-Q0cWXFQs/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBg18kiguEI/AAAAAAAADHc/hOh6PQ0jtfw/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBg18kiguEI/AAAAAAAADHc/hOh6PQ0jtfw/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;While driving back home, i-city caught our attention. So, we turned in for a few shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiv3LRCqI/AAAAAAAADFs/n289MLrKNwU/s1600/IMG_0403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiv3LRCqI/AAAAAAAADFs/n289MLrKNwU/s320/IMG_0403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiLQrWtUI/AAAAAAAADEE/x-RVeMMHPvc/s1600/DSC_0150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiLQrWtUI/AAAAAAAADEE/x-RVeMMHPvc/s320/DSC_0150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiPczy_mI/AAAAAAAADEM/gzDhBdYlHaI/s1600/DSC_0154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiPczy_mI/AAAAAAAADEM/gzDhBdYlHaI/s320/DSC_0154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiTaaCB3I/AAAAAAAADEU/g9gbfbGaixs/s1600/DSC_0181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiTaaCB3I/AAAAAAAADEU/g9gbfbGaixs/s320/DSC_0181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiW0KQR5I/AAAAAAAADEc/nLbrCl0qgxA/s1600/DSC_0221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiW0KQR5I/AAAAAAAADEc/nLbrCl0qgxA/s320/DSC_0221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Early next morning, we went Modern (mamak again) for breakfast. Rep, Hua, Eric, Justin Kang and Jing Wei ordered &lt;i&gt;roti ayam&lt;/i&gt; and we sort of held a 'competition' to finish the food in 5 minutes. Surprisingly, Rep stuffed 2 pieces of &lt;i&gt;roti ayam&lt;/i&gt; into his mouth in 30 seconds!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgixMCLBKI/AAAAAAAADF0/-08y2Jyl47A/s1600/IMG_0461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgixMCLBKI/AAAAAAAADF0/-08y2Jyl47A/s320/IMG_0461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgi40wP6II/AAAAAAAADGk/xWVxBGFmo0Y/s1600/IMG_0572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgi40wP6II/AAAAAAAADGk/xWVxBGFmo0Y/s320/IMG_0572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;We then took the 11 a.m. ferry to Pulau Ketam. We strolled around that area. Basically nothing much in Pulau Ketam but Guat Shan and I just wanted to show them the part of Klang that looked like a scene in Ice Kacang Puppy Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiyQO1g5I/AAAAAAAADF8/H40kXqB-4EE/s1600/IMG_0484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiyQO1g5I/AAAAAAAADF8/H40kXqB-4EE/s320/IMG_0484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgi1C06BOI/AAAAAAAADGM/WJ4xQlAndao/s1600/IMG_0554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgi1C06BOI/AAAAAAAADGM/WJ4xQlAndao/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiztLaLuI/AAAAAAAADGE/l_vTnPL_2rk/s1600/IMG_0541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiztLaLuI/AAAAAAAADGE/l_vTnPL_2rk/s320/IMG_0541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgi3nVuMBI/AAAAAAAADGc/tJfr8eBwuiw/s1600/IMG_0563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgi3nVuMBI/AAAAAAAADGc/tJfr8eBwuiw/s320/IMG_0563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;We left Pulau Ketam and then have lunch before dropping by Jusco Bukit Tinggi to get tickets for Karate Kid that night. After about an hour of &lt;i&gt;lepak-ing&lt;/i&gt;, we went home to bathe and rest for a bit before driving down to Justin's hometown, Kuala Selangor for the famous fireflies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgi6H91kQI/AAAAAAAADGs/omoL4KQJOIs/s1600/IMG_0576.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgi6H91kQI/AAAAAAAADGs/omoL4KQJOIs/s320/IMG_0576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgi7_dmWjI/AAAAAAAADG0/3ho72J9sXkg/s1600/IMG_0578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgi7_dmWjI/AAAAAAAADG0/3ho72J9sXkg/s320/IMG_0578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Being Electronic Engineering students, they were self-debating if those blinking lights they saw were real fireflies or were actually LEDs. Lol. We went for seafood dinner after that. Again, we rushed. It was like the most &lt;i&gt;'kan cheong'&lt;/i&gt; dinner ever where they were standing and eating and ran off to washed their hands (we used our hands to eat crabs) even before they even started to chew their food. Silly as it may seem, we laughed like hell. Lol! Dinner was on Justin. Thank you so much Justin!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgi9GskxGI/AAAAAAAADG8/nyJ0DfVpKa4/s1600/IMG_0598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgi9GskxGI/AAAAAAAADG8/nyJ0DfVpKa4/s320/IMG_0598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgic-AoT-I/AAAAAAAADEs/LwO_n8poIac/s1600/DSC_0259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgic-AoT-I/AAAAAAAADEs/LwO_n8poIac/s320/DSC_0259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgi-QT3DaI/AAAAAAAADHE/4r4peEaffCs/s1600/IMG_0601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgi-QT3DaI/AAAAAAAADHE/4r4peEaffCs/s320/IMG_0601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;As mentioned, we bought tickets for Karate Kid. It was a good movie, I would say. After the movie, we went back home and watch how England drew 1-1 with U.S.A.. Good job, Green ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgi_uaBYvI/AAAAAAAADHM/qSjNToD96k8/s1600/IMG_0602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgi_uaBYvI/AAAAAAAADHM/qSjNToD96k8/s320/IMG_0602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Next morning, we went for the long awaited &lt;i&gt;bah kut teh&lt;/i&gt; breakfast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgjA_nIygI/AAAAAAAADHU/1KTMwzfLMt4/s1600/IMG_0604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgjA_nIygI/AAAAAAAADHU/1KTMwzfLMt4/s320/IMG_0604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;We then celebrated Father's Day for my dad. I bet my parents enjoyed their company, especially my mom. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgigirkf-I/AAAAAAAADE0/FApYcJgQkt0/s1600/DSC_0290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgigirkf-I/AAAAAAAADE0/FApYcJgQkt0/s320/DSC_0290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgijGLF4vI/AAAAAAAADE8/RBkI5_qc-So/s1600/DSC_0297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgijGLF4vI/AAAAAAAADE8/RBkI5_qc-So/s320/DSC_0297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;After the celebration, we went to Sunway Pyramid for skating before driving back to Kampar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgilsE4gFI/AAAAAAAADFE/lE0CUIj9REc/s1600/DSC_0314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgilsE4gFI/AAAAAAAADFE/lE0CUIj9REc/s320/DSC_0314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgio9lylSI/AAAAAAAADFM/oEV62bopQNE/s1600/DSC_0329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgio9lylSI/AAAAAAAADFM/oEV62bopQNE/s320/DSC_0329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;So, that was the 2-days short trip to my hometown. How was it? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-4638254611896316265?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4638254611896316265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=4638254611896316265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/4638254611896316265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/4638254611896316265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/06/klang-land-of-bak-kut-teh.html' title='Klang, The Land Of Bak Kut Teh!'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBgiqWTapYI/AAAAAAAADFU/e0ameYYcnBQ/s72-c/IMG_0308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-6960982530776008637</id><published>2010-06-10T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:28:03.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBB769I-1QI/AAAAAAAADDM/AeNcB5qI_KM/s1600/DSC_1528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBB769I-1QI/AAAAAAAADDM/AeNcB5qI_KM/s320/DSC_1528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Many dressed up prettily. Many put in countless effort to look good for this event. It was a successful prom night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Not that I didn't enjoy, but I guess prom isn't really my thing. I would prefer something more active. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-6960982530776008637?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6960982530776008637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=6960982530776008637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6960982530776008637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6960982530776008637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/06/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TBB769I-1QI/AAAAAAAADDM/AeNcB5qI_KM/s72-c/DSC_1528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-1778146330595455160</id><published>2010-06-08T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:00:31.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>Back To Basic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Guat Shan and I was having our breakfast when the ballot result came out.&amp;nbsp; I messaged Prince and asked him to check since he was at home. One by one, the message came..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"OMG! Kembara didn't get!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Needless to say, I always have no luck. So, the Aveo registered under my name did not get as well. Then another message from Prince came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We registered 3 cars only this sem? I don't wanna walk to uni!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I quickly messaged Sito, whom was still sleeping, and asked her to check. It took her about 15 minutes to reply and in that mean time, I was chewing my nails off while Guat Shan was calmly sitting and eating her breakfast. 15 minutes later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"As lucky as I am or the kancil is, SUCCESSFUL!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I was in a public space, I shouted. Yes, now that I thought of it, it's embarrassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TA4815MBNsI/AAAAAAAADDE/Uq24JQ5P2Ak/s1600/HPIM1907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TA4815MBNsI/AAAAAAAADDE/Uq24JQ5P2Ak/s320/HPIM1907.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The last time I drove this car was during foundation mid-sem 2.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Who would predict that I'll ever be driving back this little white  Kancil?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Well, I guess it's always better than having to  walk to uni. Welcome back to the family, Little Kancil :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-1778146330595455160?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1778146330595455160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=1778146330595455160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1778146330595455160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1778146330595455160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-to-basic.html' title='Back To Basic'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TA4815MBNsI/AAAAAAAADDE/Uq24JQ5P2Ak/s72-c/HPIM1907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-4410148147238789881</id><published>2010-06-07T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T11:10:34.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Where? I think It's Called Cameron Highland?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;So the plan was..... No plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;And the schedule was.... No schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxdqhrWmeI/AAAAAAAADBE/XIzyz4YzG7s/s1600/DSC_1401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxdqhrWmeI/AAAAAAAADBE/XIzyz4YzG7s/s320/DSC_1401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxfHIT10tI/AAAAAAAADCE/n0MfBkN0wHE/s1600/IMG_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxfHIT10tI/AAAAAAAADCE/n0MfBkN0wHE/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;What we did was... Judge yourself from these pictures. Allow me to provide the information on location as a guide. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Location : BOH Tea Plantation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxfLUDPbrI/AAAAAAAADCM/bUL69LzWiH4/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxfLUDPbrI/AAAAAAAADCM/bUL69LzWiH4/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxeDO7f38I/AAAAAAAADBM/ZiK7yGTndVE/s1600/DSC_1495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxeDO7f38I/AAAAAAAADBM/ZiK7yGTndVE/s320/DSC_1495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Location : Big Red Strawberry Farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxeKmB3R5I/AAAAAAAADBU/XGjMz7mkQdA/s1600/DSC_1543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxeKmB3R5I/AAAAAAAADBU/XGjMz7mkQdA/s320/DSC_1543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxeSgs8VOI/AAAAAAAADBc/hlT__GrnLgY/s1600/DSC_1556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxeSgs8VOI/AAAAAAAADBc/hlT__GrnLgY/s320/DSC_1556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Location : Cactus Farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxfYl3_MrI/AAAAAAAADCU/rLEAj7Ypg-w/s1600/IMG_0125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxfYl3_MrI/AAAAAAAADCU/rLEAj7Ypg-w/s320/IMG_0125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxhtmovgBI/AAAAAAAADC0/nT-XT-OHyqI/s1600/b106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxhtmovgBI/AAAAAAAADC0/nT-XT-OHyqI/s320/b106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Location : Honey Farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxhpJIQ-4I/AAAAAAAADCs/MNhht_vBqGY/s1600/IMG_0228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxhpJIQ-4I/AAAAAAAADCs/MNhht_vBqGY/s320/IMG_0228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Location : Another Tea Plantation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxerGESpGI/AAAAAAAADBs/BzIhr9oCjk0/s1600/DSC_1592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxerGESpGI/AAAAAAAADBs/BzIhr9oCjk0/s320/DSC_1592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxe6N8509I/AAAAAAAADB0/C8x4RAKmmJ4/s1600/DSC_1602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxe6N8509I/AAAAAAAADB0/C8x4RAKmmJ4/s320/DSC_1602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Finally guessed it? Good! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-4410148147238789881?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4410148147238789881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=4410148147238789881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/4410148147238789881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/4410148147238789881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-i-think-its-called-cameron.html' title='Where? I think It&apos;s Called Cameron Highland?'