<?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-2846584585901160682</id><updated>2012-01-20T16:11:13.935+10:30</updated><category term='out of boredom.'/><category term='sigh~'/><category term='getting home'/><category term='greetings'/><category term='self notes'/><category term='mirror of life'/><category term='trips'/><category term='on thinking caps'/><category term='working'/><category term='the orange'/><category term='blabbering around'/><title type='text'>the walking orange</title><subtitle type='html'>life, crap and thoughts of a living orange... compress into words and post to the word of humans.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-3310540698931401781</id><published>2011-10-23T23:56:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2011-10-24T00:37:07.077+10:30</updated><title type='text'>orange turns 23</title><content type='html'>its the day of the year again! 1023 =) it does looks like a running number isn't it apart from number 1 and 0 being in different positions. Birthdays are well.. the day of the birth of something.. where a day that is celebrated with well wishes from close ones, friends and family. In all real honesty, i never actually thought that i would actually enjoy massive birthday celebrations that are organized with huge number of guests, with lots of great food and drinks involve. i always enjoy my birthdays to be low-keyed and just spend my day doing things i love to do and spend time with people i care. i always find dinner with 9 other people is big enough for me. anything more would be overwhelming. haha.. im a party pooper i know.. =P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in this very special day.. i would like to thank everyone texted me, called me, wish me and thought about me, making me feel blessed that i am here today. i wish each and everyone of you, all my friend and family today that all of you will have a happy, healthy and a fulfilling days to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in this very year, i also thought that it will be good to set some new goals to myself. probably going to take it as a birthday resolution.. i would want : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) to slow down and live the moment more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smell the flowers in the garden, spend time catching up with old friends and talking to more people. I would like not to rush through things, spending time to understand something than rushing to conclusions, and look beyond the obvious. i know recent years, i have been missing out on many wonderful occasions just because i am pushing myself to become faster, quicker which leads to hastiness. there is only 24 hours in a day and i vow to enjoy every minute of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) to spend time for myself, friends, family, and love ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this i guess is closely related to point one. i would love to spend time in putting myself into shoes of others, listen to what they say, and think before i say something. I want to understand them better, and not take for granted on what they say, or how well they treat me. i will want to treat people that care about me with more care, understand more about people who understands me, and love back people who loves me. I may not be able to give the same amount of time to everyone, but i vow to do the best i can in ways i could achieve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) to improve myself as a professional health provider. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a few weeks time, (if things goes as plan) my university and lecturers will think i am a fully pledge podiatrist. i want to make the best of my 1st year as a health professional, giving the best service to people who needs them, whether is official work of just advice to friends and family. Although throughout the university days, most of challenges i face i could solve, i think its mainly pure luck that i got the easy ones. i will keep myself up to the challenge and knowledge regarding the foot and provide services not only to the foot, but to the overall health of the people that seek my help. i vow to keep studying and keep searching for answers until i find what i need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) to finish what i say i will finish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will not deny that i am a procrastinator. although its not exactly valid, i would say i have improve compared to last years, yet still there are still procrastination happening. i will finish my projects that i plan to finish, stop putting things to another day, and reduce the use of 'will-do-it-later'. i will not make empty promises, and will make an extra effort to fulfill a promise if needed. i vow to reduce putting things to a later date when i can do it now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 should be enough to start off the year i think. the list would probably grow as the time comes. with the new year to come, hopefully with all the great wishes and the great thoughts from everyone, i will be a better, stronger and more fulfilling orange =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday 23rd orange =) may the coming years be blessed, wonderful and a fulfilling one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-3310540698931401781?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/3310540698931401781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=3310540698931401781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3310540698931401781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3310540698931401781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2011/10/orange-turns-23.html' title='orange turns 23'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-185745209027383866</id><published>2011-04-04T23:03:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2011-04-04T23:19:18.027+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'>The Optimist Creed</title><content type='html'>i use to be one very optimistic person. couple of years back, i am a person that could see the tiniest rainbow in the largest storm cloud you can ever imagine. or the blink of the bright light in a very very dark and long tunnel. i will most probably be the last person that say.. "shit.. im dead" in any dire situation where everyone else has already begun to give up. i smile at everything, bad or good, i mourn loses of course, but always take it as a memory that helps me to become stronger. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it just me, or its happening to everyone that, as we get older, it is becoming more and more harder to become a optimistic person. i personally think, as we grow older, our responsibilities keep piling up. and this responsibilities takes the time away for us to actually ponder upon the positive things in life. i am finding the glass half full looks half empty more often than before. which makes me wonder sometimes, what had change? is it me becoming more mature, or me being innocent. i guess i now understand life more than before, that the once half full glass is actually just half filled, and possible be empty soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as a person under the health umbrella. we use the word prognosis pretty often. roughly carries the meaning of, chances of recovery. with any condition, we could generally know which direction things are going to. isn't it great when we can tell everyone, 'yeap, i can fix you, and you will feel much better'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, here is a creed that i took from my aunt's page. title: the optimist creed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;Promise myself to be so strong that nothing can disturb my peace of mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person I meet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make all my friends feel like there is something in them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;To look at the sunny side of everything and make my optimism come true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and expect only the best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as I am about my own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;To forget the mistakes of the past and press on the greater achievements of the future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living person I meet a smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;To give so much time to the improvement of myself that I have no time to criticize others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, and too strong for fear, and to happy to permit the presence of trouble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: aunt felicia, may you be well and happy always. =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&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/2846584585901160682-185745209027383866?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/185745209027383866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=185745209027383866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/185745209027383866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/185745209027383866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2011/04/optimist-creed.html' title='The Optimist Creed'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-9201008409232468974</id><published>2011-03-26T22:24:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:11:44.899+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on thinking caps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'>24 hours: significant?</title><content type='html'>Q: what have you been doing the last 24 hours? and how you rate your last 24 hours?&lt;div&gt;was it good? so-so? or could be better?? to all of us, 24 hours is something we go through, over and over again. some of us realized about it, and others is too busy with life to realize that they just went past another 24 hours. If we start by looking at a fix particular time to begin our 24 hours, eg: waking up in the morning, most of us will go through a usual cycle, breakfast, uni, classes, lunch, classes, dinner etc. etc. etc. sometimes, some 24 hours will be more exciting than others, while other times, we can't wait till the next 24 hours to come. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: how many times have we put something away to the next 24 hours? tomorrow maybe? or later?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must admit, i'm trying to kick the habit of putting something away to another day. reasons like, oh, "i'm too busy, too tired, too lazy, something's on etc etc" was and most probably being used over and over again. thinking back, there are many things that i put away which could be easily done in a couple of seconds. sending a friend a message in facebook, or just to say hi to a newly added friend? have you ever wonder why is it so hard for us to do so, yet we can spend endless number of minutes in just reading 'news feed' and do nothing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway from the previous major natural disasters, and a short discussion from my friends triggered my brain thinking. what is the significance of my next 24 hours? generally if i ask anyone this question, they will come out with what i call 'generic' answers eg, i'll live my 24 hours as if its my last and things like that isn't it. BUT! how close are we in achieving that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One might thing, to make my day significant, i must do something big! something amazing something that the whole worlds know and celebrate! while others think that a significant day will be maybe their, graduation day, marriage day, or maybe the birth of their children. On the other hand, some actions can make a day very significant to some too. for example, when one receive some donation to allow him to feed his family a proper dinner after weeks just on dry biscuits, or one who got a letter from his/her partner's lawyer seeking divorce, or maybe a tragedy happen to a love one. significant is just a word that meant 'of high important' and it could be a good significant day, or a bad horrific significant day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a significant 24 hours to different people will be very different. here is a couple of examples i can think off my mind right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) a student rushing for an assignment due in the next 24 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) a heart transplant patient waiting for a new heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) a bus driver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) a lady that is in labour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) a death row prisoner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) a beggar looking for his next meal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) a normal working admin worker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) a car accident victim in a critical state&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) a country at the brink of a civil war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im sure if you have a think, all of the people above will spend their next 24 hours differently, to some, every seconds count. while others, its another plain ol' 24 hours they have to get through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;generally, most of us never put our day as the most significant day and ask why, most probably one would answer, 'well, its a pretty usual day for me. nothing interesting" so now, i pose you a question. WHY don't you make it significant? why not grab the moment, do something different? now, be warn i'm not saying you give up your studies and work and travel the world until you are broke as such. BUT, why not try something new? a new path that lead to work? or a new stall recently open that you wanted to try but keep using the word 'tomorrow'? how about doing something that make other people's day significant? a short letter to a long lost friend or family? put a couple of dollars to a busker or beggar? or how about just go to the near by park and spend 5 minutes enjoying the sounds of nature?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i personally think that 'Tomorrow', 'another day', 'no time', and 'maybe later' is one of the most misused words today. why not seize the day, and make the next 24 hours a more significant one? why wait anymore??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-9201008409232468974?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/9201008409232468974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=9201008409232468974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/9201008409232468974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/9201008409232468974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2011/03/24-hours-significant.html' title='24 hours: significant?'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-4636350300867554911</id><published>2011-02-09T00:06:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2011-02-09T01:39:08.837+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changi airport&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last 6 weeks was a cocktail of feelings. to put it into a word, best thing ever in 3 years. throughout 3 years, i never understand the feeling of going home, being home and leaving home. throughout 3 years, i was never being pampered, being spoilt, and being treated like a high school kid. and for 3 years, i never had a proper holidays. this 6 weeks was spend beyond well, in which i manage to plan and did everything i insisted to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flying back from adelaide to penang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;along the way back was filled with excitement, and the great warm feeling of home coming. the feeling of looking forward to seeing mum and dad, cousins, aunts, uncle and just the feeling of home. good food, great weather, wonderful people all atributing to the melting pot of culture in malaysia. which pretty much includes, stupid drivers, traffic jam, rude people and people jumping queue. for some reason, 3 years in adelaide has made me a much nicer person for malaysia. nevertheless, the feeling of being home is one of the greatest feeling ever. i was practically over the moon! AND i am not even home yet! i was just spending nights at penang, my home town. nevertheless, it was one of the greatest feeling ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;penang to sandakan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOME! to summarize up, it was in the previous 2 post. MUM! greatest person ever!! being at HOME(must emphasize) for 2 weeks, was pretty much the most relaxing time ever in 2010 and a great start for 2011. i had the whole house to myself! anyway, throughout the 2 weeks, apart from just helping mum around the house, i pretty much let mum being mum around me. i got a feeling she is enjoying her 'mum-moments' when im around. hmmm.. im missing her already &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandakan-KL-Penang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesomely, i planed this trip myself! with my own earned money =) something that i wanted to do for a very long time but don't have the time. for this short trip. i was sincerely touch for the generosity of the people that is willing to house me for the few nights in KL. no words can describe their wonderful hearts and wonderful home. it almost makes you feel like staying there forever. KL was a great place. a city where there is no night, and no day. i will forever remember those that came to catch up with me and took me around the places. one of this trip main objectives is, i was trying to prove, malaysia isn't exactly a dangerous place like what most of the people believe. my parents wasn't that keen on me going myself to places like KL, while i personally believe in this world, not everyone on the street is bad. in fact i still believe there are kind hearted people out there. and im sure if everyone takes proper steps and precautions, every holiday trips will be a great one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after KL, it was 2 days in penang. special thanks to cousin ado that became the main mode of my transport in her little car. penang will be so different without you there. of course, i was really grateful to my uncle and aunt that let me bunk in their house (again) for 2 days. truthfully, i kinda feel bad for doing that. its like checking in and out of their house =( which is bad... real bad &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penang -sdk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this part of the trip, i guess it kinda change how i see things a bit. during this time, news came that grand dad was very sick. it was pretty shocking to hear that because i just saw him 2 days ago. it kinda came knocking that, that time i see him might be the last time i see him (he is still going pretty well at the moment). nevertheless, it was a sense of lost, helpless and sad till the extend, it kinda help to prepare for the worst. the fact that i was not there, and only hear news from my parents make things worst. few days after, surprisingly grand dad found out he manage to won some money through his lottery numbers and that made him happy and got well straight away! talk about the benefits of lottery to mankind! how shall i describe grand dad. hmm.. put it in simple terms.. everyday is a celebration for him. days in sandakan was equally filled with excitement as well as sadness. it was a sudden realization that 'i wonder when will be the next time i set foot again in sandakan?) maybe 1 year? or 2? hopefully there will be once in a 5 years period i hope? with a heavy heart, i left sandakan,  towards penang once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penang - adelaide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;final week in malaysia! how badly i wish it could be extended. a week where i wish i could be split into 2, maybe 3 so i can spend the extremely valuable time with everyone. it is the sense that i the next time i come back.. hopefully will be for some good news and not something sad. given the previous lost of someone that i didn't really spend time much with, i wanted to spend time with everyone. there is this feeling that, celebrating CNY in penang.. and in sandakan is very different. how i wish i could be in sandakan, as well as penang at the same time. like its said above, home is always the best place. towards the end of the trip, the sense of heading back to adelaide was kinda depressing, back to work, studies, and final year~ i guess i should be excited that this would be my last year studying after 19 years of facing books, homework and exams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;throughout the 6 weeks, many have touch my heart, and i am extremely grateful to rekindle friendships that have long became stagnant. not to mention spending time with dear mum and dad, as well as dear cousin sis that insisted i should be back this trip. seeing her almost one third of my trip.. should be able to repay all the debts of the previous 3 years right? also spending time with my only grandparents left, and most of all, spending time for myself. to re-charge, and time to just relax and do nothing. im my mind, it is always friends and family that made the whole me. and in this trip i hope i could reinforce this value in myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to all! that has cross path with me this trip, all that provide roof for me, all, that feed me with nutritious food, spend precious time for me, and not metioning all other tiny bits, driving me around, buying me stuff, making me little figures(chicken little) and all! i thank you. thanks for being around for me, and i really really appreciate all of you. may i be given the chance in the future to repay all your kindness in the near or far future. words will never be enough to say how i feel now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in one hour's time, i'll be airborn, leaving singapore, to the land down under. to those that are finishing up final years, lets work hard together and graduate. to those that are working.. all my very best to you, and may great opportunities come knocking on your door. and for the one, that is heading to NZ to study and begin your new chapter of life, all my best wishes to you. may the new life you are having there will be great! if not the greatest time in your life. wishing you smooth journey and may you be bless with all the great things in life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(unedited) laptop dying soon.