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TAxdqhrWmeI/AAAAAAAADBE/XIzyz4YzG7s/s72-c/DSC_1401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-9134078448915475236</id><published>2010-06-01T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:18:31.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top of the world'/><title type='text'>My Magnificent 20!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;All these while...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;"Eh, so we'll go &lt;i&gt;yum cha&lt;/i&gt; on Sunday night then &lt;i&gt;sambil sambil&lt;/i&gt; celebrate your birthday like that lo... 'Cuz most of them come back on Sunday." -Sardin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;"Sardin got tell you where to go for dinner on Sunday ah? You ask him and see la ha.. Then take the cake go there and blow lo.." -Guat Shan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;"Ah bie, when you back Kampar ah? I back on Sunday night." -Jing Wei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;"Ah Kang is in Singapore.. on 29th night like that only he'll reach Kampar." -Sardin (on Kang)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;"Lulu ah.. sorry ah, my dad say wanna spend longer time in Thailand." -Bryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;"I so bad lo.. 2 weeks I less than 4 days at home lo.. Sunday I accompany my mother lo.. Back late lo.. Sorry cannot celebrate your birthday lo.." -J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;"Orange follow Dan Dan's car wan.. So see how la. But I think he's joining us for dinner." -Guat Shan (on Hua)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;"You keep cake for me ah. Don't keep in the refrigerator, put on the table or else &lt;i&gt;kena curi&lt;/i&gt;. Tomorrow I give you cake." -Eric&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;"Eliza, Happy Birthday." -Hua (then he went home)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;*Lee Nel and Ah Beh.. &lt;i&gt;Takde bunyi&lt;/i&gt;.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU BUNCH OF ACTORS!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saturday night/Sunday morning, 1.30 a.m...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;"Sleep la sleep la.." -Gs (I was sleeping in her room, next to her).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;10 minutes later, &lt;i&gt;*"Baby, I never seen someone with your body~~" (ring tone)*&lt;/i&gt; "Hello? &lt;i&gt;*sleepy voice* &lt;/i&gt;Em.. em.. &lt;i&gt;Wo xian zai xia lai&lt;/i&gt; (I come down now). Stupid orange downstairs.. Say he left his wallet here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;And I was like, dozing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;"Eliza! You seen Orange's wallet or not?"Guat Shan asked from the staircase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;"No. Go check inside the car and see la.. Hua, you try call your wallet la." (I know that makes no sense ==) I sleep first." And I returned to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;5 minutes later.. Guat Shan's room was filled with people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU BUNCH OF ACTORS!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Round 1- Dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;People include : Mom, dad, &lt;i&gt;kayah&lt;/i&gt;, sis, Gs, Hua, Beh, Edwin, Shiau Ping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYvAt-n4I/AAAAAAAADA0/h2Dscm6CSsA/s1600/nite3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYvAt-n4I/AAAAAAAADA0/h2Dscm6CSsA/s320/nite3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASZhAPI0xI/AAAAAAAADA8/aik75AcKuOo/s1600/nite2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASZhAPI0xI/AAAAAAAADA8/aik75AcKuOo/s320/nite2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Round 2- Living hall of 92, Jalan Suasa 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;People include : Gs, Hua, Dan Dan, Beh, Sardin, J, Jing Wei, Kang, Lee Nel, Bryan, Shiau Ping, Edwin, Yuet Fen, Yee Sieng, Eric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYnawifvI/AAAAAAAADAU/qKXbCH35E1k/s1600/nite1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYnawifvI/AAAAAAAADAU/qKXbCH35E1k/s320/nite1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYKMHSOQI/AAAAAAAAC_U/oDdiyddnkS8/s1600/DSC_1682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYKMHSOQI/AAAAAAAAC_U/oDdiyddnkS8/s320/DSC_1682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Round 3- Beijing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;People include : Gs, Hua, Beh, Sardin, J, Jing Wei, Kang, Lee  Nel, Bryan, Shiau Ping, Edwin, Yuet Fen, Yee Sieng, Eric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYjDGtmpI/AAAAAAAADAE/QgZJNIrJk1o/s1600/bei1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYjDGtmpI/AAAAAAAADAE/QgZJNIrJk1o/s320/bei1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Round 4- McDonald's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;People include : Gs, Hua, Beh, Sardin, J, Jing Wei, Kang, Lee  Nel, Bryan, Yuet Fen, Yee Sieng, Eric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYcVyWoLI/AAAAAAAAC_s/A4g_ObGHVDk/s1600/mcd1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYcVyWoLI/AAAAAAAAC_s/A4g_ObGHVDk/s320/mcd1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYaD6oofI/AAAAAAAAC_k/Kt2EccZQHhw/s1600/mcd2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYaD6oofI/AAAAAAAAC_k/Kt2EccZQHhw/s320/mcd2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYXSyv69I/AAAAAAAAC_c/L7_IaDY0urc/s1600/DSC_2080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYXSyv69I/AAAAAAAAC_c/L7_IaDY0urc/s320/DSC_2080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Round 5- Lunch in Ocean East Lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;People include : Mom, Dad, &lt;i&gt;Kayah&lt;/i&gt;, Sis, &lt;i&gt;Ta Ker, Ta Sau&lt;/i&gt;, Pearlynn, Joelle, Emerald, Prince, Gs, Hua, Beh, Sardin, J, Jing Wei, Kang, Lee  Nel, Bryan, Shiau Ping, Edwin, Yuet Fen, Yee Sieng, Eric, Rep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYejKkyWI/AAAAAAAAC_0/9Ej6-TbAHUA/s1600/lunch1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYejKkyWI/AAAAAAAAC_0/9Ej6-TbAHUA/s320/lunch1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYlfKR-qI/AAAAAAAADAM/UsEfOiwFKsw/s1600/lunch2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYlfKR-qI/AAAAAAAADAM/UsEfOiwFKsw/s320/lunch2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYg4g6lHI/AAAAAAAAC_8/-zk7tS5791g/s1600/lunch3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYg4g6lHI/AAAAAAAAC_8/-zk7tS5791g/s320/lunch3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Round 6- Dinner in Gold Label.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;People include : Jo, Siu, KC, Yong Kang, Prince, Wei Khiang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Round 7- Supper in Haji Ghany.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;People include : Gs, Hua, Beh, Sardin, J, Kang, Shiau Ping, Edwin, Eric, Rep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I realize that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Guat Shan, Sardin, Bryan, Yuet Fen and Edwin started planning through msn since long. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;My family members who &lt;i&gt;pakat-ed&lt;/i&gt; with Guat Shan. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;My &lt;i&gt;ta ker's&lt;/i&gt; family who came down to Kampar a few hours to lunch with us. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Beh asked Sardin if there's any plan and he almost torn down a shop searching for present. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Kok Loong came to Kampar earlier to bake a cake and kept it in Vevian's place. I collected the cake on 29th evening. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Bryan, who had just came back from Thailand took a 5 hours bus to Kampar, made 2 cakes upon reaching Kampar and did not sleep the whole night. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Yuet Fen took a 5 hours bus from Penang, celebrated and only arrived in KL on Sunday night. She was dead tired and she has class the next day. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Eric came back early from Johor. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Jing Wei came back earlier from Penang.. and although this secret was revealed, it was cleverly concealed by saying 'bibi' faced some problem. He said he came back for 'bibi' turned out it was for 'Ah Bie'. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Lee Nel came back from Kedah earlier than usual and only arrived at 10.30 p.m.. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Ah Kang returned from Singapore. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Dan Dan fetched Hua back a day earlier and was woken up after he has fallen asleep. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Rep came straight to join us for lunch upon reaching Kampar. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Shiau Ping and Edwin came down to Kampar for this purpose. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Yee Sieng put in effort in making this. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Wei Khiang, who do not remember birthdays remember that it was my birthday and celebrated. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Jo and Sian Siu took the effort to choose presents which are significant to me. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Prince had to bear with the noise all night. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Kenji who wanted to come down to Klang to pass me present but couldn't. He then rushed back to KL to pass the present to Edwin. &lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYpkqyfWI/AAAAAAAADAc/Z16acInlofg/s1600/prs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYpkqyfWI/AAAAAAAADAc/Z16acInlofg/s320/prs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYtTfolXI/AAAAAAAADAs/I_cVdi2akM4/s1600/prs2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYtTfolXI/AAAAAAAADAs/I_cVdi2akM4/s320/prs2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Words are never enough. It was a superb birthday! One truly memorable 30th May :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-9134078448915475236?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/9134078448915475236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=9134078448915475236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/9134078448915475236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/9134078448915475236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-magnificent-20.html' title='My Magnificent 20!'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TASYvAt-n4I/AAAAAAAADA0/h2Dscm6CSsA/s72-c/nite3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-3908296463620100344</id><published>2010-05-26T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:32:09.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Second Trip For This Sem Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;On Thursday (20th May) my kayah proposed to go to Thailand and asked me to ask Guat Shan along. I then sent Guat Shan an sms asking if she fancy joining my mom, kayah and me to Thailand out of random. And to out of random, she said &lt;i&gt;"Boleh jugak"&lt;/i&gt;. Next day, we went to the immigration office to have her passport made and following day, we were off to Thailand. How random can we be? Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_ydWTfSGjI/AAAAAAAAC-8/lhtvweBlOpo/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_ydWTfSGjI/AAAAAAAAC-8/lhtvweBlOpo/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;While we were in Hattyai, we visited places I've been many times before but maybe because this time i went to Guat Shan, it was like a whole new experience to me.. like I've never been to Hattyai XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_ydUALunII/AAAAAAAAC-s/25Ay2JFrr44/s1600/fmar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_ydUALunII/AAAAAAAAC-s/25Ay2JFrr44/s320/fmar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;So, anyway, we went to the floating market where the main focus in this place is food.&amp;nbsp; There were boats selling different and variety of food floating (obviously. &lt;i&gt;Takkan&lt;/i&gt; they sink, right?) on a wide river. And there were mats on the ground where we can sit and enjoy our food picnic style! But if you didn't like to sit on the ground, there were long benches with narrow tables prepared like how it is in bars.. only thing is that the benches and tables are made of wood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;We also went to Achan Cave and the Stainless Steel Temple, where the entire temple is made out of stainless steel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_ydTKIxzgI/AAAAAAAAC-k/OVkUhHbdFLg/s1600/temple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_ydTKIxzgI/AAAAAAAAC-k/OVkUhHbdFLg/s320/temple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;We also went to lots of &lt;i&gt;'pasar malam'&lt;/i&gt; type of market where we bought lots and lots of stuff like they were given away free!! Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_ydXKI15PI/AAAAAAAAC_E/jITwjBtySxw/s1600/food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_ydXKI15PI/AAAAAAAAC_E/jITwjBtySxw/s320/food.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Of course, we love to eat. We tried lots of different or some even similar to our local food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_ydSKXHQGI/AAAAAAAAC-c/VicVYLn4LaI/s1600/makan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_ydSKXHQGI/AAAAAAAAC-c/VicVYLn4LaI/s320/makan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I think the most daredevil thing I did while I was in Thailand was that I tried this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_ydQa1AXWI/AAAAAAAAC-U/EtdgSx_m7Ks/s1600/DSC_1507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_ydQa1AXWI/AAAAAAAAC-U/EtdgSx_m7Ks/s320/DSC_1507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;You guess it. They are fried maggots!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Lol. I wouldn't really say it's a daredevil act since, well, I just pop it into my mouth XD They tasted like plastic, by the way. Nothing special, nothing disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_ydVffbbwI/AAAAAAAAC-0/xg59x5zCCSE/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_ydVffbbwI/AAAAAAAAC-0/xg59x5zCCSE/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Oh, another thing that made this trip different from other previous trips is that I actually drove (from Tapah to Alor Star) from 3 a.m. to 6 a.m. instead of just dozing off on the back seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_ydIR_9QaI/AAAAAAAAC-M/9YaoqaXngNo/s1600/DSC_1674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_ydIR_9QaI/AAAAAAAAC-M/9YaoqaXngNo/s320/DSC_1674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What Hattyai is known for.. messy wiring.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;2 weeks sem break and I went to 2 different places. Not bad :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It's already Wednesday today and I'll be going back to Kampar on Saturday, probably. What a short, yet long sem break for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-3908296463620100344?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3908296463620100344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=3908296463620100344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/3908296463620100344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/3908296463620100344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/05/second-trip-for-this-sem-break.html' title='Second Trip For This Sem Break'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_ydWTfSGjI/AAAAAAAAC-8/lhtvweBlOpo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-2032286356241423854</id><published>2010-05-18T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:27:23.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top of the world'/><title type='text'>Penang... This Time Mainland.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;So for the third consecutive sem, I headed to Penang for our sem break trip, only this time, our focus was on mainland Penang rather than the island. This was a very budget trip as we had free accommodation (we stayed in friends' place). Guat Shan and I stayed over in Hua's house and we're very proud of it because according to him, this was the first time ever that he brought a friend (or rather, two friends) to his house, Eric and Beh stayed over in Rep's place and finally Sardin and J stayed over in Jing Wei's house, which was located in the island. However, the latter 2 shifted to Rep's place on Sunday night since Jing Wei had to work on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JWw50tLWI/AAAAAAAAC9k/_J5M60hqI70/s1600/rrr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JWw50tLWI/AAAAAAAAC9k/_J5M60hqI70/s320/rrr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rep, Hua and Jing Wei.. In that order from left.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It was a short 3 days 2 nights trip from the 15th to 17th. I came back home from Kampar on Tuesday and then I took the Saturday 1pm train back to Kampar to meet up with Guat Shan and the rest. I was back home earlier because my paper ended earlier. So, when I arrived at 3.30pm, Guat Shan took Sardin's car and picked me up at the Kampar station and we went for tea time before Dan Dan and Hua came and picked us up over at Sardin's place. In Dan Dan's car, Guat Shan and I made a lot of noise, as usual. Lol. I hope he wasn't distracted because of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;We arrived at Hua's place in Kepala Batas approximately 2.5 hours later. His mom cooked us dinner! Thanks, auntie! :D The herbal soup was delicious! I also heard that Rep's mom cooked them spaghetti with mushroom soup. Must be as tasty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;After dinner, about 8.30pm, we were supposed to meet up with Rep, Beh and Eric in Rep's place but apparently, Rep took them to Sunway Carnival. We then met up in Auto City to have a little drink in Boston and watch FA Cup finals. BUT!! Guess what? I think it's a special case in Penang whereby they have ESPN but not Star Sports. So, we went to Pelita mamak stall to watch football. After football, we for a light stroll in Auto City and well, &lt;i&gt;things happened&lt;/i&gt; and we went back after that. Lol. We were supposed to drop by Rep's place but since it was already late, we headed back home and decided to only visit Rep's place the next day. As usual, when there's Guat Shan and there's Eliza, we chatted till 3.30am before we forced ourselves to shut up and sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JIu5rw6SI/AAAAAAAAC78/XaOdyf5JYfM/s1600/day1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JIu5rw6SI/AAAAAAAAC78/XaOdyf5JYfM/s320/day1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Early next morning, we woke up at 8 am. Hua's mom bought breakfast (French toast-like bread with &lt;i&gt;char siew pau&lt;/i&gt; fillings) for us. We ate then followed Hua's mom to morning market called Apollow. It was a long stretch of food, clothes, shoes, bags and everything and I managed to get myself a pair of Hawaii-looking shorts :D We then had our breakfast (again!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;We bathed, went to Rep's place to fetch the 3 of them and headed to Queensbay Mall to meet up with the other 3 in the island. Over there, we had our lunch in T-bowl and caught a movie, The Kidnapper. And oh my god! It was not my type of movie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JI_t2FdMI/AAAAAAAAC8s/PHmVG54IiYI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JI_t2FdMI/AAAAAAAAC8s/PHmVG54IiYI/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JJAqWo-qI/AAAAAAAAC80/hJJg8-3ELH8/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JJAqWo-qI/AAAAAAAAC80/hJJg8-3ELH8/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;After Queensbay, the next destination was Ait Itam for their famous &lt;i&gt;asam laksa&lt;/i&gt;. We ate in sweat and oh~ syok~! Well, to be truthful, I've never tried &lt;i&gt;asam laksa&lt;/i&gt;, even in Klang (because I can't take spicy food) so I couldn't compare and comment when Rep asked me if it was nice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JItuI0ZTI/AAAAAAAAC70/4Bc3B77ff-c/s1600/makan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JItuI0ZTI/AAAAAAAAC70/4Bc3B77ff-c/s320/makan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;After the sweaty meal, we went to Batu Ferringhi, where Eric felt paradise :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JIx-jp0XI/AAAAAAAAC8E/fZlgp3IzRyU/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JIx-jp0XI/AAAAAAAAC8E/fZlgp3IzRyU/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JIy4gWK8I/AAAAAAAAC8M/37ykNKKWdk8/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JIy4gWK8I/AAAAAAAAC8M/37ykNKKWdk8/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JI0MSQ_DI/AAAAAAAAC8U/kfwSKH9f9_M/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JI0MSQ_DI/AAAAAAAAC8U/kfwSKH9f9_M/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JI1WS-7_I/AAAAAAAAC8c/XdnCXdKNF2s/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JI1WS-7_I/AAAAAAAAC8c/XdnCXdKNF2s/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JI2n0J8EI/AAAAAAAAC8k/JLF5yQpVgs0/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JI2n0J8EI/AAAAAAAAC8k/JLF5yQpVgs0/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;3 hours and a lot of playful bickering between Johor and Klang (Lol! It was Eric and I debating about our own 'territory'), we took the ferry back to mainland, had our dinner and &lt;i&gt;lepak-ed&lt;/i&gt; in Rep's place till it's time to go home. What we did? Well, what else? Cards!! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JJC6Lrs8I/AAAAAAAAC88/mVApy_uJb-0/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JJC6Lrs8I/AAAAAAAAC88/mVApy_uJb-0/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JJJrnYwaI/AAAAAAAAC9M/MkFbmPr8t5A/s1600/DSC_1344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JJJrnYwaI/AAAAAAAAC9M/MkFbmPr8t5A/s320/DSC_1344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Day 3, the day we were supposed to head home. Woke up at 8.30 am and Hua took us for breakfast nearby his house. We then meet up with Bryan and Yuet Fen to give Edwin a surprise birthday celebration. We crashed Edwin's place for a good 1 hour before we went to Jusco Bukit Mertajam for a less-than-an-hour walk and then, to a place called &lt;i&gt;'Vietnam'&lt;/i&gt;, I think, for lunch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JJECY1IWI/AAAAAAAAC9E/aSj0Fv3XT0g/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JJECY1IWI/AAAAAAAAC9E/aSj0Fv3XT0g/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JJQzS3cZI/AAAAAAAAC9U/jmkYJTORKFQ/s1600/DSC_1361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JJQzS3cZI/AAAAAAAAC9U/jmkYJTORKFQ/s320/DSC_1361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Headed back to Rep's place to buy some time. We planned to leave at 2.30pm or 3pm so that we would arrive in Kampar at 6pm, just nice for our train. While in Rep's place, they played cards again while Bryan and I had a good nice but short chat. At 2.30 pm, we left Penang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JJWXn3H3I/AAAAAAAAC9c/TXw3VjM55HU/s1600/DSC_1393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JJWXn3H3I/AAAAAAAAC9c/TXw3VjM55HU/s320/DSC_1393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Our lovely Sardin took the wrong turn and we headed towards Perlis instead of Perak. Lol. U-turned, obviously and arrived at Taiping to drop Beh and &lt;i&gt;lepak-ed&lt;/i&gt; in his house for half an hour before resuming our journey back to Kampar. We arrived at Kampar close to 6 pm and Eric managed to get the train same time as Guat Shan's and mine. 2.5 hours to KL and we parted with Eric. At 10 pm, Guat Shan and I arrived in Klang, we &lt;i&gt;makan-ed &lt;/i&gt;and went back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Well, this is the brief details on the trip. Of course, no matter how long I write, I can never describe exactly what we did. Though it was a short trip, we did endless stuff. It was good to be able to meet Edwin, Bryan and Yuet Fen and once again, it was proven (to me and Guat Shan, at least) that destination does not matter when going out with a group of friends. Thank you Dan Dan for fetching us, Hua for letting us crash your place for 3 days, Rep for bringing us around and everyone for making this trip memorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I'm on my 2 weeks sem break now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-2032286356241423854?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2032286356241423854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=2032286356241423854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/2032286356241423854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/2032286356241423854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/05/penang-this-time-mainland.html' title='Penang... This Time Mainland.'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S_JWw50tLWI/AAAAAAAAC9k/_J5M60hqI70/s72-c/rrr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-1746969566299341646</id><published>2010-04-23T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:59:41.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Oh Sports~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;As usual, I had my badminton session today from 3 p.m. to 4.30 p.m. but we went early and extended our time till 4.45 p.m.. Somehow, maybe it was because of the weather being hot or maybe it was because I'm in the mood and all, I was more active than usual. I played non-stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Round 1 : Warm up rally with Sito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Round 2 : Warm up rally with Eric&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Round 3 : Doubles with J vs. Jing Wei-Sito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Round 4 : Singles with Gs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Round 5 : Doubles with Jing Wei vs. Gs-Sito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Round 6 : Doubles with Eric vs. Orange-Gs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Round 7 : Singles with Gs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Round 8 : Doubles with J vs. Eric-Sito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;After a short rest, while in the car, Guat Shan said it would be nice to go for cycling since the weather was really (like really) good. It wasn't very sunny and it was a little chilly. But instead of cycling, the five of us my car- Guat Shan, Sito, Orange, Eric and myself (others went back in a separate car) went to get a basketball from Ah Beh and then went to search for a court. Luckily, there was an empty court in Harvard. We then asked Ah Rep along for some light shootings. Ah Rep was good! But Eric amazed me! While we shoot, Orange and Guat Shan just sat on the swing and enjoy the nice weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;After an hour plus, we went back but Guat Shan went cycling with Orange.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It was indeed a sporty day for us. We played non-stop and dried out sweat glands. It has been a while since I played basketball and I'm sure as hell my limbs are going to break off tomorrow but I guess it was worth? It was so fun and refreshing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;P/s : Jing Wei, sorry that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;accidentall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;y&lt;/b&gt; aimed at you. (But it made me laughed so hard!! XD) &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/4702984784343969750-1746969566299341646?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1746969566299341646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=1746969566299341646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1746969566299341646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1746969566299341646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-sports.html' title='Oh Sports~'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-9136363251681177083</id><published>2010-04-19T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:24:09.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top of the world'/><title type='text'>Short Trip To Bukit Merah And Taiping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Early Saturday morning, Orange walked to my house to wait for J to come pick us up. He passed me a recycle paper with Digital scribbles. On the other side, it was a rough schedule for our Bukit Merah + Taiping trip written in Ah Beh's handwriting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xTc4VoeXI/AAAAAAAAC7U/YlLFxrigQOQ/s1600/group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xTc4VoeXI/AAAAAAAAC7U/YlLFxrigQOQ/s320/group.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday, 17 April 2010.