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye malaysia, and hello adelaide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-4636350300867554911?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/4636350300867554911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=4636350300867554911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4636350300867554911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4636350300867554911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2011/02/changi-airport-6-weeks-last-6-weeks-was.html' title=''/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-6388571993744989581</id><published>2011-01-23T16:43:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2011-01-23T16:44:38.211+10:30</updated><title type='text'>singing for the deaf.</title><content type='html'>have you ever wonder how the less capable enjoy what most of us do? for example the deaf enjoy the rhythm and base of dynamite by taio cruz without turning the base volume so loud that u can feel your heart vibrate with it? or some love songs by taylor swift?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or have you ever thought of doing something you like that would change the world? something small, but people world wide would enjoy?? thats what a year 2 teacher did. at the age of 22, she sang for the deaf. and with the help of the internet, she helped the deaf around the world to enjoy what most of us take for granted everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check this link out and you will understand what i am saying =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/WNT/video/sign-language-opens-music-world-deaf-citizens-person-of-the-week-pow-allyson-townsend-youtube-features-12734730"&gt;sign language opens music world to deaf citizens -ABC news&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 22px; font-family:arial, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;on a personal note: it all began when i was with someone. this special someone was deaf and have to talk through a interpreter with AUSLAN (australian sign language). i am sure, that most of us have been in a situation where we do not understand what others are saying(including where they are talking bad about you right in front of your face without u knowing it). It was a pretty awkward moment, especially they are moving their hands and arms all around them right in front of you and you don't understand a tiny bit of it. at some point. it made me felt pretty helpless, that although i am suppose to help him, but i can't understand what he's trying to say without the help of the interpreter. it made me wonder, could he enjoy the wonderful sounds of the world? now i know, there are people out there who cares =) how about you? do you care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 22px; font-family:arial, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 22px; font-family:arial, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;also posted at rushi's blogspot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2846584585901160682-6388571993744989581?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/6388571993744989581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=6388571993744989581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6388571993744989581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6388571993744989581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2011/01/have-you-ever-wonder-how-less-capable.html' title='singing for the deaf.'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-56967481872036222</id><published>2010-12-25T01:41:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2010-12-25T02:30:00.053+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting home'/><title type='text'>3 years..</title><content type='html'>home! &lt;div&gt;after 3 long year, i am finally back at where i grew up. gosh.. i was surprise how things have change.. just to begin with, there is an flight going to KL at 930 AT NIGHT from sandakan airport, new highways, way better roads and new houses and shops!! just spending the 1st ride from the airport back to home made me excited to go out tomorrow morning to look at how sandakan has turn into under the bright sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the biggest difference i must say is my house... the thing is, there is nothing much new in the house.. same furniture, same chairs, same tv, table and even the same fish (which has grown way bigger than when i left it) BUT.. i kinda felt everything has shrunk.. the rack has gone shorter, table and chairs seems to be smaller, door handles are lower, even the tv is smaller. it kinda makes me felt like a giant walking in the house. well, there are scientific evidence that says we will still grow till our mid twenties, but, i don't think i would have enlarge that much in 3 years right? anyhow, it's great to be back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course, getting home is the great, but not exactly the best part. the best part is, MUM actually CLEAN MY ROOM FOR ME!!! WITHOUT ASKING ME FOR HELP!!!! after traveling for the whole day, once we reach home, mum being mum, pretty much stuff me with food and milo, then she went up and wipe my room with being abandon for about 1 years, change the bed sheet which being abandon for about 1 year... and when went up to my room planing to change the sheets... to my utter supprise.. everything is clean and dust free!!! *awwwww* i don't usually do this much.. but, MUM, ur the best!!! =) *sniff sniff* now i feel so bad.. for not helping her T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sniff* anyway.. *sniff* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the journey back to malaysia this time has brought a new meaning of life. for the 1st time in 3 years, i was looking forward to be home. for the 1st time in 3 years i am excited to board the plane to get home, and in 3 years... i actually reach home. arriving back to my home town, visiting many relatives, and of course in an attempt to put on weight (which had failed) made me realize what 3 years can do. the frail became more frail, those that was fit and healthy 3 years ago is no longer that state. those that were just babies are now all big and grown up, and those that are non existent 3 years ago is now such a adorable baby (isabella, you really adorable ^^) in 3 years, the whole world back home has change. i wonder what other new changes have occur that yet to be discover tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear grandma is.. in a better way of describing, being cute.. due to her condition, she would repeat and repeat the same question, and of course, i would answer them. and sometimes the things you say, to be in all seriousness, its pretty funny.. and cute. not that i am making fun of things here, but your concern and selflessness in this situation just make things lights up. in fact, it is a good way to practice my dialect with you grandma =)  while grandpa, is getting weaker but, still going pretty good for his age. i will be looking forward to see both of you during the chinese new year =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 months! that all i have to be back home.. it seems to be pretty long.. but at this very moment.. i have a feeling i am going to leave this place i call home with a really really very heavy heart....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKS MUM!! YOU ARE THE GREATEST!!! =) =) =) *sniff* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-56967481872036222?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/56967481872036222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=56967481872036222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/56967481872036222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/56967481872036222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2010/12/home-after-3-long-year-i-am-finally.html' title='3 years..'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-1654744682128727037</id><published>2010-10-07T16:22:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2010-10-07T16:46:06.948+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently listening to: dynamite by taio cruz&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its been ages since i last updated my blog site. can't even remember what was my last post and heaps that happen since the last post which when i check was... in.... may &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recent updates: just completed my yearly customary camp. a 3 days 2 nights camp, which i was the president =) joining and organizing this camp always reminded me of all the camps i 1st join since primary school till this very day. and i have a feeling this will be my last camp, at lease for my studying life. and i didn't expect in this last final camp, i would be the camp president. which was pretty cool, apart from all the work and organizing and all. i guess like from every camp, i would try and learn and reflect from it after the camp to hopefully improve myself to be a better person. and the reflecting one should hopefully be in the next post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apart from that: this year isn't a real smooth sailing for me in regarding of dealing with human relationships. is it really that hard to understand me? i use to think im a very very simple minded person with very little needs. need an out of body experience to look at myself soon.. any suggestions? magic mushrooms anyone?? or maybe some speed? =P  many people say people come and go from your life, and i guess it does really happen to everyone. maybe im not offering enough, or my offers are not good enough or maybe im just not good enough.. recovering from it takes way longer than i expected. still recovering from it thou, but i guess i will make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uni life!! uni is a blessing and curse at a same time.. with assignments pilling up but learning new things everyday, i wonder, how long i need to stay in this unstable psychological state of mind. going to push the body to new limits for myself soon! i am going to make it!! woohoo~~ as for working, working 2 part time jobs are now almost like a routine for me, which is good in some ways i guess. good to know that i could balance my time better than before now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogging.. there is this stupid pesky comment generator trying to advertise their stupid sliming pills, penis enlarger, escort services and all the other crap that i don't need bugging this site.. how the hell can i stop them? they are getting more and more irritating.. any ideas anyone??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anything else?? i guess not. updates complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-1654744682128727037?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/1654744682128727037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=1654744682128727037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1654744682128727037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1654744682128727037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2010/10/currently-listening-to-dynamite-by-taio.html' title=''/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-5251610619680147509</id><published>2010-05-24T17:08:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:23:03.299+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self notes'/><title type='text'>stage director</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"wenqi, come join us in cultural concert committee please"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"no. i don't want to because i think i can't commit to this. but i promise i will help you guys out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;approximately 10 months ago, the idea of organizing a concert was born. personally, i have full doubt and the only thing i was thinking is, this is suicide! Why are you guys doing this? Just because someone say we should do one, doesn't mean we have to! nevertheless, we all hang in there, with uncertainty at the back of our mind"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Yes! at last the script is done"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meeting in the library, 4 of us, sit together and fix the script, how the play runs and all. the themes, the lights, curtains, props and all. at the back of my mind, i kept thinking, are we sure we are doing this? but what is started must be finish, i hang on. from this point in time, everyone has started their parts. getting the materials, costumes, getting the dances and all. meetings after meetings, calls after calls. at this point in time, i told myself, its alright, just do what you can, and leave the rest to the others.. trust them, like you trust yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"alright.. here what i think is, a shadow scene.. and here.. is a good vs evil scene... so its a red and white lighting"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"wow, alright, sounds good"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imagining it in my head, the stage and all, i throw my imagination drama to everyone. with ideas bouncing back n forth,  arguments get heated up, complains goes all the way i'm surprise that we all still stick together. looking back at everything, it seems like most of my ideas are put into the final product, making it almost my own play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"sigh" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"hahaha, its alright wenqi, don't worry too much about it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every weekend right down in the back of the building, in the confined space, we held our practice rounds, one getting better than another, improvements happens, changes made, tempered flared, disappointments shown. again and again we go through everything with every possible methods tried. warm up sessions, briefings and never ending explanation. every practice, we counted the days, to the big event. the concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"okay, next week we will be at the hall"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st rehearsal was good and bad in some ways. our flaws of practice shown brighter than the sun on a summer day and disappointment again swept through everyone. changes and planing were made again and again, non which able to solve the problem. we did what we can on that day, with plans and action to fix the problems arise on the day. we needed a leader. a person that was able to call the shots.. and we needed one fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"how was today's rehearsal?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"i also don't know what to say"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the night before the day, right after work, final preparation were done. some involve a lot of deep thoughts. at this night, there are many questions arise. questioning my effort towards the concert, the big day. whether the things i did was good enough. whether things i did was right? this was the turning point, when a friend decided to reminded me "its not a good time blaming now, better focus on ur ideas". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"today i am going to be selfish"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is one of the days i do not want to repeat ever again throughout the rest of my life. it is not the proudest moment in my life.. that 15 minutes of it was in fact, not something i like to do. nevertheless what's done was done. in my heart, i ask... what have i done? you are nobody here! you have no rights to do that and its a disgrace of myself doing what i have just done. thinking back of that, i shouldn't have took that method in which i regretted it much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"you are the stage director, &lt;b&gt;you have to call it!&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cursed as that phrase rang in mind over and over again. not me i said, not me! i am not the director! i am nobody! i told myself silently. it hit right hard enough to awaken me to the things i am in. being a guy that had no fix positions suddenly being thrown into a high position overnight, it is not a pleasant thing to do. making calls with minimal time of thinking, no time to consult others, under the pressure of different parties, i doubt myself whether i could make it out of the hall alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"tonight is the night. the stage is all yours"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the night proceed, i was shocked again and again with awe and amazement. till a point i myself wondered, whether i was watching a group of youth performing or a group of professional actors and actress on stage having their best time in their life. it was beyond words to describe everything. at the very end, it was a success. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"thank you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;proud through out? yea a little. regrets through out? yes.  plenty. regretted that i couldn't deliver what i said i could. i regretted things i said has brought up conflicts. regretted things i've done had cause strain in relationships among people. and the thing i most regretted is i wasn't able to get to know everyone in the group. it is uncalled for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-5251610619680147509?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/5251610619680147509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=5251610619680147509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/5251610619680147509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/5251610619680147509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2010/05/stage-director.html' title='stage director'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-2078134730228934937</id><published>2010-04-25T00:15:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2010-04-25T00:44:50.863+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self notes'/><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"holding onto anger is like grasping hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else: you are the one who gets burn" -buddha-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to get this out somewhere. seriously do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i personally am never a person that use this 4 letter word h-a-t-e. i never like my friends use it either. i find this word is a word that carries great power and grave consequences. its a word full of negative energy and carries a meaning of extreme dislike and unwanted in any given condition the word is applied. from my own point of view, its very hard to get me to actually hate something. this is most probably due to me understanding the reasons why i hate something, or why i dislike something. for example, i don't like eggplant because of the texture of the eggplant once it is cook. i respect people that love and adore them, but i still don't like them. i have no reason to hate an eggplant, because it is bad for me right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A precious liquid, a poison dearer than that of the Borgias - because it is made from our blood, our health, our sleep, and two-thirds of our love - we must be stingy with it."  ~Charles Baudelaire, "Advice to Young Writers," 1867&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recently, for some reason, a single hate thought keep creeping into my mind. a thought that is very disturbing for me, for some reason keeps repeating itself again and again, and every time it happens, it grows. given the fact that i am actually aware of this hatred thoughts, i find it very disturbing to myself and will most probably be to many others as well if i share this with them. but as i were about to try to understand the problem, it just seems to get worst. i cannot pin point a reason for the thought to come through. it is just something that actually happened, that i assumed it happened with a reason but i do not know, which makes me very hateful to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We hate some persons because we do not know them; and will not know them because we hate them."  ~Charles Caleb Colton&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it horrible to actually have that thought (thank god its not everyday and every minute) but, the point is, i cannot figure out the reason of it! its almost driving me crazy. what actually keeps me in line now is basically me being aware that it is a thought, and i am able to control it (if u have a better word) and slowly push it away. but, i guess, it is just like swiping the dust under a carpet and hope it will magically disappear. its actually tiring figuring out the reasons for this disturbing thought, and at the end of the day, i gain nothing from it. but it creeps into the wandering mind, like a weeds growing in an unattended garden, sucking up all the nutrient and manifesting throught the garden patch, killing all the beautiful flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Hating people is like burning down your own house to get rid of a rat".  ~Henry Emerson Fosdick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for now, i guess i will have to keep looking for the reason for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him."  ~Booker T. Washington&lt;/span&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/2846584585901160682-2078134730228934937?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/2078134730228934937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=2078134730228934937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/2078134730228934937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/2078134730228934937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2010/04/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-1843435284951347783</id><published>2010-04-12T19:30:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:26:33.043+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on thinking caps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'>the walking orange~</title><content type='html'>i cannot admit, life is getting great recently. projects by projects piling up which all im looking forward to. volunteer to the special olympics, a concert to organize, and, a trip to the rural to have podiatry experience! and one camp to organize as well depending on my commitments nearer to the time. Yet i feel relax and not too much on my plate.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 quarter of 2010 has already gone by in a blink of an eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;january: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;january was a pretty hectic and tiring. good news did come through this month. moving into a new house was the grand opening of 2010. we took about 1 week to pack, move and unpack our whole house. a pretty good achievement i would say. like most people, we throw lots away, and bought new stuff for the house. the new house, is a double story town house with, rooms on 1st floor and the rest down. best part of it, the new house now actually has a living room, dining and a kitchen! feels homey now compared to the last. we have make effort to keep the house in a clean and un-messy condition, and up to today, i say we are doing a good job! apart from the house, i was tearing my hair out studying for my pharmacology exams. it wasn't something i would want to repeat. pretty sad times. good news, i officially comfirm my dates on going home! just to penang thou, its pretty sad that i can't get back to my home 'home' in sabah. but, at lease i know im going home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;febuary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;febuary begun with a full blast of studying, being home alone, and more studying. it was fun times when i was alone. right after my paper, i flew home to penang. it was fun times being able to meet up with my cousins on the island. i was suprise how much he grew, no more head butting or biting anymore.. *sigh* miss those times.. =P (sorry Am T, but u really did =P). manage to catch up with granpa n grandma, and all other uncles and aunties, met a new cousin from the states, number of visit to the hospitals, numbers of food hunting trips, plates of hawker food, car rides and some quick shopping. and a plane flight back to adelaide. i alway enjoy traveling alone and had great time spending waiting at the airport. i must mention, i had the most expensive jawa mee and teh tarik in my whole life... RM21.50 for both of that thing =.= oh well. appart from that, short trip to whyalla!!! its a good break especially when the break involve a cut from the world of technology and traffic and all the other city stuff. and back with classes and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;march&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March flew by pretty quickly. Uni work picked up and i tried to get control of my life better. March is the month i guess where i decided to ground both of my feet down on to the ground with the mind to be a better person than last year. its working well i guess. i've spend less time going out spending money, and more time doing stuff i am suppose to do. march i guess is a month on lots of mental work compare to the 1st 2 months. lots of things going through the mind, while the body just work mechanically, wakes up, uni, work, etc etc.. but everything turns out well now i guess. all's good for the year ahead!! in fact march also marks the date that grandma is away for 1 year already.. 1 year do really float by quickly.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking forward to what the next 3 quarters is going to bring me now =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-1843435284951347783?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/1843435284951347783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=1843435284951347783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1843435284951347783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1843435284951347783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2010/04/walking-orange.html' title='the walking orange~'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-7829955999799833123</id><published>2010-03-15T14:50:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:58:09.189+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'>podiatry, 50% in the making</title><content type='html'>its suprising to know that i had made it half way into my podiatry course. as i was blogging in a friend's share space page, i might as well, update here as well about what i have learn in 2 years of my podiatry education apart from all the cold hard facts and figures and structures and all about the feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like most of us out there, we rely on our feet to move around and sometimes we take our feet for granted until it hurts. I'm pretty sure people out there at a certain point of their life will encounter when their foot or feet hurts so much that they cant use them right? many people don't realise their feet actually tells a story of their life, like their work, health and well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in an allied health field as well. and although sometimes i always think that allied health people earn their money from the pain of others, but its an exciting and fulfilling field. there are always something new to be explore every day and every client (or patient) you see has a different story behind. in my field of podiatry, we basically not only treat the foot condition, but also figuring out whats the best way and advice for our client depending on their economy status as well as their welfare. for example, we wont recommend a 300AUD pair of shoes to someone that earns 1000AUD per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally i love what im doing now. i know i always wanted to do something that could help people out there and podiatry is sure one of them. it isn't as grand as becoming a doctor or as noble as becoming a nurse, or earn as much as becoming a physiotherapist, but, in this job, the return of your clients becoming free from pain and be able to help people to get back on their feet (literally) is always a good thing to see. the bad side, you will be serving the feet of other people for the next 30 years or so (unless you change jobs of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it kinda goes to the extreme when u notice yourself noticing way people walk and each and lumps and bumps on your own feet with all crazy conditions running through your mind. but at the end of the day, you can always tell yourself you have a more healthy feet than many people out there =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-7829955999799833123?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-532741338175659607</id><published>2010-02-27T00:05:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:07:03.959+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self notes'/><title type='text'>salt or sugar?</title><content type='html'>there is a huge difference between salt and sugar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as after working for such a long time in the kitchen.. you should have known better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, what you have done.. was a disaster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biggest mistake ever and one of the biggest no-no in the kitchen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could you... how could you have done it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-532741338175659607?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/532741338175659607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=532741338175659607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/532741338175659607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/532741338175659607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2010/02/salt-or-sugar.html' title='salt or sugar?'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-6652952434004242385</id><published>2010-02-25T12:16:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:32:41.559+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'>airport.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amaze&lt;/span&gt; what airports can offer. a humble little hut with a flat land behind to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sophisticated&lt;/span&gt; long run way with colorful lights all around and advance architecture design buildings all serve a same purpose. many many years ago, when i was a little guy with the height of 3 feet(yes.. many many years ago) airport is where i watch planes land and take off. my brother and i will keep watch at the observation area where we would look out for planes to land (which usually dad is on board) and watch it land safely down. i too had a chance to fly every year back to my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;description&lt;/span&gt; on airports that time, the airport at that time is basically a roof held up by 4 walls. its open aired, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;air conditioning&lt;/span&gt;, and ticket counters are much more taller than i was and i never had a chance to see whats happening behind the counter (i was short that time). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;trolleys&lt;/span&gt; were huge, with sharp corners and i can sit on it with someone else pushing behind. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;securities&lt;/span&gt; are lacking and simple. weight limits are practically non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;existing&lt;/span&gt; and no one rush to stand at the gate to get good seats in the plane. Oh, and we have to walk up stairs to the plane and have to carry umbrella on our own when its raining. there are no such thing as budget airlines and zero dollars air fare. there is only one gate to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, airports are a building almost like a country by itself. its more than a simple building. airports now are mostly providing free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; access, fully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;air conditioned&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;trolleys&lt;/span&gt; are much more lighter and cleaner, high level securities with armed police and dogs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;patrolling&lt;/span&gt; all over enforcing their own set of airport rules. limitations to what we can bring up the plane and whats not. more diverse types of people, and god knows, how many criminals, smugglers are under that roof. budget airlines are appearing out of no where and more and more people can fly. technology allows us to walk straight to the door of the plane. and people spend more time on their phones, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ipods&lt;/span&gt;, music players or laptop compare to talking their family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but something is still the same between the old and the new airport. airport is a place where people will leave and return. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; is a business trip or just for their holidays, people will come and go. some might be their 1st time traveling alone, to a place unknown to them, while others will be excited about their long planned trip. no matter then time or the advancement of technology, human emotions in airports are still the same. at the departure hall, parents will repeat their advice to their kids to be careful and call home over and over again, while friends will give each other their final good byes with hugs and jokes. deep inside, feelings of sadness will not be excluded. in the arrival hall, the excitement in awaiting and the voices of taxi drivers, and mobile phone calls telling the whole world they have return brings a tiny atmosphere of celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traveling alone this time back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;adelaide&lt;/span&gt; and to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;adelaide&lt;/span&gt;, eating the most expensive '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;jawa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt;' dinner and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tarik&lt;/span&gt; (RM 21!!) loitering around the airport terminal finding anything interesting, and talking to one of the few hundred thousand people in the terminal, finding a spot that is safe to sit without being worried of being mug, or being approached by dodgy people, or involve in so crap stuff (wasn't easy to look for the spot!!!) and making sure i was at my gate before the plane takes off isn't one of the best things that happen in the airport. i guess i understand why some people are sadden by the fact that they have to travel alone in long distance. some company during those times actually make 7 hours at the airport better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i hate the most today at the airports is that there are actually &lt;strike&gt; people &lt;/strike&gt; 'living things' that are 'smart' enough to take advantage of other people to preform their evil acts. i miss the times where i could travel safely and worry free, only thinking about the people that i would miss when i board the plane, what i will do for the days to come, and planing how to spend the few hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;enclosed&lt;/span&gt; in the cabin of the plane. today, we have to think about, pickpockets, opportunity-criminals, bad law enforcer officers, lost luggage, terrorist blowing up planes or any stupid idiot that tries to prevent us from reaching our destination. you never know what will the guy sitting next to you will do, and even if he tells you that he's a business man, how true is that u never know. i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; a paranoid now. but thank god, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; all alive and nothing exciting happen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;throughout&lt;/span&gt; the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;airports shouldn't be this way. for me, an airport should be welcoming, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;peaceful&lt;/span&gt;, for the people that are leaving their country to bring a good impression and for those to arrive to feel welcome. nevertheless, many of this are uncontrolled and unpreventable. i guess i should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; that nothing happens to me this time and the many times to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to the next trip back home, traveling home alone or with someone doesn't really matter to me anymore. from now i guess i could start planing so i could have time to get home sooner =) i would be looking forward to what could an airport bring in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-6652952434004242385?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/6652952434004242385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=6652952434004242385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6652952434004242385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6652952434004242385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2010/02/airport.html' title='airport.'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-6815804715453914869</id><published>2009-12-26T14:24:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:13:41.565+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self notes'/><title type='text'>life~ the other side of the fence.</title><content type='html'>its the end of 2009! and things isn't as good as i thought. my plans wasn't going as i planned. and life isn't treating me well. recent weeks are full of disappointments, feeling of being used, or taken advantage of. which is kind of bad when there is a bit of everything and you have no where to go to or push those responsibilities away. personally i hate to disappoint myself, i then will hate myself more for disappointing others, my friends and family. i said i be back home and because things that could be avoided, i have disappoint them. i don't care what others say, but it is me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; disappointed with. no one is to blame other than myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never expect that the wave of 'destruction' will spread so wide. i thought i could control it, but no, it went way out of hand. and now, all i can do is just to stand at the middle point, and look towards the end of the seemingly never ending effects of the destruction of the path. thinking about it, and hoping that tomorrow will be a better day seems only seems to make things worst than the day before. people tell me its okay, and all, but no, its not.. its never okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many find my current plans very wasteful and 'out-of-your-mind'. yet, i personally feel that is the best way with whatever i have. yea, maybe my priorities in life is not right. so what, no one knows what are my priorities are anyway. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry if you are not on the top list. or maybe not even on the top 20, or not even on the list it self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappointment is one thing. being taken advantage, being used and being taken for granted is something else. i use to not mind to help people to do their stuff. what i mind is people thinks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; all theirs, as if i don't have my own life, or my own plans. i know i am a flexible person and i am an adaptive person. but wait, you ask me to help you and u expect it to be done even i have my own plans? come on man.. i have my own plans, i have my own life, you don't own me okay! not even my parents own me!(sorry mum n dad, but i think u know what i mean) i hate it when i screwed up my plans. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; already bad in planing, and thanks to some things that can be avoided, i am either late or have to scrap the whole plan off and put it on the next day. once, twice? maybe, always? maybe not. i don't like it when people think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; all ways ready for them and no one else. that is just selfish. i love to be there for you, for joy and for sorrow, and all, but i can't always be there, i cannot promise i will always be there 24/7 for the rest of my life. no one can promise that. if one promise that, he/she's either god or lying (face it. its a fact!).  if some unforeseen circumstances occurs and i change my plans then i accept it. but if its avoidable or could be done some other way which save time and energy, and was not taken? then its harder for me to understand and accept. yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; a pretty practical person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am just to quiet, or maybe i am those that just allow people to trample all over me, allowing people to take control of my life regardless what i say. i don't blame the world for my misfortunes in life, i take that as bad karma. i try to do good as much as i can and as often as i can. maybe that just to give me a peace of mind. blaming others for your own actions are just irresponsible and pointless. the problem will still exist even if u happily throw the responsibilities to others. though i have a high level of patience, and i seldom do things expecting something in return, but i am a human after all. i have my own limits. please do not take advantage of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before anyone tries to get defensive and squeezing their brains thinking what they have done, the above is just a reminder to myself not to be like those mentioned because personally, it does make a better world with less of those, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; planing to improve the world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; living in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-6815804715453914869?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/6815804715453914869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=6815804715453914869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6815804715453914869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6815804715453914869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-other-side-of-fence.html' title='life~ the other side of the fence.'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-4805429958003904110</id><published>2009-11-26T20:50:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:06:47.459+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self notes'/><title type='text'>100 things~</title><content type='html'>been a while since i last update this site.. to start of, i found this list of '101 ways to make you smile' see how many u been have done through out your life =) i bold ones i did or remembered i did for the past 20 years of my life up to today =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01. Call an old friend, just to say hi. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02. Hold a door open for a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;03. Invite someone to lunch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04. Compliment someone on his or her appearance&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05. Ask a coworker for their opinion on a project. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Bring cookies to work.&lt;br /&gt;07. Let someone cut in during rush hour traffic.&lt;br /&gt;08. Leave a waitress or waiter a big tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. Tell a cashier to have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;10. Call your parents. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Let someone know you miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;12. Treat someone to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Let a person know you really appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;14. Visit a retirement center.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Take a child to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;16. Fill up your spouse's car with gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Surprise someone with a small gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;18. Leave a thank-you note for the cleaning staff at work.&lt;br /&gt;19. Write a letter to a distant relative.&lt;br /&gt;20. Tell someone you thought about them the other day.&lt;br /&gt;21. Put a dime in a stranger's parking meter before the time expires.&lt;br /&gt;22. Bake a cake for a neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;23. Send someone flowers to where they work.&lt;br /&gt;24. Invite a friend to tea.&lt;br /&gt;25. Recommend a good book to someone.&lt;br /&gt;26. Donate clothing to a charity.&lt;br /&gt;27. Offer an elderly person a ride to where they need to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Bag your own groceries at the checkout counter.&lt;br /&gt;29. Give blood. (still giving and proud of it! )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Offer free baby-sitting to a friend who'sreally busy or just needs a break.&lt;br /&gt;31. Help your neighbor rake leaves or shovel snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Offer your seat to someone when there aren't any left.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Help someone with a heavy load.&lt;br /&gt;34. Ask to see a store's manager and comment on the great service.&lt;br /&gt;35. Give your place in line at the grocery storeto someone who has only a few items.&lt;br /&gt;36. Hug someone in your family for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Wave to a child in the car next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;38. Send a thank-you note to your doctor.&lt;br /&gt;39. Repeat something nice you heard about someone else.&lt;br /&gt;40. Leave a joke on someone's answering machine.&lt;br /&gt;41. Be a mentor or coach to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Forgive a loan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Fill up the copier machine with paper after you're done using it.&lt;br /&gt;44. Tell someone you believe in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Share your umbrella on a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;46. Welcome new neighbors with flowers or a plant.&lt;br /&gt;47. Offer to watch a friend's home while they're away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Ask someone if they need you to pick upanything while you're out shopping.&lt;br /&gt;49. Ask a child to play a board game, and let them win. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Ask an elderly person to tell you about the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;51. During bad weather, plan an indoor picnic with the family.&lt;br /&gt;52. Buy someone a goldfish and bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Compliment someone on their cooking and politely ask for a second helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;54. Dance with someone who hasn't been asked.&lt;br /&gt;55. Tell someone you mentioned them in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;56. Give children's clothes to another familywhen your kids outgrow them.&lt;br /&gt;57. Deliver extra vegetables from your gardento the whole neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;58. Call your spouse just to say, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. Call someone's attention to a rainbow or beautiful sunset.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Invite someone to go bowling.&lt;br /&gt;61. Figure out someone's half-birthday by adding 182 days,and surprise them with a cake.&lt;br /&gt;62. Ask someone about their children.&lt;br /&gt;63. Tell someone which quality you like most about them.&lt;br /&gt;64. Brush the snow off of the car next to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Return your shopping cart to the front of the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;66. Encourage someone's dream, no matter how big or small it is.&lt;br /&gt;67. Pay for a stranger's cup of coffee without them knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;68. Leave a love letter where your partner will find it.&lt;br /&gt;69. Ask an older person for their advice.&lt;br /&gt;70. Offer to take care of someone's pet while they're away.&lt;br /&gt;71. Tell a child you're proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;72. Visit a sick person, or send them a care package.&lt;br /&gt;73. Join a Big Brother or Sister program.&lt;br /&gt;74. Leave a piece of candy on a coworker's desk.&lt;br /&gt;75. Bring your child to work with you for the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;76. Give someone a recording of their favorite music.&lt;br /&gt;77. Email a friend some information abouta topic they are especially interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Give someone a homemade gift.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Write a poem for someone.&lt;br /&gt;80. Bake some cookies for your local fire or police department&lt;br /&gt;81. Organize a neighborhood cleanup and have a barbecue afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;82. Help a child build a birdhouse or similar project.&lt;br /&gt;83. Check in on an old person, just to see if they're okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Ask for the recipe after you eat over at someone's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;85. Personally welcome a new employee at workand offer to take them out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;86. While in a car, ask everyone to buckle upbecause they are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. Let someone else eat the last slice of cake or pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;88. Stop and buy a drink from a kid's lemonade stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89. Forgive someone when they apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;90. Wave to someone looking for a parking space whenyou're about to leave a shopping center.&lt;br /&gt;91. Send a copy of an old photograph to a childhood friend.&lt;br /&gt;92. Leave a pint of your spouse's favorite flavor of ice cream in the freezer with a bow on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Do a household chore that is usually doneby someone else in the family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Be especially happy for someone whenthey tell you their good news.&lt;br /&gt;95. Compliment a coworker on their role in a successful project.&lt;br /&gt;96. Give your spouse a spontaneous back rub at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;97. Serve someone in your family breakfast in bed.&lt;br /&gt;98. Ask someone if they've lost weight.&lt;br /&gt;99. Make a donation to a charity in someone's honor.&lt;br /&gt;100. Take a child to a ballgame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes.. thats not many &gt;.&lt; will aim to do more =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-4805429958003904110?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/4805429958003904110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=4805429958003904110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4805429958003904110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4805429958003904110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/11/100-things.html' title='100 things~'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-8178692262759282675</id><published>2009-09-22T00:07:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:57:49.354+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self notes'/><title type='text'>life: the unpredictables</title><content type='html'>for the past year, i can't recall the previous time that i have deep thoughts of my past. the good ol' memories in the past, that brought good times and bad. i in fact have totally forgotten about the things i have done in the previous 2 years. is life too busy for me?? or did i take up too many commitments that i have to give up my past? many says that past is a very important part of the future. yet me forgetting the past, not able to remember the present clearly, i guess my future is doom??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout this year, there has been many life changing events, many of them is on a personal level. yet, this changes had largely impact on how i run my life now. more study and work commitments means a huge cut down on social outings. unpredicted events leads to reduce funding to relax and leisure activities. and whats more, balancing between everything takes effect to mental and physical health. these changes happened so fast that even me myself have to move and catch up with them. given the current situation as well as the snap decisions i made, hopefully they are all right, or at lease minimal damage is done for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a personal level, i am tired, not the kind of tired that a 12 hour sleep will cure. im wide awake, brain fully functional and all. but tired as there is this pile of stuff (a.k.a. life) that keeps getting higher and higher, with no end in sight, waiting for me to go through and put away. some say we suffer because we are attached to something, but can we not attached to life?? i sometimes does envy those that has better life than me, less to worry less to do.. but then, i came across something that made me take my words back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about&lt;/em&gt;." regina brett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i some how forgotten what people do during holidays. what they do to relax and forget everything. somehow i think my 'enjoyment' now is different from the rest of the world. not that im unhappy or some sort, in fact i don't think i even have the time to complain about things that gone bad throughout the day. its either i be patient and wait for the day to end and i will start over tomorrow, or i will just deal with it, and move on to the next thing on the 'to-do-list'. after all complaining doesn't do me any good. i keep telling myself i need a break, i need to go for a holidays and all, but things tend to change and plans dump into the bin. is my planing skills that bad?? i guess i have to find methods to cut the ropes and chains that tie me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many questions left unanswered now. but given the current condition now, its either its not important, not urgent or i just don't have the time to go find the answers, maybe this questions will one day haunt me and take me down, but fingers cross, the answers will soon appear. i guess i really need a 'lonely planet' guide book to life. anyone saw the signboard that points to the direction of my life?? anyone saw it?? anyone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i will stop complaining now, after all im not a fan of complaining, in fact i don't get the point on complaining. oh well, one last quote from regina brett, &lt;em&gt;If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-8178692262759282675?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/8178692262759282675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=8178692262759282675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8178692262759282675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8178692262759282675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/09/signboards.html' title='life: the unpredictables'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-1380497282975661644</id><published>2009-08-24T00:01:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:04:35.229+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friend: so what u want to do tomorrow??&lt;br /&gt;me: wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: spend the whole day day-dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;me: so now u can spend the whole night night-dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.. my sense of humor is non exsistant anymore.... im a bitter and sour orange &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-1380497282975661644?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/1380497282975661644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=1380497282975661644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1380497282975661644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1380497282975661644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/08/friend-so-what-u-want-to-do-tomorrow-me.html' title=''/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-6122414568489817038</id><published>2009-08-06T22:06:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:07:53.468+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on thinking caps'/><title type='text'>all hail coffee~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;im pretty sure for those that drinks lots of coffee, you must have heard... hey, stop drinking that.. its bad for health.. addictive.. bitter.. turns teeth yellow.. yada yada yada..&lt;br /&gt;so recently, i came across an article about coffee... copy n pasted the whole thinggy.. hehe.. since their english is so much more better =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR HEALTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upper &lt;/strong&gt;A recent US study by the University of Scranton found that coffee is a significant source of antioxidants, reducing cancer and heart disease risk. Harvard researchers also found that drinking more than four cups a day defends against gallstones and cirrhosis of the liver. This is thanks to its soluble fibre, which also explains your midmorning appointment with the sports section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Downer &lt;/strong&gt;You can't get your five-a-day from Gloria Jeans. "Coffee doesn't provide the same variety of antioxidants that fruit and veg do, and they're harder to absorb," says the author of the Scranton study, Dr Joe Vinson. And there's a bitter taste in the post-dinner cup: drunk within an hour of a meal, coffee reduces absorption of iron and immune-boosting zinc, a French study by the University of Lyon found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upper&lt;/strong&gt; Easing fears of heart-breaking news for heavy drinkers, Harvard researchers tracked 128,000 people for 20 years and found drinking more than six cups of coffee a day didn't increase heart disease risk. Even better news: last year, scientists at Brooklyn College in New York found men who drank four cups of coffee a day had a 53 per cent lower risk of dying of heart disease than those who never took a sip. A great excuse to lurk round the coffee machine in the presence of that gorgeous marketing assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Downer &lt;/strong&gt;Caffeine makes your arteries constrict, raising your blood pressure. "However, if you don't have hypertension to begin with, the temporary blood-pressure increase isn't a problem," says cardiologist Dr Matthew Sorrentino. "Plus, the impact on blood pressure tends to be significantly lower in regular caffeine drinkers because their bodies become tolerant to its effects." .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR BRAIN POWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upper &lt;/strong&gt;Beyond merely helping you stay awake in that early meeting, drinking one or two cups of coffee before tasks can increase your short-term recall and alertness, reports a study by the University of Arizona. "Caffeine also has a mild mood-elevating effect," says Dr William Lovallo, professor of psychiatry and behavioural sciences at the University of Oklahoma. "That's because it releases dopamine, which stimulates the area of your brain that is responsible for pleasure." In the longer term, caffeine has been found to slash your risk of developing Alzheimer's by as much as 60 per cent, and Harvard researchers have also found that drinking four cups a day can halve your risk of developing Parkinson's disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Downer&lt;/strong&gt; Drink more than four cups a day and that caffeine hit merely relieves withdrawal symptoms, rather than lifting your mental abilities above the caffeine-free competition, according to researchers at Bristol University in the UK. To ensure the beans keep you full of beans, limit yourself to just the two cups a day and sink your mug 10 minutes before crunch-time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR WAISTLINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upper &lt;/strong&gt;Caffeine's an appetite suppressant that also turns up the kilojoule-burning heat of your heart rate and metabolism. "Drinking six cups per day combined with exercise and a low-fat diet can boost fat-burning by up to a fifth," says Catherine Collins, chief dietitian at St George's Hospital in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Downer &lt;/strong&gt;"Without the exercise and diet changes, there's currently no proof it has any significant effect on its own," says Collins. That delicious Italian pastry lurking on the saucer won't help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR MUSCLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upper&lt;/strong&gt; Caffeine revs your nervous system, increasing heart rate and breathing, which primes your body for peak performance. And caffeine may also have a direct effect on your muscles. The experts reckon it triggers extra calcium release in your muscles. "This means stronger muscle contractions," says Dr Terry Graham, professor of nutritional sciences at the University of Guelph in Canada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Downer &lt;/strong&gt;"Other chemical compounds in coffee appear to counteract caffeine's ability to impact your exercise session," explains Graham. So to achieve these positive effects, you're better off using caffeine pills or caffeinated energy drinks. Shame, the latte protein shake sounded good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR ACHING HEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upper &lt;/strong&gt;Big night? Stick on the kettle. Caffeine increases production of stomach acid, helping your body absorb pain-relief drugs more quickly, according to research in the Archives of Neurology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Downer&lt;/strong&gt; Go cold turkey and your grey matter won't thank you. "Sudden caffeine withdrawal invariably causes headaches, so wean yourself off by cutting your intake by half every other day," advises Dr Frankie Phillips, of the British Dietetic Association. Or swap beans: arabica beans have about one per cent caffeine, while robusta pack double that. "Roasting reduces caffeine content, so stronger taste can actually mean less caffeine," says the British Coffee Association's Zoe Wheeldon.