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.00 : Reach Taiping. Meet in Changkat Jering. Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;11.30 - 12.00 : Go Bukit Merah&lt;br /&gt;12.00 - 5.00 : &lt;i&gt;Main &lt;/i&gt;(as in play)&lt;br /&gt;5.00 - 6.00 : Back to apartment and rest.&lt;br /&gt;7.00 : Dinner&lt;br /&gt;8.00 - 10.00 : Football&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xSngTVq4I/AAAAAAAAC6E/xEpHOkZPTuk/s1600/misc+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xSngTVq4I/AAAAAAAAC6E/xEpHOkZPTuk/s320/misc+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xSlyxI23I/AAAAAAAAC58/LmL_7qQcFFY/s1600/misc+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xSlyxI23I/AAAAAAAAC58/LmL_7qQcFFY/s320/misc+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Then it was written but after 10 p.m., but he verbally told us that we were supposed to have our free and easy time around the Lake Garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xTVwL9B5I/AAAAAAAAC6k/ueSNLGFkBoo/s1600/water+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xTVwL9B5I/AAAAAAAAC6k/ueSNLGFkBoo/s320/water+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xTW_QKaFI/AAAAAAAAC6s/EqWBNUCi9kE/s1600/water+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xTW_QKaFI/AAAAAAAAC6s/EqWBNUCi9kE/s320/water+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xTYng45YI/AAAAAAAAC60/FkbrznvKJQw/s1600/water+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xTYng45YI/AAAAAAAAC60/FkbrznvKJQw/s320/water+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sunday, 18 April 2010&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.00 : Breakfast-&lt;i&gt; wan tan mee&lt;/i&gt; without &lt;i&gt;wan tan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30 - 2.00 : Zoo&lt;br /&gt;2.00 - 2.30 : &lt;i&gt;Cendol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30 : Lake Garden&lt;br /&gt;3.30 : Sepetang (for lunch)&lt;br /&gt;4.30 : Mangrove forest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xSqVzB56I/AAAAAAAAC6M/mkkig2EPWWE/s1600/misc+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xSqVzB56I/AAAAAAAAC6M/mkkig2EPWWE/s320/misc+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything went smoothly according to plan. On Saturday night, our free and easy time was watching 'Being Human' in Taiping Central and of course, like all other trips, there would be gambling sessions at night before bed. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, we were 30 minutes behind schedule because some of us overslept but nonetheless, we managed to race against time and got back on schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xTZs81iUI/AAAAAAAAC68/54AIBp7UGmQ/s1600/zoo+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xTZs81iUI/AAAAAAAAC68/54AIBp7UGmQ/s320/zoo+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xTa-PvOhI/AAAAAAAAC7E/f6UQ_mK_xNk/s1600/zoo+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xTa-PvOhI/AAAAAAAAC7E/f6UQ_mK_xNk/s320/zoo+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xTb9bj_pI/AAAAAAAAC7M/9jIzx3h4JYs/s1600/zoo+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xTb9bj_pI/AAAAAAAAC7M/9jIzx3h4JYs/s320/zoo+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Again, we sailed through the planned schedule except that we did not went to the Lake Garden because it was drizzling. Instead, we went straight for our &lt;i&gt;curry mee&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;laksa&lt;/i&gt; lunch in Sepetang and then to the Mangrove forest/swamp before dropping by Ah Beh's place for a short while and heading back to Kampar at about 6 p.m..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xSrvxqIqI/AAAAAAAAC6U/f6LjpaYHKNw/s1600/us+b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xSrvxqIqI/AAAAAAAAC6U/f6LjpaYHKNw/s320/us+b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xSv0BANfI/AAAAAAAAC6c/l_uSnVsOh1A/s1600/us+g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xSv0BANfI/AAAAAAAAC6c/l_uSnVsOh1A/s320/us+g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;A total of about 800 pictures which weighs 4G aren't enough to describe the tonnes of joy and fun the 14 of us had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xTeBlUABI/AAAAAAAAC7c/6gggXF4MR1s/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xTeBlUABI/AAAAAAAAC7c/6gggXF4MR1s/s320/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Thanks a mil to Ah Beh, Orange and Guat Shan who I think put the most effort in this~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Mummy, daddy and kayah, if you want to see more pictures, see them here:&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=207284&amp;amp;id=666686868&amp;amp;l=2d8b3685dc"&gt; My Facebook Album&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-9136363251681177083?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/9136363251681177083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=9136363251681177083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/9136363251681177083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/9136363251681177083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/04/short-trip-to-bukit-merah-and-taiping_19.html' title='Short Trip To Bukit Merah And Taiping'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8xTc4VoeXI/AAAAAAAAC7U/YlLFxrigQOQ/s72-c/group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-1056228455986723199</id><published>2010-04-13T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:09:34.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top of the world'/><title type='text'>New Cubes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8RB6E2tgvI/AAAAAAAAC5A/oReBFzPxDHg/s1600/DSC_0998.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8RB6E2tgvI/AAAAAAAAC5A/oReBFzPxDHg/s320/DSC_0998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Guess??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It's our new phones! Ours, as in Guat Shan and mine :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-1056228455986723199?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1056228455986723199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=1056228455986723199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1056228455986723199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1056228455986723199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-cubes.html' title='New Cubes!'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8RB6E2tgvI/AAAAAAAAC5A/oReBFzPxDHg/s72-c/DSC_0998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-5093164475870801323</id><published>2010-04-13T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:20:21.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons on life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Life Is Beautiful, Live It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Just when I felt life is totally bullying me, I received motivation and insipration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I went to uni early this morning to settle some stuff and some things went wrong somewhere and when small parts of problems come together at once, call me weak or impatient or whatever, but I felt it suck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8Ps_TPC7BI/AAAAAAAAC4o/2O-vm7A1inY/s1600/DSC_0995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8Ps_TPC7BI/AAAAAAAAC4o/2O-vm7A1inY/s320/DSC_0995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;When I reached home, Prince sms-ed me informing me that he's expecting a parcel today and asked me to sign for him when it arrives. Not long after that, the postman came but not with a PosLaju parcel but it a normal A4 sized enveloped and it is addressed to 'Eliza Loo'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I carefully opened the envelope to reveal a letter with a poster that totally cheer up my current situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8PtpXdA3UI/AAAAAAAAC4w/5ZcEF-ostHA/s1600/DSC_0992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8PtpXdA3UI/AAAAAAAAC4w/5ZcEF-ostHA/s320/DSC_0992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Whatever comes to you in life, just accept it, and you'll see happiness in almost everything."&lt;/i&gt; -Yang, April 8, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8PuRv_YBsI/AAAAAAAAC44/9zZnbhIjQf8/s1600/DSC_0993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8PuRv_YBsI/AAAAAAAAC44/9zZnbhIjQf8/s320/DSC_0993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;As if he knew I was down and all, he cheered me up. Thanks so much, Y! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;From this, I learnt that it might not be your main intention but words spoken or action taken at a particular moment might mean an entirely different thing to another person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-5093164475870801323?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/5093164475870801323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=5093164475870801323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/5093164475870801323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/5093164475870801323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is-beautiful-live-it.html' title='Life Is Beautiful, Live It.'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S8Ps_TPC7BI/AAAAAAAAC4o/2O-vm7A1inY/s72-c/DSC_0995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-8169916459405861731</id><published>2010-04-01T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:43:19.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awful'/><title type='text'>Another Saman?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I&lt;i&gt; kena Toto&lt;/i&gt; again. This time, second prize, RM 100.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S7RxKeLI0bI/AAAAAAAAC4A/oM2vI2r5Sxk/s1600/lkjoj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S7RxKeLI0bI/AAAAAAAAC4A/oM2vI2r5Sxk/s320/lkjoj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My money!! TT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this summon, I &lt;i&gt;'tidak mematuhi isyarat (papantanda trafik) lalulintas.'&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Location : Jalan Kolej, which is along KTAR or Loong Fong Kok area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Date and Time : 9.03.2010, 11.50 a.m., which fell on a Tuesday on week 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S7RxISopOMI/AAAAAAAAC34/trSoqbvStoU/s1600/fxxxxxx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S7RxISopOMI/AAAAAAAAC34/trSoqbvStoU/s320/fxxxxxx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;On a typical Tuesday, I would wait for Guat Shan's class to end at 10 a.m. then we would go for our brunch before I attend my lab at 12.30 p.m.. I remember once I illegally parked (not only me, but everyone else did) and then the police came but I successfully shifted my car on time! And I checked, that incident was not on week 8. It was before the 5th of March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Papantanda trafik &lt;/i&gt;means road sign, correct? So, are there any road signs near that area? Like maybe no entry or one way street etc.?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;People in Kampar, or people who are familiar with Kampar, help me to brainstorm, please? &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;This is not the best April Fool's joke. Ever. &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/4702984784343969750-8169916459405861731?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8169916459405861731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=8169916459405861731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8169916459405861731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8169916459405861731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-saman.html' title='Another Saman?!'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S7RxKeLI0bI/AAAAAAAAC4A/oM2vI2r5Sxk/s72-c/lkjoj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-6114462999945935569</id><published>2010-03-25T10:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:28:48.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>Just Another Short Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I'm once again, injured from badminton, on the same knee. Only this time, I hurt my ankle too. No, I did not dislocate or sprained my ankle. Just that an old injury &lt;i&gt;'reemerged'&lt;/i&gt; (is this even the correct word to use?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S6rE-ATVHJI/AAAAAAAAC3g/gYlsDVj-BPo/s1600/P3252412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S6rE-ATVHJI/AAAAAAAAC3g/gYlsDVj-BPo/s320/P3252412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I've sprained my ankle pretty badly when I was 12 and I regret that I did not tend it properly that time. Now, whenever I strain my ankle a little too much, it'll hurt :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S6rFav7J9LI/AAAAAAAAC3o/TX28DIzmr3Y/s1600/P3252414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S6rFav7J9LI/AAAAAAAAC3o/TX28DIzmr3Y/s320/P3252414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have to wear this now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Anyway, for this week and coming week, there'll be no badminton sessions. This week, my &lt;i&gt;kakis'&lt;/i&gt; all went back to their hometowns for &lt;i&gt;cheng meng&lt;/i&gt; and next week, I'll be retuning home as well. So, badminton with Guat Shan and I, anyone? ^^(P/s: We do not have rackets.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It's already week 10 now, another like one month to my finals. Time really flies. I once read an article on Yahoo! that our Earth is actually rotating faster that its usual speed due to all the phenomena (earthquakes) occurred lately. I want to blame it on the planet for our shorter days and nights (rather than blaming myself for not utilizing my time properly. LOL.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S6rIqZ3-COI/AAAAAAAAC3w/4sVv5-RjsMY/s1600/P3052271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S6rIqZ3-COI/AAAAAAAAC3w/4sVv5-RjsMY/s320/P3052271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;For continuous weeks, I've been sitting for tests. Perhaps week 10, well, in a way it marks where my busy period ends. Don't get me wrong, I still have one test and 3 labs tests coming in the following weeks and of course, reports and assignment as well. This week itself, in 2 days, I'll be sitting for 2 papers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Oh well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;P/s : I'm currently so addicted to several songs, one of which I recommend, Glee's Don't Stop Believing. If you're interested to understand the song further into the lyrics, try the version by Sam Tsui :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-6114462999945935569?