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOUR SMILE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upper &lt;/strong&gt;An espresso a day may keep the dentist away. Chemicals in coffee prevent tooth decay by stopping bacteria attaching to your enamel, Milan University researchers found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Downer &lt;/strong&gt;A scrape could still be needed. "Coffee prevents bacteria sticking to your enamel by sticking to it itself, which can cause discolouration," says Dr Amolak Singh, of the UK's General Dental Practitioners Association. Brush with a toothpaste containing baking soda to keep your whites pearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR BIG GAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upper &lt;/strong&gt;The Australian Institute of Sport found the equivalent of a single espresso before excercise can increase endurance levels by up to 25 per cent, mobilising fatty acids and providing fuel for active muscles. So pack that thermos in your kit bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Downer &lt;/strong&gt;Coffee is a liquid-leaching diuretic, up to 10 times less effective than water for replenishing body fluids. And if you drink more than four cups immediately before exercise you put a potentially lethal strain on your heart, according to Collins, who recommends you "stick to one cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so.. with all the benefits... and erm.. little bad stuff.. why give up coffee right?? all hail coffee drinkers.. may you live long and healthy!!!&lt;br /&gt;coffee!! coffee!! coffee!! *chants*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;article taken from &lt;a href="http://au.lifestyle.yahoo.com/b/mens-health/6790/the-buzzon-coffee/"&gt;http://au.lifestyle.yahoo.com/b/mens-health/6790/the-buzzon-coffee/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-6122414568489817038?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/6122414568489817038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=6122414568489817038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6122414568489817038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6122414568489817038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-hail-coffee.html' title='all hail coffee~'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-8280468337951920668</id><published>2009-08-01T14:29:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:58:06.210+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><title type='text'>the walking orange</title><content type='html'>been a long while that i had blog about my life here in adelaide.. maybe some people out there could piece together information about me currently from small tiny bits n pieces of information here n there.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its now been 1 and a half years that i not been to malaysia. the next time i go back.. maybe i will be a tourist more than going home. haha.. a malaysian friend of mine once said, once u been in adelaide for a long time, and when u go back to malaysia, u will do what normal australian tourist do like taking pictures on all the food u eat back home. hmm.. maybe i will do that when i go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what have i done throughout the whole winter??&lt;br /&gt;somehow i find this question pretty easy to answer for this holidays.. one word.. work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ur pretty rich now hey??&lt;br /&gt;nope.. still as poor as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my last paper on a saturday, i officially have 3 weeks holidays for my winter break before the start of a new semester. most of the time i have i spend working in my part time jobs. being paid lower than a 18 year old's pay rate... anyway.. better to have a job than nothing to do right?? a bit about my work here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently im working 2 part times in adelaide.. both also a walking distance from my home, which is good.. and i consider myself lucky to have them. one of the is in a restaurant as a kitchen hand.. and what i do is basically everything in the kitchen including cooking.. yes i do prepare food in the kitchen.. surprisingly i find working there pretty fun, while others thinks that in the kitchen is a hell's hole where the boss uses u to your limits to maximise his profit, as for me, i would put it that, the boss has his expectations and u should work towards it, and maybe better.. not trying to cut corners because ur being lazy or something. after all, food is still an essential part of life right?? and ur preparing the essential part of life, isn't that something you should be proud of? oh yea.. u deal with all the dirty plates, half eaten food and all.. yet, if u think of it, u did prepare the food in the 1st place, so what, if ur gross out about the food u prepare, why prepare it then?? right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. 2nd job. officially im name as a lab technician. but, this lab doesn't deal with any test tube, or syringe or blood products or chemicals u normally find in any science lab. the lab im working in is actually more like a workshop. we have grinders, ovens, saw, n compressors.. and lots of plastics and plenty more dust!! yay~~~ ahem.. back to the point.. this lab produces orthortics (something u put into shoes to correct your walking patten). and yes, i make orthotics.. fun part of this job is... i can listen to my own music while working, start and finish work when ever i feel like it, and i basically work alone.. not that i love working alone.. but then working alone allows you to practice your vocal skills, and the sound of the grinder will shadow your voice from being heard. haha.. in saying that, this job requires accuracy to the millimeter of measurement in making the cast, understanding thermodynamics of plastics, good artistic skills, good eye judgement, moulding skills with clay type material as well as a very very quick reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as many of my friends here notice, both jobs involve high risk of injury of the upper limbs... my hands are loaded with scars marks.. pretty ugly now. *sorry mum n dad =(* but overall, it doesn't carry much after work thoughts. everything about work will basically disappear once i leave the place, therefore its pretty much worry free jobs. so i guess i could say i love my work. so much so that i think my bosses likes me a lot.. which isn't a very good thing for me... i always want to tell them.. 'I'm a lousy worker.. don't put so high hopes on me!!!' but no.... they keep saying I'm great, and increase the pay pretty quickly when i started till the maximum level now.. so isn't that a good thing?? hmmm... maybe not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now u might be thinking... hey.. aren't u suppose to be in adelaide to study and not work?? of coz im here to study, priority of coz will be given to studies n classes and all.. and of course my full time occupation now is a student =) and no im not a workaholic.. and yes, i love going to uni =) after all uni is the place the real fun work is =) assignments and exams, and chance to make people bleed and walk away with it all in the name of student =)&lt;br /&gt;and yes.. im crazy hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-8280468337951920668?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/8280468337951920668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=8280468337951920668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8280468337951920668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8280468337951920668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/08/walking-orange.html' title='the walking orange'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-3350264570478821233</id><published>2009-07-16T21:54:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:07:45.247+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on thinking caps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'>rubik cube</title><content type='html'>imagine life is like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;un arrange&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rubik&lt;/span&gt; cube. trying to arrange one side to make it a perfectly a same color is pretty easy right?? how about making all sides the same color =) not many has the skills to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets put our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt;. in today's society, everyone is aiming to be a prefect person. perfect personality, perfect family, perfect home, perfect choices and all. yet most of us will agree in this world, there is no such thing as perfect. the definition of perfect could mean the best of all, yet nothing will satisfy the craving of perfectness in human nature. a primary 5 kid will aim for a 100% for his/her test which he/she consider perfect score. yet as an adult, whats perfect? the word perfect has been use to lure all kinds of people into getting stuff, perfect holiday destination, perfect home, perfect car and perfect job. and 2 days later the once said perfect will be no longer be the perfect choice as a new perfect choice appear. so what happens to those that made the perfect choice before??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, choices human are creatures that link to other creatures(including plants and animals) that share the same place they are living in. humans are link to other humans some way or other. therefore decisions made by a single human will cause a domino effect to others as well.. in fact there is a chance the decision made is part of a domino effect of another decision the other end of earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rubik&lt;/span&gt; story. by aiming to be a perfect person, one might cause other creatures into more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;misery&lt;/span&gt; IF the person works alone. and if a perfect person doesn't want to give way, then others will not be able to be perfect. yet, if an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;imperfect&lt;/span&gt; person, refuse to be perfect, then others might not be able to be perfect as well. complex?? not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a twisting motion of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rubik&lt;/span&gt; cube will cause changes to at lease 3 other sides of the cube. if a single side refuse to move, then the other sides will not be able to move as well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; it into life, if a perfect person refuse to give in and just being selfish, although he might not know it, but he's causing suffering to other people around him/her. if fact, he might break other's perfect life just be be perfect himself. good examples are drug dealers... by selling drugs to earn money and get what he wants, he destroy life of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what other want to be perfect, and just a single person refuse to be perfect? going back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rubik&lt;/span&gt; cube, imagine a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-arranged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;rubik&lt;/span&gt; cube, all other five sides wants to have the same color, but the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; side refuse to move. is it possible to solve the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;rubik&lt;/span&gt; puzzle?? lets say the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; side has only green blue and yellow.. so u might think that the red and white surface will not be affected right? not exactly. thou the white and red surface might not be directly affected by the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; side, but maybe the last pieces to complete both red and white is in green. therefore, the main problem causing thing is still in the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; side refusing to move. in life, we rely on others to gain what we need to be perfect, and others rely on us in the same reasons and this goes on linking everyone together. if someone in the middle of the chain refuse to give what others need, then everyone behind the chain will be affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not impossible to solve a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;rubik&lt;/span&gt; cube, which in a way shows to us that all of us could have a perfect life if we are more willing to change, to give and take, and less selfish. if all side of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;rubik&lt;/span&gt; cube is willing to move and change places even if the move away from its own side for a moment, at the end, it will sure return to its own side to make a complete perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;rubik&lt;/span&gt; cube. just as life, if we are willing to share our most important share such as time(volunteering) or money(donation) or even by spending 1 hour having a needle stuck in your arm to donate blood or blood products. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;afterall&lt;/span&gt; what goes around come around right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-3350264570478821233?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/3350264570478821233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=3350264570478821233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3350264570478821233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3350264570478821233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/07/rubik-cube.html' title='rubik cube'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-8391966173740691137</id><published>2009-07-14T21:06:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:50:59.369+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><title type='text'>all in a days work</title><content type='html'>you know its a one of those not-so-good-day to work when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;u woke up late today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; phone battery died &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it rained heavily when u walked to work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at work, thing that are not suppose to break broke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not once.. but twice!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;u curse out loud.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;u spend extra 1 hour to repair the broken bits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;u were shivering the whole time in the workplace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;measurements&lt;/span&gt; went way off what it suppose to be &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;u spend 3 and a half hours just to do a 2 hour job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;u know the final product you made is not your best&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;u wanted the day to end earlier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; fingers went numb till u cant feel anything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to leave the house once u reach home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;u do the safest thing.. by doing nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at the end of the day.. u just want to sleep.. and start the new day hoping for better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;all in a days work eh?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-8391966173740691137?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/8391966173740691137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=8391966173740691137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8391966173740691137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8391966173740691137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-its-one-of-those-not-so-good.html' title='all in a days work'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-1497047417053651328</id><published>2009-06-17T22:05:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:15:00.644+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><title type='text'>snowman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small note: don't you think &lt;em&gt;Vincristine&lt;/em&gt; is a nice name for a girl for a couple of vincent and christine?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant stop myself posting this picture over here....... just can't.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who say's they can't make a snow man in Adelaide?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SjjjS93p_MI/AAAAAAAAAwo/hOdGUvSYFn0/s1600-h/IMG_0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348274472487615682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SjjjS93p_MI/AAAAAAAAAwo/hOdGUvSYFn0/s400/IMG_0529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*frosty the snow man~~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont you think is cute??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;[signs of exam period.....]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-1497047417053651328?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/1497047417053651328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=1497047417053651328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1497047417053651328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1497047417053651328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/06/snowman.html' title='snowman'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SjjjS93p_MI/AAAAAAAAAwo/hOdGUvSYFn0/s72-c/IMG_0529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-574898149552475807</id><published>2009-06-15T18:27:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:56:10.287+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of boredom.'/><title type='text'>the orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;having a strong love hate relationship with facebook. and the ability to access facebook from his mobile makes this relationship worst&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;temporary divorcing his brand new 3 month old 'wife' &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;proposing marriage to a yellow and orange highlighter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got a crush on coffee again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thinks his lecture slides looks pretty with yellow and orange strides across&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;planing his honeymoon with his highlighters in the uni library&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;making &lt;em&gt;Rang &amp;amp; Dale&lt;/em&gt; talk to &lt;em&gt;Brock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;other than that... &lt;em&gt;the walking orange&lt;/em&gt; also&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;almost lost his finger nail..... again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;just found out his brand new shoes has worn out.. there is a hole in the sole!!! n i just started wearing that shoe just 4 months ago!!!! *sigh* maybe i should not walk anymore... a wheelchair will do =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has been eating non stop for some unknown reasons... yet somehow still weights erm... &lt;strike&gt;54.6 kg &lt;/strike&gt;light..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;been hiding from his contact list.... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wonders why cold air goes down and heat goes up..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wants a ever lasting constant temperature coffee mug.. (drinks get cold too quickly in winter... =/)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't really want the holidays to come...... =/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;still cant remember his exact exam dates.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wonders if he should return 'tag' on the fb note.. and also the tag from another blog.... hmmm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all the best in your exam mates ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-574898149552475807?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/574898149552475807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=574898149552475807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/574898149552475807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/574898149552475807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/06/orange_15.html' title='the orange'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-7704039019214040142</id><published>2009-06-04T15:11:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:39:19.884+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of boredom.'/><title type='text'>the orange</title><content type='html'>gosh... its that time of the year again where everyone is going "how's ur exams preperation going" than the normal "how are you?? " to start a conversation. in another 18 days, we will be having our 1st paper of the 2nd year as a podiatry student. and when exam comes, its the time where drinking coffee to stay awake and not sleep is forgiven ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long while since i last updated this site. previous post was in april, and now its already june. i have a few post typed in draff, yet i didn post it up due to my own reasons, this site isn't as close as before a few years back where i basically rant everything and anything out over here. now... lets just say life is getting more complicated where i rather spend more time in trying to uncomplicate things than ranting everything out and hope it goes uncomplicated by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recent updates on uni will be, been seeing patients, and so far 1st few clinical sessions went pretty well *i think* all the people i seen still have their 10 toes with them and non of them came back in with toes dropping off their feet yet.. *fingers cross*. as usual, this year being balancing work, studies and social life again. given previous experiences, i manage to balance out my time more better now.. saying more 'no' than 'yes' and erm.. basically isolating myself from time to time. big thanks to the gang that help me through the weeks where im rushing tru the assignments while the need to complete the notice board. i will be dead if u guys didn help me with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people wonder why i work every week, while actually i could just finish uni without working any part time jobs. well, given the current working hours and amount, basically i could self support my meals, and bills which is something i'm pretty proud of myself. of course as a student, especially in uni, failing isn't an option plus, now i have stuff that makes failing a horrible nightmare, anyway, the most happiest thing of all, i could get the things i like myself. recent buying that made me pretty sad, yet happy will be my new dell laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do wonder sometimes, how the local students do it. initially, i thought because they are staying with their family, they could manage their time better, since they dont have to cook and do house chores, but after knowing a friend of mine that basically self-support and study together, (she basically pays eveyrthing herself.. rent, bills, food etc. etc.) i started to wonder.. how can she do it?? as a student from malaysia, studing and working at the same time isn't our culture at all. we tend to concentrate on studying, and ENJOYING Uni life before starting to work. i do understand that mindset since i was brought up in malaysia to start with. yet sometimes i do get disappointed when people thinsk that its my lost as i cant spend time ENJOYING uni life as i got work to do. i'll get back to this topic after my exams.. holidays are really the best time to work!!! =P and yesh.. im planing to do so.. so dont stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yes, im going back home, sandakan, malaysia this coming summer break!! will be a short trip given i've been away from malaysia for 1 year plus now. funny, i realise i'm not a home sick person, but i make a new home everywhere i go.. =x wonder if this is a good thing?? haha.. and of course i like to go back and enjoy food n stuff back home, but i dont really mind staying back here not going back for the summer break too. is this normal?? neway.. im heading home in febuary next year.. till march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, off to class now.&lt;br /&gt;(orange signing off)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-7704039019214040142?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/7704039019214040142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=7704039019214040142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/7704039019214040142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/7704039019214040142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/06/orange.html' title='the orange'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-1533761315600201201</id><published>2009-04-22T01:12:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:47:07.447+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'>the orange</title><content type='html'>its almost a quarter of the year gone, and im currently feeling pretty drain already. given there is 3 more quarters to go, i wonder how this year will end. i might be as dried as the salted fishes they sell back in malaysia. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, currently having my mid term break. the planned relaxing break isn't happening as usual. my plans are never successful anyway. but, im just relaxing as much as possible to face the 2nd half of the year. i wonder the reason of being in adelaide for too long contributed to the feeling of being drained. maybe i should take a real holiday... physically, the body is fit and ready to go. yet mentally, its pretty much running at full speed. things just keep turning and churning and running over and over in the head. i wonder if that's what a computer feels every time its being switch on. if that's so, being a computer pretty much sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if we have a button or a spot on our body where, once activated, we could go into a shutdown mode. worry free, not needed to think about. and all. is not that things are bad here.. things are actually better than i expected. but little things when added up kinda makes a whole lot of bad stuff. oh well, will just take down one by one right?? or maybe 2 together... after all im pretty much able to handle it i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to understand people sometimes. sometimes, when u think u understand someone, but the truth is that will never happen. i once told my friend, 'i have lost the touch to understand people..' the thing my friend replied was, 'maybe is not you.. maybe is just people getting harder to understand'. it made me thinking is it true as we grow older, life gets more and more complicated? or is it true that things just get complicated because its meant to be complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people tell me im a fast person. i walk fast, i can work fast, type fast, and also think fast. i been walking fast till sometimes i wonder if that's the reason im not gaining weight. anyway, is being fast that good? is maximizing time really that important compare to being slower?? do you really get a better result if u do something slower but u put less heart in it?? do you 'think-too-much" when you think fast?? do your neurons over fire making you go 'if this, if that, if, if, and more if's?? does being fast really kills??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many unanswered questions running in the brain now.. what, how, why, who, this and that, some are pretty lame and unimportant, and some are things that i should be thinking about. yet, this questions will remain unanswered for the time being. and when the time comes, im sure that these questions will be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those that reads this and think im in a deep mess, don't worry, im just pretty much as usual.. after all, there are always ups and downs in life right?? there are so many things that i really want now. but the thing that i really need is to slow my brain down. just a little will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i need some happy post soon.... hmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-1533761315600201201?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/1533761315600201201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=1533761315600201201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1533761315600201201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1533761315600201201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/04/orange.html' title='the orange'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-2651428995147205724</id><published>2009-04-10T12:46:00.007+09:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:23:18.580+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of boredom.'/><title type='text'>cafe~</title><content type='html'>walking through the door, the aroma of the shop feels the atmosphere, the sound of milk being froth feels the air, soft conversations feels the ear and a welcome smile from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;barista&lt;/span&gt; welcomes. his graceful movements in making drinks is well known &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;throughout&lt;/span&gt; the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"one regular latte please" he said. looking into the shop, he spotted a glowing smile sitting at the back corner, everything else dissolve into the background. he smiled back, collecting his warm latte he walks steadily to the glow. he sat, right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of the glow, ignoring everything else, with a bright smile in front of him, he asked, "how are you today dear??" she answered cheerfully, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; good. how was work today?"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;further down the shop, a lady, well dressed sitting alone. her face shows loneliness, and her wrinkled face shows aged. her frail hands pick up the mug of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cappuccino&lt;/span&gt; bringing it closer to her mouth. the froth covers her lips, and she smiled lightly, giving sense of joy. gently with the other thin looking hand, she wipes off her lips and wonders back to her long deep thoughts. her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;surrounding&lt;/span&gt; dissolves instantly, with her long stare into the mug. she remembered the times when she brought her daughter with her into the shop, sitting at the exact same table, enjoying a cup of hot chocolate. but with work and family taking over her daughter's life, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; left a memory and a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the next table, a man, in the forties, quickly sat down, putting his bag next to him and lay his cup of long black on the table next to his newspaper. without looking he grab a brown paper packet, tear it and pour the contend into the cup. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stirring&lt;/span&gt; it with his left, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;flipping&lt;/span&gt; with his right, with such skills that as if he was doing it for years. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;baristar&lt;/span&gt; brought his choc chip muffin and put it down for him. after glancing through the headlines, he put his paper aside, and cuts the muffin and place them into his mouth, he looks out of the window of the shop, with a focused face, he continues with his meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cold autumn weather, brought a couple in, cuddling in the corner, whispering to each other, with a cup of mocha in between their hands, with a right hand stretch across her shoulder, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hers&lt;/span&gt; on his lap, they chatted away. not bothering stares from others. with little chuckles from time to time. sipping from the mug, seems like the most happiest thing to do there. the sweetness feeling of their conversation is spreading, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;barista&lt;/span&gt; look at them, he smiled, remembering the times he met his wife, many many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the sun goes to rest, and the sky turn yellow, they slowly left the shop, leaving the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;barista&lt;/span&gt; alone. he quickly cleans up, sweep the floor, and close the cashier. leaving the shop and heads home, with his heart, contended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-2651428995147205724?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/2651428995147205724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=2651428995147205724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/2651428995147205724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/2651428995147205724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/04/cafe.html' title='cafe~'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-8592920458158406130</id><published>2009-04-07T20:58:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:38:35.066+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh~'/><title type='text'>1200 AUD</title><content type='html'>100 hours of work in the kitchen (ave 12 AUD per hour) +&lt;br /&gt;100 hours of work in the with the grinders (12 AUD per hour)&lt;br /&gt;= 1200 AUD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;==============================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1200 AUD =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1090 days of advertiser newspaper (1.10 AUD each)&lt;br /&gt;869 metro bus trips (1.35 AUD each)&lt;br /&gt;674 bags of potato chips (1.78 AUD each)&lt;br /&gt;603 loafs of bread (1.99 AUD each)&lt;br /&gt;521 tempura chicken sushi rolls (2.30 AUD each)&lt;br /&gt;342 bags of chips (3.50 AUD each)&lt;br /&gt;303 cups of regular latte (3.95 AUD each)&lt;br /&gt;266 cups of bubble tea (4.50 AUD each)&lt;br /&gt;242 cups of regular irish nut creme (4.95 AUD each)&lt;br /&gt;240 cheese burger regular meal at hungry jacks (aprox 5 AUD each)&lt;br /&gt;151 family size australian pizza special (7.90 AUD each)&lt;br /&gt;150 1 foot long subway sandwich (aprox 8 AUD each)&lt;br /&gt;133 movies at the cinema (9 AUD per ticket)&lt;br /&gt;80 meals outside at a nice restaurant (ave 15 AUD each)&lt;br /&gt;64 3D movies trip at imax cinema (18.5 AUD per ticket)&lt;br /&gt;60 tee shirts (ave 20 AUD each)&lt;br /&gt;12 1kg lindt chocolate bunnies (100 AUD each)&lt;br /&gt;10 3kg cocolat easter chocolate egg (120 AUD each)&lt;br /&gt;4 new digital camerars (250 AUD each)&lt;br /&gt;1 trip back home without budget airline (~aprox 1200 AUD 2 way ticket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish list = frozen&lt;br /&gt;holiday plans = frozen&lt;br /&gt;volunteer plans = pending&lt;br /&gt;work plans = pending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;*takes knive n stabs heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i will survive.....&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/2846584585901160682-8592920458158406130?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/8592920458158406130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=8592920458158406130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8592920458158406130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8592920458158406130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/04/1200-aud.html' title='1200 AUD'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-2673399643832012616</id><published>2009-03-15T23:38:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:48:59.364+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on thinking caps'/><title type='text'>the scales</title><content type='html'>try making up a simple scale, with 2 ends and a fulcrum right in the middle, put weights at both ends and make it balance. simple? alright, making the same device, but changing the 2 ends to a 3 ended scale. putting a 'Y' shape object with 3 same length arms, and make it balance, pretty simple too right? how bout making it 4?? a '+' shape objects with 4 arms, balance it on a fulcrum and making sure its flat. still a simple task right? now.. if we increase the number of arms till its a shape of a flat circle, like a dinner plate as an example. putting the middle of the dinner plate on a nail, balancing it, then try putting food all around the surface of the plate and balance it, making sure its flat so that the sauce of the food won't spill over, how easy is that?? pretty hard huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember once, a maths lecturer of mine is giving one of his 'life-101' lecture right in the middle of his maths class which makes me wonder till now and i quote, &lt;em&gt;"you learn all this things [maths equations and all] is to learn how to balance in life"&lt;/em&gt; of everything he taught me, that's the only thing that sits in my head. learning how to balance in life is a pretty difficult task to do. there are no books, laws, research papers, or anything that could be taken as a guide or to help u to perform this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the dinner plate scale we have there, you are going to put your food on it, balancing it on the nail, carefully placed, you will have a balance plate, with all the food you could have on top. you might put the biggest and heaviest food in the middle and the lightest at the side to keep the plate balance. then you could enjoy a decent peaceful dinner. you might need to move the food a little around to keep the balance, but yes, dinner will be still pleasant and enjoyable. theoretically, by the law of physics and all, its something that could be done with careful calculations of weight, and distance from the axis. but doing it in real life, there are things like, gravity, wind, vibrations and all those variables which could cause the plate to topple over. once that happens, your dinner will be on the floor, you might break your plate, and might even burn yourself with the hot food. whats worst, you might just spoil the night having dinner with your friends, or maybe even injured yourself from the hot food or broken glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that everyone has a good picture of that, change the plate into 'LIFE' and the food into "COMMITMENTS', and there you are right in the middle of the plate. balancing your life with the commitments above making sure it doesn't fall down, you will most probably put the heaviest commitments right in the middle of the plate, and all the lesser ones further and further away from the middle, with the lightest the furthest away at the edge. balancing them all around. once u acquire balance, you will put in effort to maintain them. theoretically, you could divide your time, manage your money and manage your commitments. at times your plate might tilt and the ones on the edge might fall off, but at the end you still could maintain the balance of your plate. BUT, what if, people keep handing you more and more food, so much so that u couldn't finish them. you keep stacking and stacking the food on the plate. then you start throwing away the little food on the sides on your plate go give space to bigger heavier food. be reminded that the plate is still on a nail. at one point, the plate for sure its going to topple and fall. which is exactly the same in life. when one gets too much commitments, their life will go off balance. in life, we tend to pay more attention on bigger commitments, and leave the smaller and less important ones a side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you might say, "all right, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; decided not to take dinner, therefore my plate will be empty!!that will solve all problems right?" you could for a meal or two, but won't you starve to death that way? by not eating any food, you could enjoy the dinner with an empty plate having to problems balancing it on the nail, but, how long could you survive without food? 1 day?? 1 week?? could you go 1 year? food in this picture is essential in survival. there is no such thing as a life without commitments. but, like above, theoretically, it could be balance with all the food above. but how about all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-accountable variables in life?? people keep putting more and more commitments into you that you couldn't have a balance life anymore. and to mealy keeping the balance, you kick off all the smaller less important commitments like, replying an email to an old friend or chatting with the course mate you once close with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as commitments increase so much so that your life loses balance and topple down. sometimes your life might not break and you will have a life to pick up. others might have a bad fall, breaking their life into pieces. their friends might think he's no good anymore and leave, leaving him alone, without a life. as he pick his broken pieces back, he might hurt himself, he could have move on, getting a new life, starting all over again, but how many people out there could do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people around you just don't understand how much food you could take, and the effort in keeping your plate balance. they keep putting food on your plate, throwing everything off, and when you tell them that you could not handle any more, they give might use hurtful words in responds. they couldn't have taught how hard to for you to keep the balance, as they aren't the one balancing them, they might think another piece of small cake won't do any harm, but in fact that small piece of cake might be the last straw that breaks the camel's back. you could have spend so much time and effort balancing life as well as you could, by being fair to everyone, and all your commitments, yet, some others might just not see that. to them, accepting their given food is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is never balance you could say, yet, at lease try to make it as balance as possible, try not to drop too many commitments, throw away those that's taste bad, and keep the most important ones closes to you. some commitments are never worth to be kept on the plate in the 1st place. while others could be eaten quickly. and if you really had too much, maybe you could ask your friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; they could share the dinner with you. that will then help you keep your balance in place. at the end balancing all of them on the plate, and hopefully, all of us could enjoy a decent dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-2673399643832012616?