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6114462999945935569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=6114462999945935569' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6114462999945935569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6114462999945935569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-another-short-update.html' title='Just Another Short Update'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S6rE-ATVHJI/AAAAAAAAC3g/gYlsDVj-BPo/s72-c/P3252412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-1919805750093640322</id><published>2010-03-16T13:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:48:35.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><title type='text'>Heart Badminton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Lately I'm so addicted to badminton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SNS00Z0I/AAAAAAAAC1o/5kJCa6LK2RY/s1600-h/DSC_0834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SNS00Z0I/AAAAAAAAC1o/5kJCa6LK2RY/s320/DSC_0834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SV5TqvyI/AAAAAAAAC14/Wcey1s5JTK4/s1600-h/DSC_0850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SV5TqvyI/AAAAAAAAC14/Wcey1s5JTK4/s320/DSC_0850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It started with 2 weeks ago when Orange asked if we (Guat Shan and I) wanted to join them for a game of badminton in Kampar Girl's School court. So, yeah, why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SR7zITDI/AAAAAAAAC1w/zdhfNlqN6is/s1600-h/DSC_0847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SR7zITDI/AAAAAAAAC1w/zdhfNlqN6is/s320/DSC_0847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1268715588942"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1268715588943"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58ZQSXvqxI/AAAAAAAAC3I/RVMLUW3gPC0/s1600-h/DSC_0871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58ZQSXvqxI/AAAAAAAAC3I/RVMLUW3gPC0/s320/DSC_0871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;But actually, playing badminton was planned way before that. Guat Shan (having played with her classmates before few sems back) kept asking J to book court and well, he finally did 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58Sgf909HI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/SBwqJjia8ZM/s1600-h/DSC_0872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58Sgf909HI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/SBwqJjia8ZM/s320/DSC_0872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58ZTibqOmI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/u8bmifuZFng/s1600-h/DSC_0873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58ZTibqOmI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/u8bmifuZFng/s320/DSC_0873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58aw2qLkAI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/4_bcqrM3A7c/s1600-h/DSC_0856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58aw2qLkAI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/4_bcqrM3A7c/s320/DSC_0856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm into sports and stuff and it was what seems like 4 years(?) since I last played properly. Having to play again, although a different sport, was really fun and exciting and refreshing to me. Perhaps because I like to jump and run around. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SmdC3yEI/AAAAAAAAC2g/KBYTZ7iiGgA/s1600-h/DSC_0887.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SmdC3yEI/AAAAAAAAC2g/KBYTZ7iiGgA/s320/DSC_0887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SZg8Au9I/AAAAAAAAC2A/lgzqRBa6aj0/s1600-h/DSC_0858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SZg8Au9I/AAAAAAAAC2A/lgzqRBa6aj0/s320/DSC_0858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanna get a racket!! &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Just 2 days ago, I went again for another 2 hours session. Well, if possible, I would like to play every week XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SttBjtbI/AAAAAAAAC2w/r_2T9hXsaDc/s1600-h/DSC_0894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SttBjtbI/AAAAAAAAC2w/r_2T9hXsaDc/s320/DSC_0894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SqEXiCSI/AAAAAAAAC2o/Wz9e5zqeQvk/s1600-h/DSC_0893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SqEXiCSI/AAAAAAAAC2o/Wz9e5zqeQvk/s320/DSC_0893.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;As an effect from this, I'm getting new bruises every week &lt;b&gt;on the same spot!&lt;/b&gt; Geez ==" Of course, since I'm right-handed, my right arm is building muscle and heck, I know it's ugly. I can actually feel it when my right sleeve is tighter than my left &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Guess I'll have to start playing with my left hand? Yea, then I'll have big arms and double the ugliness. Ish!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SzRiOAzI/AAAAAAAAC3A/c5loyOyCHKM/s1600-h/DSC_0924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SzRiOAzI/AAAAAAAAC3A/c5loyOyCHKM/s320/DSC_0924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SxwcLGrI/AAAAAAAAC24/XW7vuRejTGU/s1600-h/DSC_0899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SxwcLGrI/AAAAAAAAC24/XW7vuRejTGU/s320/DSC_0899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;The courts are cheap, I would say. Only RM3 per hour. Problem is, many Kampar-ians love badminton and the courts are often fully booked. Should I book a court for this weekend? And who knows maybe one day I'll get my hands back on basketball XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-1919805750093640322?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1919805750093640322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=1919805750093640322' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1919805750093640322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1919805750093640322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/03/heart-badminton.html' title='Heart Badminton'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S58SNS00Z0I/AAAAAAAAC1o/5kJCa6LK2RY/s72-c/DSC_0834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-3325151558758909664</id><published>2010-03-07T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:03:34.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><title type='text'>Honesty Is The Best Policy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Last night, we (the 8 of us) went for a movie. We watched 'Hot Summer Days', a good movie I would say. But no, this is not the point. After the movie, when I was about to exit the theater hall, Sardin asked me to wait for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Apparently, an old man who sat next to him accidentally dropped his wallet on his seat and went off not knowing he dropped it. We were somehow torn on what we were supposed to do. Do we...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;a) "Put the wallet back la.." (Sardin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;b) "Wait here a while la.. maybe he (the owner) will come back search for it leh?" (Ah Kang)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;c) *took out the IC and driver's license from the wallet* "We go out search for this man!" (Orange)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;d) "Or wanna pass to police?" (Eric)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;e) "Give charity la.. We help the man to do charity." (Guat Shan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;f) "Open the wallet, see inside got how much.. A lot ah? We take money, wallet put back here &amp;gt;D" (Me.. obviously just kidding.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;If you were in this situation, what would you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;So, in the end, we went on with Orange's plan. We split into 2 groups, one group went around looking for the owner by tracing people's faces using the IC and the other group stay near the cinema, also tracing people's faces using the license. After what seems like maybe 30-45 minutes, we still couldn't find this man. Therefore, we almost...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;1) Pass to the police.. but Prince said, "Also no use wan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;2) Pass to the cinema counter.. but Guat Shan said, "I think they will just take the money though."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;3) Go to this man's house.. but the address seems weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;In the end, Sito's sharp eye spotted a man as described by Sardin. And alas, we found the uncle and passed the wallet back to him. He was kind enough to want to give us RM50 to 'yum cha' but hey.. we're a group of extremely kind and honest student. We were not expecting anything in return so, we thank the uncle and said it was not necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S5NAQo_XRUI/AAAAAAAAC1g/_KXXSb3RYa0/s1600-h/P3072300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S5NAQo_XRUI/AAAAAAAAC1g/_KXXSb3RYa0/s320/P3072300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There! The group of honest students! XD &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Well, although what I describe may seem typical and troublesome but hey, I think it was kind of fun in a way and at least we did something that made a person happy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-3325151558758909664?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3325151558758909664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=3325151558758909664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/3325151558758909664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/3325151558758909664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/03/honesty-is-best-policy.html' title='Honesty Is The Best Policy!'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S5NAQo_XRUI/AAAAAAAAC1g/_KXXSb3RYa0/s72-c/P3072300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-8782442400031454710</id><published>2010-02-24T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:50:22.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons on life'/><title type='text'>Not The Luckiest Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Since this morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It was damn freaking hot at night and I could not sleep very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I did a stupid mistake in my Molecular Biology test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;When I tried to snap a group photo for my Moral assignment report, my camera battery died on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My bottle cap broke and water spilled on me. Twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;After class, my car couldn't start. The battery was dead thanks to me, forgetting to off the lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;With Jo's help, we tried to jump-start my car but failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It was hot as hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Went to old town in Jo's car to get help from mechanic only to be told the foreman was out in Jeram (about 15 minutes drive back to Kampar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Waited in a drink stall for what seems like an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Went back to UTAR with the mechanic to fix my car, done in less than 5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;My friend called and my phone battery died on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Came back home, hoping I could rest for an hour and a half before returning to uni but Prince told me the dean wanted to meet us and I was left with no time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Dad called and started questioning me about the new and old batteries when I was so inexperience about all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When I was trying to post a new status in Facebook, a security check appeared. Even a website was trying to bully me?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;As a result from this series of misfortune, I...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Got sun burnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Broke a nail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Allergy reaction got worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Spent RM 180.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;And it's only half a day now. Great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;To all who helped, physically, emotionally and mentally, &lt;b&gt;Thanks a Mil!&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/4702984784343969750-8782442400031454710?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8782442400031454710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=8782442400031454710' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8782442400031454710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/8782442400031454710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-luckiest-day.html' title='Not The Luckiest Day'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-2278231252672727868</id><published>2010-02-18T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T13:42:49.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top of the world'/><title type='text'>Nikcy From My Bro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;On my brother's visit last August, he bought me 2 Manchester United jerseys- home and away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S3zPJXhgYAI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/wKzr3U-P2qc/s1600-h/P8160358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S3zPJXhgYAI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/wKzr3U-P2qc/s320/P8160358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I still love them &amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, during his visit he bought me something &lt;b&gt;MORE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S3zOIblIPiI/AAAAAAAAC1I/p0DKdVuDXZw/s1600-h/DSC_0213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S3zOIblIPiI/AAAAAAAAC1I/p0DKdVuDXZw/s320/DSC_0213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Introducing my new Nikon D3000 a.k.a Nikcy~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S3zNDPat32I/AAAAAAAAC04/g4RPaF3xh5k/s1600-h/DSC_0167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S3zNDPat32I/AAAAAAAAC04/g4RPaF3xh5k/s320/DSC_0167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S3zNqbDh_HI/AAAAAAAAC1A/4WvjCFvlB_U/s1600-h/DSC_0199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S3zNqbDh_HI/AAAAAAAAC1A/4WvjCFvlB_U/s320/DSC_0199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The typical pose when you have an SLR =="&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;More updates to come soon! &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Short update because I'm &lt;strike&gt;still toying with Nikcy&lt;/strike&gt; too bored doing Moral assignment ==&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;P/s : Don't you think even the pictures look different? :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/4702984784343969750-2278231252672727868?