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/2673399643832012616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=2673399643832012616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/2673399643832012616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/2673399643832012616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/03/scales.html' title='the scales'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-869030219302126769</id><published>2009-03-07T00:17:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-07T02:39:34.785+10:30</updated><title type='text'>in loving memories.</title><content type='html'>its already been a very long while since the last time we had a good conversation, or had a meal together, or even walk around together. its been a very, very long while you drove me around, or cook a meal. its already more than i year since i last saw you, last spoke to you, and last hear you speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are always a good cook. every dish coming out of your kitchen is one of the few best food i ever had. if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not wrong, you taught us how to make our 1st layer cake, how to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and many more. that was many many years ago. other than that, your 'bread-banana' thing.. can't find a substitute to it. i have always had a good time in your kitchen trying to help you out and having fun with all your kitchen equipments.. every year when i get back, i will always be looking forward to your cooked meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the times i take a ride in your red little car, with my brother and my cousins. you always try to entertain us by calling us to count stuff on the way... like how many red cars, or flower pots along the road and all. i remembered we all go excited and start counting.. and we happily tell you how many we got at the end of trip..  and also you telling us about the place. u like to take us to eat the best food around the place, hunting down the meat ball noodles, best mee goreng stall and many more all over the island. u also took us to markets to get your groceries.. and also shop at supermarkets, telling us which brand to get, and which not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember every year, you get my brother's and my measurements, and every end of the year, we will have new PJ's, and they comes in sets!!! you always make them bigger so that i could grow into it. till now, i still have them with me. i think its almost 10 years now. i even brought 2 of them over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adelaide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with me. not only that, i still remember you made my brother and i a pillow and a bolster each, we use to 'fight' with them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;, till they went soft... i think the pillow is still at home. i managed to save it from being thrown away... i still remember the times, i hover around you and your sewing machine, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; you turn cloth in to clothes. i remember when ever i had some missing buttons or broken zip, you could always fix them. i remember you putting all the spare buttons in the film container in your sewing table. and i love pouring them out and have a look. i remembered u also taught us how to sew, with needle and thread. and also u always challenge us to put the thread into the needle. at times i remembered u get one of us, to put the thread into your sewing machine's needle as you couldn't see properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when ever you hear one of us is sick, or unwell, you will tell us what to do. what medications to take. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure, you will boil good soup for us. i remembered u made one of the best porridge with chicken and vegetables. i could remember my brother asking my mum why can't he get the same nice porridge when he is sick while grandma isn't there. you will get herbs to boil soup to help us 'cool' down. you also teach us on what the types of herbs which are good for the appropriate body parts. and i remembered u always get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-pack herbs for us to bring back to be boiled into soup. when i was young, i almost believe that you could cure all kinds of sickness. and also your, 'magic oil'. the herbal 'oil' that could cure almost anything, from cuts, burns, to tummy ache. i always love the smell of that 'oil'. yet, when you are sick, i haven't been doing anything much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the days i spend at your house, they are the earliest mornings that i could automatically wake up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; early without help. and i will spend the mornings watching video tapes in the living room. you will always make me drink a cup of water the 1st thing after i wake up. i remember once you gave me an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; bitter drink, and you told me its something i love to drink. what a shock u gave me that morning!! u taught me to drink the mixture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kopi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; O mix, eating cream &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cracker&lt;/span&gt; with butter, jam, or condense milk. i really like the house you have in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mutiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; court. i always miss the smell there. i am always excited to go to your house. the times my brother and i race to your door, climb up the metal screen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;door&lt;/span&gt; to press the doorbell numerous times and shout for your name on top of our lungs.. and you will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt;... "coming!!!" we always do that even our mum or someone else have the keys to your house for the fun on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your house has many memories in me. the times i play hide and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;seek&lt;/span&gt; with my cousins, jump around the bed with my brother, made a 'mattress-fort' with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mattress&lt;/span&gt; and pillows. the times where almost the whole family, aunts, uncles and cousins pack together and sleep in the living room on the floor and many many more. i remembered that in your house, i found the love of jigsaw puzzles, and in your house, is where my brother and i completed our 1st 1000 pieces jigsaw puzzle. then you encourage us to frame the picture up. in your house too, you, my brother, and i and sometimes cousins, join together to watch series, where you will explain to us whats happening in the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; new year, i will be expecting a big parcel send by you with all the new year goodies in it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; love letters, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;kuih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bangkit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, almond cookies, and many more. its sometimes hard to imagine how you could send so many things from the the west end of the country to the east end of the country. your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; new year goodies always makes me feel special as there isn't other houses having the same new year goodies as us. and every birthday, u will give us a red packet, and also call us to wish us 'happy birthday'. thou i wasn't very appreciative when i was younger, i wish to hear that this year... but that most probably now only a wish. although throughout my childhood, i only visit you about 3 weeks every year, my growth is always being updated to you from my mum from your phone calls. i still remember, you will call quite frequently, almost once every month without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recent years, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been able to do much of those already. few days ago, you left us, and today, you officially left the physical world. its sad that i couldn't be there one last time, and i always thought i could see u again next year. yet, even thou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; far and away, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sure you will always be around. i know you are in a better place now. i will go back and visit you for sure. i hope you are better there. you have gave me endless memories and for sure, you will be always remembered. in loving memories to my dearest &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;porpor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-869030219302126769?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/869030219302126769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=869030219302126769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/869030219302126769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/869030219302126769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-loving-memories.html' title='in loving memories.'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-3260501887245338503</id><published>2009-02-27T00:15:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:16:21.641+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on thinking caps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'>cardiomegaly~ (help)</title><content type='html'>i think i have cardiomegaly. to those non familiar with medical terms.. 'cardio' means heart.. and megaly means 'enlarge' [i think]. its a medical condition where the heart is enlarge or bigger than usual. now, dont worry yet... there is nothing wrong with my heart physically [yet]....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;===================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time u drop your lose change to a donation tin after buying your coffee??&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time u hold the bus door open till the last person hops off??&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time u pick up something for some one??&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time u HELP and unknown stranger for directions?&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you RECEIVE help??&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you OFFERED to help??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been awhile i been helping people with their problems. helping from simple tiny stuff.. to kinda major stuff, all i been there. since a young age, moral values of 'helping others' somehow work its way into me which makes part of me now to help others. and recently i found out when ever some1 ask for help, the 1st think that comes across my mind will be, hmm.. how and what is the fastest way to help this person. the things that i can do? and also the 'maybe' situations that could happen. somehow i just got a feeling i put my whole self into helping the someone that ask for it. if u call me up at 4 in the morning and say you need help, or just want to talk or want some1 to listen, i'll gladly do it. no questions ask. of couese, i won't let those task interfere with my daily life, work n classes... but sometimes.. rules can be bend.. depending on situation rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"wenqi are you free on...... can you help out for the........."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"on the.............?? yea sure.. how can i help you?? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i help people because people ask for help. and for people asking for help obviously they need it. Sooo... being train to get task done fast, and learning that things could only be done by using your heart, therefore, when people ask for help, i would quickly get it done with with the best i could. and not complain ( or maybe a little =P) about the hardship to get the task accomplished. putting everything i have, and my free time to get something done, is something i feel good. thou it might cause some trouble here n there, but I'm happy when i help some one out of their worries or problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"wenqi, i need your help, urgent!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"huh?? relax.. wats up??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a person with a 'helpful' heart is in a moral prospective is the optimal outcome. While i am walking around the city, people will approach me for a few dollars to catch a bus, a programed answer of &lt;em&gt;'i'm sorry, i don't have any&lt;/em&gt;' even with my pocket jingling with lose change will come out. after walking away, i always wonder, how will that person get home? should i turn back and give him some money? another situation will be buskers in the city. i must admit they can really entertain people, yet, a self programed action of walking away right after he finishes performing usually takes place. and sometimes, i feel bad for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"wenqi, could you please help me to get this in the city later??"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah sure, i'm going down there later anyway.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helping people isn't as easy as it sounds. small situations like fetching a book or buying lunch doesn't matter me much. yet, being helpful, or over helpful might be viewed as naive, easily being used and whats worse, stupid. yet, i felt that i use lots of help before which i think i deserve to return favours. thinking back, [not that i'm expecting any return here...] i've been helping so many people, that i feel kinda tired now. and i sometimes wonder, is it worth all the effort to do so?? or just pure of a waste of time (and sometimes money)?? being there for a friend, or even go donating blood, might not cost anything or mean anything to many others, but for your own self, the time and energy to perform these task, have anyone ever wondered?? does it mean anything to yourself??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"can you help me inform others about the.........??"&lt;br /&gt;"yah.. consider it done."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no unit of measurement in helping someone. we cannot count, things like "i already 'perform' 2 big help and 1 small help today". yet when we agree to help, we should put out our best to finish the task and not hoping for any return. i might feel being use at times, or feel tired on the nights, and maybe even worry that i didn't help enough. maybe i am kind, or just pure naive. sometimes when you help others, people put you down, saying its stupid to do so, or other people will help them and not to trouble yourself. which is kind of true, i am not god or a powerful person where i could help everyone that come asking for it. its sad to turn people down. in fact, i don't like to turn people down but at times, there isn't much i can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hey.. i need the phone number of ........... fast!! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ok ok.. give me a sec.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a limit to everything including the amout of things i could do in a day. at the end of the day, i really wonder, what made me the 'yes-man??" what made me do all that, what drove me to that level to help some one. isn't it easier to just say, 'oh i'm sorry, i'm pretty busy... i can't help you'. maybe i just give in too easily... or maybe its just me. back to the &lt;em&gt;cardiomegaly&lt;/em&gt;, the enlarge 'helping' heart of mine sometimes give me doubts on everything i am doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"thank you very much!!! thanks alot.. really thank you!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"ok ok.. dont thank d...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-3260501887245338503?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/3260501887245338503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=3260501887245338503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3260501887245338503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3260501887245338503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/02/cardiomegaly-help.html' title='cardiomegaly~ (help)'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-182067347790697707</id><published>2009-01-31T10:47:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:52:28.760+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><title type='text'>20 random facts</title><content type='html'>i was tag in facebook and i thought i might as well put it here too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================================&lt;br /&gt;Rules of engagement: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 20 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 20 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my holidays isn't as boring as i thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i have the ability not to get angry at people. and i can't remember the last time people made me angry. or maybe i'm just patient... *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i have no sense of being insulted. people might insult me and i just don't care about it.. or maybe i just don't care what people insult me because i'm too lazy to humor their small tiny minds. is this a good thing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i like going out no matter what the weather is. the 2 most extreme cases i ever experience so far will be walking under 46 degrees heat. and also walking in 3 degrees at night with only a jacket, t-shirt, shorts n slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) i once wanted to be a policeman, fireman, soldier, and a doctor.. before proceding to dream to be a neurosurgeon... but ended up studying to be a podiatrist now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) coffee and tea is a must for me in the mornings... extra cups are welcome throughout the day. sadly, no1 is free to drink coffee with me currently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) i have not experience an injury free week since erm.... i cant remember november 2008??