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2278231252672727868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=2278231252672727868' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/2278231252672727868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/2278231252672727868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/02/nikcy-from-my-bro.html' title='Nikcy From My Bro'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S3zPJXhgYAI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/wKzr3U-P2qc/s72-c/P8160358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-9169207340018387225</id><published>2010-02-13T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:07:25.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>Happy CNY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Reasons to like Chinese New Year :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;1. Ang paoSss!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;2. Bak Kua :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;3. Mandarin oranges &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;4. Pineapple tarts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;5. Fire crackers &amp;amp; fire works&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;6. Family reunion &amp;amp; family gathering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;7. New clothes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;8. CNY movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;9. Gambling!! (how could I forget?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;10. Feeling Chinese *proud*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Reasons &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; to like Chinese New Year :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;1. House cleaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;2. Assignments and reports (when everyone else is enjoying)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;3. Test right after break (which leaves an option for either bad result or studying during CNY or struggle like hell when break ends. Which?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Getting into study mood once break ends (It's difficult!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;5. Getting fat :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Luckily, there are more the reasons to like than to dislike. Guess I'll enjoy first XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY YEAR OF THE TIGER, EVERYONE!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And Gong Xi Valentine XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&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/4702984784343969750-9169207340018387225?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/9169207340018387225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=9169207340018387225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/9169207340018387225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/9169207340018387225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY!'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-6308383152971194034</id><published>2010-02-03T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:01:52.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>The Return Of The Cicada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8mBGhQa03Z8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8mBGhQa03Z8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I apologize for the low quality video but hope you laughed as much as I did. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-6308383152971194034?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6308383152971194034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=6308383152971194034' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6308383152971194034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6308383152971194034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/02/return-of-cicada.html' title='The Return Of The Cicada'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-2578623500540826207</id><published>2010-01-29T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:59:14.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting new people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>12 Hours ManjungTrip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;A week ago, on the 23rd which fell on a Saturday, Guat Shan, Sito and I went for a 12-hours trip together with the EE group guys to Manjung!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;This was actually so-called planned long time ago since sem break. Guat Shan told me about go-cart in Sitiawan and I was very eager to try it out, which led us to this plan. We mentioned that we would visit Sitiawan during sem break but since there was nothing much there (according to the &lt;a href="http://shiyau.blogspot.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;fish&lt;/a&gt;), we went for just a one-day trip on week 1, since we were all &lt;i&gt;still free&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JFhDw9qOI/AAAAAAAACzw/vne_--W7zAQ/s1600-h/P1232097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JFhDw9qOI/AAAAAAAACzw/vne_--W7zAQ/s320/P1232097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;So, after my replacement class on Saturday, I came back home to rest for an hour or so before the 3 cars drove down to Sitiawan at 3.30 p.m.. Well, I wouldn't say we went to visit Sitiawan because we actually went a couple of places so it would be more accurate to say we went to Manjung :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;The first destination after Sardin's house was Teluk Batik, the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2I_sgF_iYI/AAAAAAAACxQ/wcmOOgrmHBs/s1600-h/IMG_6090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2I_sgF_iYI/AAAAAAAACxQ/wcmOOgrmHBs/s320/IMG_6090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JAkIykQpI/AAAAAAAACyA/mUyIh6MYe2E/s1600-h/P1232052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JAkIykQpI/AAAAAAAACyA/mUyIh6MYe2E/s320/P1232052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JAtfntgqI/AAAAAAAACyI/jdjAJfn3gkY/s1600-h/P1232054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JAtfntgqI/AAAAAAAACyI/jdjAJfn3gkY/s320/P1232054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2I-4LVkL8I/AAAAAAAACww/2YD-Nd2iCYY/s1600-h/IMG_0227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2I-4LVkL8I/AAAAAAAACww/2YD-Nd2iCYY/s320/IMG_0227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teluk Batik park, just adjacent to the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2I_7LRboEI/AAAAAAAACxg/kmfzSbQ52C8/s1600-h/IMG_6110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2I_7LRboEI/AAAAAAAACxg/kmfzSbQ52C8/s320/IMG_6110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JA3iPSBpI/AAAAAAAACyQ/NZqp_VffJJg/s1600-h/P1232068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JA3iPSBpI/AAAAAAAACyQ/NZqp_VffJJg/s320/P1232068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JBGIsq2xI/AAAAAAAACyY/z77vgVCxAec/s1600-h/P1232072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JBGIsq2xI/AAAAAAAACyY/z77vgVCxAec/s320/P1232072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JCZhgtZBI/AAAAAAAACyo/dkfpR9EvfuE/s1600-h/P1232076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JCZhgtZBI/AAAAAAAACyo/dkfpR9EvfuE/s320/P1232076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Then we went for dinner in this place with lots of hawker stalls. I love hawker center! I had &lt;i&gt;popiah&lt;/i&gt; but well, the best popiah award still belongs to &lt;i&gt;Tong Ku Teng &lt;/i&gt;(Mushroom Center), Ipoh. After dinner, and since it was still too early to go for go-cart and since Eric wanted to get a few pieces of clothings, we stopped by at the biggest shopping centre in Manjung, The Store. Well, actually Giant hypermarket is the largest but hey, shopping for clothes in Giant? *swt*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JDacBitUI/AAAAAAAACzY/QYPtTIqqTz4/s1600-h/P1232102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JDacBitUI/AAAAAAAACzY/QYPtTIqqTz4/s320/P1232102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JDuweTwJI/AAAAAAAACzo/gEnJriEpfOE/s1600-h/P1242167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JDuweTwJI/AAAAAAAACzo/gEnJriEpfOE/s320/P1242167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Turn out, the guys did not get anything but each girl got something for themselves. I got that two triangular boxes for only RM2.40 each! Then at about 9.30 p.m., we went for go-carting, the main objective for visiting Manjung in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2Je2RThu_I/AAAAAAAAC0A/KSUbzGvIs-k/s1600-h/P1232109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2Je2RThu_I/AAAAAAAAC0A/KSUbzGvIs-k/s320/P1232109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JaOg1JzzI/AAAAAAAACz4/iCKUQLDMWhk/s1600-h/IMG_6134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JaOg1JzzI/AAAAAAAACz4/iCKUQLDMWhk/s320/IMG_6134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JfkiTkrxI/AAAAAAAAC0I/UcwEIQymJIE/s1600-h/IMG_6192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JfkiTkrxI/AAAAAAAAC0I/UcwEIQymJIE/s320/IMG_6192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2I_d_dca1I/AAAAAAAACxA/vg4yymOZh7k/s1600-h/IMG_0276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2I_d_dca1I/AAAAAAAACxA/vg4yymOZh7k/s320/IMG_0276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;After a round of 7 laps (which cost RM 10) and an hour later, we headed down to Lumut- Esplanade Wing. Main reason is to have &lt;i&gt;ais kacang&lt;/i&gt; which only cost RM 2.00!! &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Psst! I finished first place. Nyahahaha!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2I_xK3EpKI/AAAAAAAACxY/eaOZ1I_TewU/s1600-h/IMG_0370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2I_xK3EpKI/AAAAAAAACxY/eaOZ1I_TewU/s320/IMG_0370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2I_kA9PTFI/AAAAAAAACxI/vNEu67-9oGk/s1600-h/IMG_0355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2I_kA9PTFI/AAAAAAAACxI/vNEu67-9oGk/s320/IMG_0355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JASRSUGyI/AAAAAAAACxw/E6v5kKes020/s1600-h/IMG_6233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JASRSUGyI/AAAAAAAACxw/E6v5kKes020/s320/IMG_6233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JCvMVrdSI/AAAAAAAACy4/jfFVl5tc3xw/s1600-h/P1232133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JCvMVrdSI/AAAAAAAACy4/jfFVl5tc3xw/s320/P1232133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JC6O6PqoI/AAAAAAAACzA/ma2tD2K5Uk0/s1600-h/P1232137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JC6O6PqoI/AAAAAAAACzA/ma2tD2K5Uk0/s320/P1232137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;And finally, maybe it's a part of their tradition to go McDonald's so we went to McD for supper and to watch how Manchester United won 4-0 against Hull City :D We also played 2 rounds of scissors-paper-stone where the losers need to finish a sauce plate of chili sauce. But of course, for the case of Sito, Jing Wei and I, it's tomato sauce. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JDPSX_5XI/AAAAAAAACzQ/bMS5r9iLMgA/s1600-h/IMG_6241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JDPSX_5XI/AAAAAAAACzQ/bMS5r9iLMgA/s320/IMG_6241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JDlMl8LGI/AAAAAAAACzg/4qHycuGE-_k/s1600-h/P1242163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JDlMl8LGI/AAAAAAAACzg/4qHycuGE-_k/s320/P1242163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Then finally we went back to Kampar and reached home at about 3.30 a.m.. A complete 12 hours trip. It was really fun, very memorable and absolutely unforgettable. I enjoyed myself and I'm sure the others did too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Photographers of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JAJ8Kwv6I/AAAAAAAACxo/1OCvlZ7xTxo/s1600-h/IMG_6126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JAJ8Kwv6I/AAAAAAAACxo/1OCvlZ7xTxo/s320/IMG_6126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ms. Loo for Olympus camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JkMpgH7GI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/MLw5hv2ASCc/s1600-h/P1232014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JkMpgH7GI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/MLw5hv2ASCc/s320/P1232014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mr. Beh promoting for Canon compact camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JCjlDTKqI/AAAAAAAACyw/WiuAW4RgDuY/s1600-h/P1232091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JCjlDTKqI/AAAAAAAACyw/WiuAW4RgDuY/s320/P1232091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;And Ms. Sito for Canon SLR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Some group photos as a closing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2I_WfdzjPI/AAAAAAAACw4/H6d3VvNm1IA/s1600-h/IMG_0257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2I_WfdzjPI/AAAAAAAACw4/H6d3VvNm1IA/s320/IMG_0257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JlABlgq8I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/bfPZ2M7Qjck/s1600-h/P1232073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JlABlgq8I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/bfPZ2M7Qjck/s320/P1232073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JlLTSl-fI/AAAAAAAAC0g/n-g8NTpTgb8/s1600-h/IMG_0329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JlLTSl-fI/AAAAAAAAC0g/n-g8NTpTgb8/s320/IMG_0329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Looking forward for more trips to come! ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-2578623500540826207?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2578623500540826207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=2578623500540826207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/2578623500540826207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/2578623500540826207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/01/12-hours-manjungtrip.html' title='12 Hours ManjungTrip'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S2JFhDw9qOI/AAAAAAAACzw/vne_--W7zAQ/s72-c/P1232097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-4694218389720835049</id><published>2010-01-21T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:50:50.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top of the world'/><title type='text'>Lucky 9090, 3777 and 3887 but Unlucky 362</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMG!!! I GOT CAR PARKING STICKER FOR UTAR!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;blink&gt; &lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;*extremely happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I've registered 4 cars to increase my chances of getting a sticker and guess what? I'm so lucky! 3 out of the 4 I registered got the parking spaces. Okay, maybe I shouldn't say I'm lucky since the 3 that I got were not registered under my name. Guat Shan, Sito and Prince are lucky. Lol. But hey, that does not change the fact that I can drive to uni! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;So you may think I'm selfish, ignorance or whatever negative stuff but.. all I can say is this is a &lt;i&gt;'battle for surviving'&lt;/i&gt;? I do not want to walk from outside UTAR to for God's sake Block I! After all, I don't think I'm the only one doing this and honestly, I don't feel anything wrong with it. And for those who did not get, don't worry there'll be a second balloting since there'll be extra parking spaces for those cars that did not register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;P/s : I'm thankful I have many cars at home :D Thanks mummy and daddy (for representing Kancil), deeko (although no permission but thanks for leaving Aveo at home so I can register it under Guat Shan's name), Elishia (for your lousy Kembara. I'll be using this car though I don't like it, I'll &lt;b&gt;TRY&lt;/b&gt; to take care of it. Kembara will belong to Prince for 3 months now.) and Kayah! (for my ever beloved Waja which wasn't chosen. This car needs a rest.) :D&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/4702984784343969750-4694218389720835049?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4694218389720835049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=4694218389720835049' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/4694218389720835049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/4694218389720835049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/01/lucky-9090-3777-and-3887-but-unlucky.html' title='Lucky 9090, 3777 and 3887 but Unlucky 362'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-6767358194603991700</id><published>2010-01-14T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:53:18.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><title type='text'>Black + Purple = Maroon-ish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Returning to the hair saga (see &lt;a href="http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2008/04/hairstyles.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2009/02/broken-disulfide-bridges.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;. Lol.), on new year's eve, I made another episode for this series. It's called, "The Exit of the Black."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Ok cut that. On new year's eve, I dyed my hair. If you've read the post on me rebonding my hair (part 2), you would have know that it took some effort to convince my mom to allow me to straighten my hair, while my dad said, "You can do anything to your hair but cannot dye it.". So, yes, it took me a few days of convincing my dad until I was finally allowed to dye my hair. But wait, with the condition that he needs to approve the colour. In other words, my hair still need to appear black ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S08ObV3XvxI/AAAAAAAACvY/StdKG4vcwW0/s1600-h/PB211035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S08ObV3XvxI/AAAAAAAACvY/StdKG4vcwW0/s320/PB211035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;My natural hair colour.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;How did I come to the desire to dye hair? Truth be told, I actually kind of like my natural hair colour- black with little tints of brown. On the 28th of December 2009, Shiau Ping came over to my place and asked my sister's help to dye her hair. While she was dyeing her and I was talking to her, Ah Wei messaged me. She said she's dyeing her hair as well. This got Guat Shan and I excited. Then Guat Shan said, "If Ah Wei really dyeing, I will also.". Another reason might be because it's like everyone is dyeing their hair, so I want too! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S08P_Xv9z8I/AAAAAAAACv4/5vPka6CBax0/s1600-h/PC311814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S08P_Xv9z8I/AAAAAAAACv4/5vPka6CBax0/s320/PC311814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before dyeing my hair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Next day, Guat Shan dyed her hair and on that very night itself, I gain the permission to dye my hair! Of course, my dad looked through Guat Shan's hair colour before allowing me to dye mine (because Guat Shan and I planned to dye the same colour). We chose purple :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S08O9T7T5wI/AAAAAAAACvg/nPSKd6zLR3w/s1600-h/PC311819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S08O9T7T5wI/AAAAAAAACvg/nPSKd6zLR3w/s320/PC311819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The mixture after oxidized. Looks like strawberry yogurt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Two days after that, I waited for my sister to get back from college and have my hair coloured. Not really dye, more like highlighting. Or it was supposed to be highlight because I don't want my head to look like a mass of purple thing but somehow it turned to be like dyed ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S08PtpRvvsI/AAAAAAAACvw/jipDw-u7_vw/s1600-h/PC311820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S08PtpRvvsI/AAAAAAAACvw/jipDw-u7_vw/s320/PC311820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;While dyeing my hair.. Macam ada style la clip here clip there all but result like normal je.. ==&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I wanted the tips to be coloured but the top remained black with a few strands here and there coloured. But I guess my request is 'high-skilled' for my unprofessional sister to follow. So it turned to be like what I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S08QQBCF8kI/AAAAAAAACwA/4knVmAfpHP4/s1600-h/P1141995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S08QQBCF8kI/AAAAAAAACwA/4knVmAfpHP4/s320/P1141995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The tips are all coloured but not obvious&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I wouldn't say I dislike how it turned out to be though. It's still black in a way but appeared to be colored under the sunlight. Kind of like a mysterious feeling, a bad girl thing, as how Guat Shan put it ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S08N7TGLg1I/AAAAAAAACvQ/RKLbtNv4Y6A/s1600-h/P1142004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S08N7TGLg1I/AAAAAAAACvQ/RKLbtNv4Y6A/s320/P1142004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hmmm... can you see the black part?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;The colour is fading everytime I wash my hair. I'm just worried it might fade to a certain weird shade of colour.&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/4702984784343969750-6767358194603991700?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6767358194603991700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=6767358194603991700' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6767358194603991700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6767358194603991700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/01/returning-to-hair-saga-see-part-1-and.html' title='Black + Purple = Maroon-ish'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S08ObV3XvxI/AAAAAAAACvY/StdKG4vcwW0/s72-c/PB211035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-1308136252423099315</id><published>2010-01-09T13:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:25:20.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Random Discoveries In Hatyai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I just came back from Hatyai, Thailand last night. It wasn't the first time I been there but I made some discoveries that I wonder how come I did not the previous times I went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gIRHsJciI/AAAAAAAACtg/I1jqIvLQxfA/s1600-h/P1082058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gIRHsJciI/AAAAAAAACtg/I1jqIvLQxfA/s320/P1082058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like the 'story' behind this piece.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gIj9NIA7I/AAAAAAAACto/2x2Mw-wi3vQ/s1600-h/P1082063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gIj9NIA7I/AAAAAAAACto/2x2Mw-wi3vQ/s320/P1082063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not in Thailand.. Took this on one of the highways.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;1) Every girl, yes EVERY, applies cosmetics there. And no, it's not just a plain thin layer of powder with some shades here and there and light lipstick. Instead, the cosmetics I mean involves thick foundation, excessive blusher, eyeliner, mascara, eye&amp;nbsp; shadow, fake lashes, lipstick, lip gloss and.. what else did I miss? Well, just everything one can apply on the face. What's more? Not just growing-up girls or young adults put on make-up but this is applicable females of every age group. 25-years-old road side hawker stall chicken rice seller, 10-years-old primary school kid, 60-years-old fruit seller aunty, to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;2) Out of 10 people, only 2 of them wear spectacles. One of the two is a tourist and the other one is a man. I see no girls, seriously NONE of the girls wear spectacles. Why? I thought wearing specs look&amp;nbsp; nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gL8i6CHRI/AAAAAAAACtw/txB5NMCeynw/s1600-h/HPIM0322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gL8i6CHRI/AAAAAAAACtw/txB5NMCeynw/s320/HPIM0322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Old school picture. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;3) Look around you'll see a few dogs wondering around. What so special? Well, the dogs you see on street side are not plain stray dogs but those beautiful breeds- poodles and those you know, fur balls kind of dogs. But of course, there are a few stray dogs as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gSgm1M5YI/AAAAAAAACuA/-4apA6wRzBg/s1600-h/P1061933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gSgm1M5YI/AAAAAAAACuA/-4apA6wRzBg/s320/P1061933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Extreme cute-ness!! &amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Bought several stuffs there, mainly clothes- 2 pairs of trousers, 5 pieces of tops, 3 pairs of shoes, 5 pairs of earrings, 2 bottles of Listerine... Yea. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gHTZIIzmI/AAAAAAAACtI/9Q3OwNpLt2g/s1600-h/P1071994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gHTZIIzmI/AAAAAAAACtI/9Q3OwNpLt2g/s320/P1071994.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of the store I bought clothes from. Totally new to me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never thought of buying clothes from a porn shop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh! A must when you visit Hatyai, massage! Previously, I went for full body massage but this time, I went for foot massage. Twice! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gHC5vwa6I/AAAAAAAACtA/4grZf0Rv4TY/s1600-h/P1061937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gHC5vwa6I/AAAAAAAACtA/4grZf0Rv4TY/s320/P1061937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What was his name again? I forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;While I was in Hatyai, I have this very strong urge to get a tattoo. I don't know why but it's just there. I want to get one!! So, Gs, remember what you said! And Prince, remember what to do XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gMCrnUbmI/AAAAAAAACt4/eFPQR8KpKZg/s1600-h/P3201754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gMCrnUbmI/AAAAAAAACt4/eFPQR8KpKZg/s320/P3201754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fake punye la...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;And look at this plant I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gIAdkZ9VI/AAAAAAAACtY/rf1mrqXcwvg/s1600-h/P1082056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gIAdkZ9VI/AAAAAAAACtY/rf1mrqXcwvg/s320/P1082056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Look properly, there's no flower. The 'flowers' are actually red leaves. How special! Hmmm.. well, maybe some of you might notice this in other places, perhaps even your own home, but forgive me. This is the first time ever I saw this kind of plant == From this close up pic, it might be very obvious that they are leaves but when I see it as a whole, I wasn't very aware that the so-called flower was not exactly flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Oh yea, Ah Ken once told me about these oranges when we were on a trip in Sarawak. He said he wanted green oranges. They are extremely sweet. I did not manage to snap a pic that time but here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gHlCf2veI/AAAAAAAACtQ/wvfsyLofn8c/s1600-h/P1072037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gHlCf2veI/AAAAAAAACtQ/wvfsyLofn8c/s320/P1072037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Why are they call &lt;i&gt;orange &lt;/i&gt;when they are &lt;b&gt;green&lt;/b&gt; in colour? Should I start calling Orenar (Orange) Greenar (Green) instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;P/s : I was stopped by the immigration officers when entering back into Malaysia. They doubted me for being Malaysian.&lt;/span&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/4702984784343969750-1308136252423099315?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1308136252423099315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=1308136252423099315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1308136252423099315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/1308136252423099315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-discoveries-in-hatyai.html' title='Random Discoveries In Hatyai'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/S0gIRHsJciI/AAAAAAAACtg/I1jqIvLQxfA/s72-c/P1082058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-6783743930699353411</id><published>2010-01-01T11:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T11:19:40.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>Happy 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ffffff" height="143" name="glitters" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="best" src="http://www.divaglitter.com/glitter-text/show.swf?message=Happy%202010%21%21&amp;amp;font=http://www.divaglitter.com/glitter-text/fonts/plainn_lib14.swf&amp;amp;glitter=http://www.divaglitter.com/glitter-text/glitters/glitter63.swf&amp;amp;&amp;amp;bevel=1&amp;amp;shadow=1&amp;amp;glow=1&amp;amp;blur=0&amp;amp;fade=0&amp;amp;blink=0&amp;amp;gb=2&amp;amp;ga=0.6&amp;amp;gi=0&amp;amp;gc=15515744&amp;amp;bb=2&amp;amp;bc=0&amp;amp;sb=7&amp;amp;sa=0.7&amp;amp;si=0&amp;amp;sc=0&amp;amp;blb=7&amp;amp;ls=0&amp;amp;fontsize=72&amp;amp;num=63" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Well, I did not went for countdown or anything but I counted down with my nieces at home with a few cans of &lt;i&gt;cincau&lt;/i&gt; drink. And from where we stood, we were able to watch fireworks colour the black sky from almost all angles. It's very simple, probably something some might even not consider as counting down or celebrating new year but hey, guess what? I toasted a can of beer with my dad! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Happy New Year, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702984784343969750-6783743930699353411?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6783743930699353411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=6783743930699353411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6783743930699353411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6783743930699353411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html' title='Happy 2010!'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-6844604780220631003</id><published>2009-12-29T21:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:29:49.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Christmas In Penang</title><content type='html'>For Christmas this year I went Penang! Yea, I know. Like, "Penang again?", right? Well, can't deny the fact that I like Penang and that location doesn't really matter as long as there's friends, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn2G414JQI/AAAAAAAACro/Sb9fpP-vD5A/s1600-h/Image1373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn2G414JQI/AAAAAAAACro/Sb9fpP-vD5A/s320/Image1373.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;View from our apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn2peZzBeI/AAAAAAAACsA/Dy8zBZSFm9k/s1600-h/Image1443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn2peZzBeI/AAAAAAAACsA/Dy8zBZSFm9k/s320/Image1443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Night view of Penang Island...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the 13 of us (10 are from TD8), went on a 3 days 2 nights trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn1X9Ax09I/AAAAAAAACrI/yTHZD9Oxg4U/s1600-h/DSC02592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn1X9Ax09I/AAAAAAAACrI/yTHZD9Oxg4U/s400/DSC02592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another 2 are Bryan and Sardin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Sznwr3rJysI/AAAAAAAACpw/8Kze-OZu2O0/s1600-h/DSC02313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Sznwr3rJysI/AAAAAAAACpw/8Kze-OZu2O0/s320/DSC02313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lepak-ed at McDonalds while waiting for the agent to bring the keys to our apartment in Tanjung Bungah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Sznxdy5NhwI/AAAAAAAACqA/_kULE0SAG3M/s1600-h/DSC02391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Sznxdy5NhwI/AAAAAAAACqA/_kULE0SAG3M/s320/DSC02391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The machos!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn3bkaRdnI/AAAAAAAACsg/Q0MhD0sAyRU/s1600-h/PC261770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn3bkaRdnI/AAAAAAAACsg/Q0MhD0sAyRU/s320/PC261770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There! Finally all of us! But unprepared. Lol.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;For this trip, I spent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomodation : RM 47.70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn1isqAJfI/AAAAAAAACrQ/tLNe7ZI3ohA/s1600-h/Image1320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn1isqAJfI/AAAAAAAACrQ/tLNe7ZI3ohA/s320/Image1320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guat Shan and I checking out the guys room.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn2aK2HcnI/AAAAAAAACrw/cAkxrCVnKSI/s1600-h/Image1376.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn2aK2HcnI/AAAAAAAACrw/cAkxrCVnKSI/s320/Image1376.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pathway to our apartment. The apartment was lovely~ The view was breathtaking.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petrol : RM 40.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tol : RM 27.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment : RM 85.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn2kqoZrpI/AAAAAAAACr4/SFgx5WuCzaY/s1600-h/Image1425.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn2kqoZrpI/AAAAAAAACr4/SFgx5WuCzaY/s320/Image1425.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fish spa-ing in Queensbay Mall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food and Misc. : RM 30.00 (approximately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn1wDyXuJI/AAAAAAAACrY/kFYFkpVB8HE/s1600-h/Image1322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn1wDyXuJI/AAAAAAAACrY/kFYFkpVB8HE/s320/Image1322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dinner on 24th in an 80-stall hawker place.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn2xMXzs-I/AAAAAAAACsI/Jle_Rl2R_tA/s1600-h/Image1464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn2xMXzs-I/AAAAAAAACsI/Jle_Rl2R_tA/s320/Image1464.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Free lunch in Edwin's place. Thanks auntie! Thanks Edwin!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun and Memories : &lt;b&gt;Priceless&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/SznxGcyTcfI/AAAAAAAACp4/1_KlfCkL29Y/s1600-h/DSC02354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/SznxGcyTcfI/AAAAAAAACp4/1_KlfCkL29Y/s320/DSC02354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esplanade on Christmas eve.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Sznx5DEhsII/AAAAAAAACqI/euiG9AJgiS0/s1600-h/DSC02386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Sznx5DEhsII/AAAAAAAACqI/euiG9AJgiS0/s320/DSC02386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ekit and I (with Sardin popping up behind Ekit) on the sun clock.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn17kZ96DI/AAAAAAAACrg/xpOgGC1hYDY/s1600-h/Image1331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn17kZ96DI/AAAAAAAACrg/xpOgGC1hYDY/s320/Image1331.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo session in Esplanade. Enjoyed the salty breeze.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/SznyrZl0oAI/AAAAAAAACqY/rSNApJ3jJ3U/s1600-h/DSC02455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/SznyrZl0oAI/AAAAAAAACqY/rSNApJ3jJ3U/s320/DSC02455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beach on lower part of Batu Ferringhi. Were trying to fly?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Sznzg8wTuwI/AAAAAAAACqo/kEtTlVDsbMs/s1600-h/DSC02467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Sznzg8wTuwI/AAAAAAAACqo/kEtTlVDsbMs/s320/DSC02467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Walking towards the beach..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/SznzCqrS2mI/AAAAAAAACqg/44hKJuvlXc8/s1600-h/DSC02464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/SznzCqrS2mI/AAAAAAAACqg/44hKJuvlXc8/s320/DSC02464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spent like an hour or so on the Rasa Sayang beach.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn0DF0B6UI/AAAAAAAACqw/ujyyELOALg8/s1600-h/DSC02501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn0DF0B6UI/AAAAAAAACqw/ujyyELOALg8/s320/DSC02501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leaving our marks in Penang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn3NtVJwlI/AAAAAAAACsY/xY9GsytFd8E/s1600-h/PC251680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn3NtVJwlI/AAAAAAAACsY/xY9GsytFd8E/s320/PC251680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The 3 non TD8.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn2-bor1jI/AAAAAAAACsQ/6hzC5wBYduI/s1600-h/PC251634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn2-bor1jI/AAAAAAAACsQ/6hzC5wBYduI/s320/PC251634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SS-ing in Queensbay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy 2010, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/SznyVJ3gDkI/AAAAAAAACqQ/sxwvYF7PVKQ/s1600-h/DSC02449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/SznyVJ3gDkI/AAAAAAAACqQ/sxwvYF7PVKQ/s320/DSC02449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christmas deco along with Batman exhibition in Queensbay Mall. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn0fevhUrI/AAAAAAAACq4/qWScTvtfUfk/s1600-h/DSC02525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn0fevhUrI/AAAAAAAACq4/qWScTvtfUfk/s320/DSC02525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HoHoHo! Santa in Golden Sand Resort. They have a choir of Girls Guide coralling. How cute ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn09azhLNI/AAAAAAAACrA/EnQN6lntSgE/s1600-h/DSC02551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn09azhLNI/AAAAAAAACrA/EnQN6lntSgE/s320/DSC02551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We curi-curi masuk the restricted area in Gurney Plaza.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : The pictures here are more towards the random side since most photos are already uploaded in Facebook.&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/4702984784343969750-6844604780220631003?l=elizanatsuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6844604780220631003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702984784343969750&amp;postID=6844604780220631003' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6844604780220631003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702984784343969750/posts/default/6844604780220631003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizanatsuko.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-in-penang.html' title='Christmas In Penang'/><author><name>eliza natsuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00375547514472809983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/TSg3FudfmgI/AAAAAAAADTM/joWGWAyTQOo/S220/hh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Szn2G414JQI/AAAAAAAACro/Sb9fpP-vD5A/s72-c/Image1373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702984784343969750.post-438794688950702205</id><published>2009-12-18T15:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T16:22:50.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><title type='text'>Being Random And Spontaneous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; proceeding, made, or occurring without definite aim, reason, or pattern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spontaneous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; coming or resulting from a natural impulse or tendency; without effort or premeditation; natural and unconstrained; unplanned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;How about an example?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- "Let's go Kampar, weh." "Ok. On."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;That was exactly what happened on the 14th this month. At about 11 in the morning, while I was at work, Shiau Ping texted me asking if there's anything I want to pass to Sardin or anyone in Kampar. She told me she was leaving to Kampar on an 11.30 a.m. train with Edwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/SysrKGbQ10I/AAAAAAAACnI/MwA7WpfMxHE/s1600-h/DSC02080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/SysrKGbQ10I/AAAAAAAACnI/MwA7WpfMxHE/s320/DSC02080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At Tapah tol. Ah Wei sesat. wakaakka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Later that night, at about 12 midnight, Ah Wei, Bryan, Kok Loong, Ah Chau, Yong Hui and myself pop up in Ghany surprising our friends in Kampar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Sysro-fHJFI/AAAAAAAACnQ/0w5ntHt1YXQ/s1600-h/DSC02088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Sysro-fHJFI/AAAAAAAACnQ/0w5ntHt1YXQ/s320/DSC02088.JPG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh~ Ghany! Missed you so much! XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;It was just a random idea that came up and we spontaneously followed the idea. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Basically what we did in Kampar was &lt;i&gt;lepak-ing&lt;/i&gt; at the lake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/SyssLIfHHkI/AAAAAAAACnY/bpO2cnnEAao/s1600-h/DSC02134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/SyssLIfHHkI/AAAAAAAACnY/bpO2cnnEAao/s320/DSC02134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Syss2s2INHI/AAAAAAAACng/8K1_EI4IpoE/s1600-h/DSC02135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Syss2s2INHI/AAAAAAAACng/8K1_EI4IpoE/s320/DSC02135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/SystT5TLgRI/AAAAAAAACno/-TEb1sUgS4Q/s1600-h/DSC02153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/SystT5TLgRI/AAAAAAAACno/-TEb1sUgS4Q/s320/DSC02153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Systw9udkZI/AAAAAAAACnw/RGXzflG19R0/s1600-h/DSC02160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Systw9udkZI/AAAAAAAACnw/RGXzflG19R0/s320/DSC02160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Went to Jusco Kinta City for pool and bowling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Sysv0WVND6I/AAAAAAAACoY/KmX2RyC5cDY/s1600-h/PC151470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Sysv0WVND6I/AAAAAAAACoY/KmX2RyC5cDY/s320/PC151470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Sysvkgj1w8I/AAAAAAAACoQ/LEM4DCfwnq8/s1600-h/DSC02221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J98xTWtUp_4/Sysvkgj1w8I/AAAAAAAACoQ/LEM4DCfwnq8/s400/DSC02221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;And then we headed back to KL. Some might think it was a waste of time, some might think we're crazy. But when I think about it, how any times and how long more can I be so spontaneous? 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