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) i can go lack of sleep for days without having eye bags. and i have like 5 pimples a year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) i love nuts.. all kind of nuts.. they make me nuts.. haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) i have the ability not to gain or gain minimal amount of weight even though i eat a lot. therefore i gave up trying to gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) i wish i could have more pineapple tarts for this chinese new year because the ones i have is gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) i have higher tolerance to heat n cold compare to other people.. and i have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) i think i just killed a patch of skin on my 2nd finger of my right hand due to handling hot melted plastic in one of my part time jobs. i can see a patch of white skin of my finger after doing the dishes in another part time job of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) my 1st class of the 1st semester of 2nd year starts at 8 on a monday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) i can bake!!! my record was erm.. butter cake.. egg cake.. and more butter cake.. i made cookies before.. but it ended up as a fail product.. and i wonder why they say guys cant cook and bake... hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) my hairstyle keep changing till i have no idea what is it suppose to look like now.. it started with straight down the middle, then was push to the left, and right, and left, and middle again and.... erm.. im not sure where it goes now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) i prefer to take pictures than being taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) i have torn 2 pairs of my jeans in a week last december... and i have no idea how it happend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) all my friends keep wondering why i am still single....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) i am thinking how many of the readers notice that there is no point 16 above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-182067347790697707?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/182067347790697707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=182067347790697707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/182067347790697707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/182067347790697707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/01/20-random-facts.html' title='20 random facts'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-1742443564760992792</id><published>2009-01-29T11:40:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:53:33.711+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of boredom.'/><title type='text'>heat wave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SYEEWv_Qn9I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/oy0rEt1eiWc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296519425649844178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SYEEWv_Qn9I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/oy0rEt1eiWc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot Hot Hot Hot HOT HOT HOT HOT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adelaide temperatures have been max-ing at 45.6 yesterday and most probably today as well. hottest in almost 70 years of history of adelaide temperature. and for the following week as well.. according to the news, the lowest was at 12 a.m. in the morning at about 32 degrees and went up again to 39 at 9 o'clock in the morning. imagine sleeping at 32 degrees.... is like sleeping in 12 o'clock afternoon in malaysia... without aircon... feel like a roasted pig now.. phew~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-1742443564760992792?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/1742443564760992792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=1742443564760992792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1742443564760992792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1742443564760992792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/01/heat-wave.html' title='heat wave'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SYEEWv_Qn9I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/oy0rEt1eiWc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-3334810822060505196</id><published>2009-01-20T21:21:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:36:15.106+10:30</updated><title type='text'>i want</title><content type='html'>i want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original windows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt; pack,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sony&lt;/span&gt; stick, 1G or 2G or any other equivalent MP3 player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;wardrobe &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espresso machine&lt;br /&gt;sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;wide brim hat&lt;br /&gt;auto producing sun block skin&lt;br /&gt;week without injuries&lt;br /&gt;unlimited supply of nuts&lt;br /&gt;unlimited streaming quota&lt;br /&gt;an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ikea&lt;/span&gt; home... without me maintaining it =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-3334810822060505196?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/3334810822060505196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=3334810822060505196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3334810822060505196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3334810822060505196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want.html' title='i want'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-1191460113453690516</id><published>2009-01-09T12:20:00.007+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:37:59.923+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'>the walking orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'OOoooOOOO for Orange'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1st thing that people come across the word orange, will most probably the round bright color fruit which is high in vitamin C, high in fiber and one of the most popular fruit among children that starts with the letter 'O'. other than that, orange also could mean the a color between the mixture of red and yellow. after searching for multiple sites for the meaning of this color, as summary, ORANGE --Happy, courageous, successful, enthusiasm, bold, adventuresome, friendliness, warmth, informality, welcoming, movement, energy etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so, why the walking orange?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;erm.. i don't really know........ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from this site, the word orange has came up with a new meaning. me. the walking orange a.k.a me, has been really popular now this year among the people here.. which was quite a surprise for me as, well, the walking orange should only be alive through the computer screen. and whats more surprising is, whenever something that is related to the word orange, all fingers will be pointed back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back after being blogging for about 5 years now and having some loyal readers around.. which i was surprise as my blogs are usually LONG and without any nice pictures.. its surprising people still strain their eyes in the page. going back into history, i still couldn't figure out why i named myself orange. anyway, the truth behind me being labeled as a fruit isn't that important anymore. now the walking orange has a constant but tiny flow of readers which keeps me amused where somehow people still come back to my long and wordy site to seek something me myself isn't sure myself. clearly this past time of mine provides me with some entertainment and also keeps my brain from functioning properly during times of total boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;orange is the happiest color ~ frank sinatra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging was once a place where i crap the hell out as i know not many will read anyway. not much people knows my blog existed and although its not personal, yet i don't promote it and &lt;strike&gt;force&lt;/strike&gt; invite people to visit and drop comments and stuff, yet from time to time, new readers will drop their footprint here, which again, makes me happy. most of the post here are pretty more on life happenings and also the weired thoughts that i have. some might be just a waste of time reading it. last good point i could take my blogging past time would be a place for me to so call improve my english.. but then, my grammar here are pretty screwed anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the walking oranqi~ TC n gang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, back to the orange story. never near to my expectation where the walking orange has been so well known among my friends till i have been an iconic figure of an orange to them. being nicknamed as 'oranqi' (read as 'oran chi' *i think*) begun after a surprised birthday celebration where i was bath right next to the river (refer big splash 08'). from that day onwards, i was known as, wenqi, the walking orange.. i was actually planing to let the name orange only to be use on the net, but then, somehow, it spread to the real world, nevertheless, it gave joy to a number of people relating orange to me or me to orange.. which ever come into their mind.. its sure weired if people here starts calling me orange.. 'Hey orange, wanna go for a drink??" or, " i'm looking for a... erm.. an Orange.. is he in??" or "may i speak to Orange please??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is wenqi the walking orange&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh hello.. err.. orange? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hi.. yea.. orange..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the walking orange has help me to connect with people around the world. i got to know a course mate of mine from malaysia via this site too. n also keeping connected to many others via my updates on life here. its hard to maintain ties with friends especially when all of them is all over the world. and its quite boring telling everyone the same story again and again in different instant messaging windows, therefore this site has help a lot in that case. thou at times, laziness will take over and prevents me from updating but, that usually wont last long.. 1 month the most?? haha the walking orange has been up and running for almost 4 years now, and till now, i cant recall the history of this name, nor i will try. after all, why change a name that suits me well eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the walking orange @ orangengwq.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-1191460113453690516?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/1191460113453690516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=1191460113453690516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1191460113453690516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1191460113453690516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2009/01/walking-orange.html' title='the walking orange'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-7443986906004911053</id><published>2008-12-30T21:54:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:20:59.490+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'>land below the wind~</title><content type='html'>december has come to a gentle ending where the year of 2008, there's been lots of changes happening around life here. being staying away from malaysia for almost 10 months, missing contact of malaysian's sun, rain and air but somehow, i don't really miss the food there yet as much as others. maybe i already accepted that i wont be tasting any of them for the next 20 months after i leave the country. after all, cooking my own meals here almost makes it taste like home anyway. somehow i feel that those people that really says they can't find good food in adelaide is kinda over reacting. those that say's adelaide is boring and can't wait to leave here, is also over reacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i came from a place where many would say its a 'jungle' yet i am also a frequent traveller back to the pearl of the orient. i would say i experienced what a developed place and underdeveloped place looks like. recently i receive an email that basically tells the story on how the state i grow up in was being marginalised by others. nevertheless, that place thought me that we could make many things out of what we have and the grass is not always greener on the other side. the town i grow up in have no night life, the cinema was only 2 years old, we don't have any shopping complex nor place that sells branded clothes. we have no white beaches or five star hotels or resorts. yet we have an airport big enough to land 737's and is accepting flights from Philippines as well. We also have the one of the few sanctuaries that house the near extinct orang utan. a turtle nesting ground is only a few minutes boat ride from the town im staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered that our power supply and water was constantly cut. thought i lived in a terrace house, i experience studying by the candle light and taking bath tru pails of water. i enjoy those moments where we could play with the melted wax and make shapes out of it. i constantly held my laughter silently when i hear people in 'bigger' cities never know how to use a match stick. i stayed in a housing area where in the evenings people will go out to play and jog around the park. there we still see kids chasing each other along the road without worrying about the cars and no over protective parents treating everyone on the road as criminals hiding their child from the sun as have our own security guard on partol every hour around the housing estate. yet we have full access of the Internet, and we also do stuff what other kids in larger cities do with their computers such as playing online games, downloading movies, and not to mention blogging. we have the same internet access as larger cities in my country.. we also have astro services and also those 'large-satellite-dish receivers' operating around. what makes you more advance than us anyway??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to a primary school in a building with a huge crack on the floor at the back, predicted to collapse soon, yet the building is still standing today, and the crack is still visible till this very minute. my school don't have a football field, or a big car park, situated next to graveyards and was apparently used as a hospital during the WW2. yet, we love our school very much. we have 7 cubicles for guys and about 8-10 for girls shared by almost 1000+ students. the toilet was only recently given a brighter tiles 4 years ago. 2 of the roads to our school are always at risk of landslide during rainy sessions and the other access is only a 2 lane road which will be pack with school buses and parents cars during the end of the day.   given all this circumstances in a city, i wonder if anybody still wants go come to our school to study. yet our school was the best school with the most top scorers in my town at least during my time. many got scholarships and studying overseas in fields such as medicine and engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all the shortcomings in the town i grew up with, we learn something most of us never had the chance to do so. we learn how to compromise, how to make the best of everything and learn how to give and take from each other. best parts of all, we experience jungle tracking right behind our school, a 6 hour hike from our school to the housing estate I'm living in, which includes real jungle experience without a walking trail, into rivers, and also to go down a 3 story high cliff. this trail was 'open' by our school's scout team. we experience starry nights during blackouts, we experience candle light dinner with family, with the sound of cricket and other insects accompany us and not the sound of the TVB drama behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place i grew up in wasn't the place i was born in. yet i like that place very much. there are so many things to do there. its not that i don't like the pearl of the orient. i love the island very much too, but both have their specialities to be love. for those that says sabah is uncivilised, please check the internet you are so proud of for the real facts. if u see sabah there, u see that we also have access to the internet. just to let you know, people in adelaide knows where is north borneo(sabah) much more better than where is malaysia. and you want to know how i let people know where im from?? 'im a malaysian from north borneo...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. im sorry that this sounds like a hate post... =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-7443986906004911053?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/7443986906004911053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=7443986906004911053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/7443986906004911053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/7443986906004911053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/12/land-below-wind.html' title='land below the wind~'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-577231379154767989</id><published>2008-12-08T16:04:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:48.908+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'>bits n pieces of dec</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/STy3AaFgoNI/AAAAAAAAAvo/sJ4CHmIHm28/s1600-h/IMG_0357+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/STy3AvvM6PI/AAAAAAAAAvw/B_5nPuxjdrI/s1600-h/IMG_0425+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277294086813706482" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/STy3AvvM6PI/AAAAAAAAAvw/B_5nPuxjdrI/s400/IMG_0425+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, exams are over, and the dreadful wait for results are here. i guess, everything should be fine right. sometimes i really wonder, whether wishing each other all the best really make a significant sign in the exam results. is that the more people that wish you 'all the best' would lower the probability of you doing badly in exams?? sound superstitious thou, nevertheless, i guess one wishing another all the best in one of the most stressful situation in life will not bring much harm right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays have begun, and most of my friends are already back in malaysia. saturday night, i was rushing for one of the big projects me and my friends made for other friends. looking back into the project, i realised that i already start to miss them. there are a few that i have been seeing them for the past month almost daily. through the weekly gathering, random beach outings, group studying and so on. well, i've already being prepared that i'm not going back this year, and already have plans for the 3 months break, somehow still can't ignore the fact that i am going to miss them. and guess what, i already miss them already =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is, i guess i have no fate in group trips. since form 3, i never join a group trip with my friends, i have no idea why that happens, every year, there are trips planed by my friends, i really wish to go and really love to join them, yet, somehow something prevented me to do so. form 3 was a trip to climb mt kinabalu, form 4 was a camping trip, form 5 *cant remember* 2006, *can't remember* and 2o07 was a KK trip... i guess, im kinda immune to tell people, "oh im sorry i can't join you all.. i (inserts reason). i will join another time okay??" i really wonder whether there is another time. there is also a trip early next year where group of my friends will be going along west malaysia, but i wont be around as well. i guess, i have really no fate on going on trips with my friends. sigh~ nevertheless, i wish they will enjoy themselves and have fun. yet be careful and take care always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.. Christmas is here, and parents will be popping over this saturday. so i guess december will be quite occupied. not forgetting the 2 jobs i have in line now. i wonder how im suppose to balance all of them.. hahaha.. well, i guess i will somehow. plans for the holiday?? will be exploring adelaide with my parents, work, drown myself with anime and drama and i guess, maybe learn abit of chinese right?? after all, im a 'semi banana' now.. and should upgrade to a 'one quarter banana' already. hahaha.. till then, short updates from me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i will be cleaning my blog links soon, so those links that i can't gain access will be.. erm.. 'put aside' so yea, let me know if the links are functioning okay.. *thou i don't think any1 will do so..* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-577231379154767989?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/577231379154767989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=577231379154767989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/577231379154767989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/577231379154767989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/12/bits-n-pieces-of-dec.html' title='bits n pieces of dec'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/STy3AvvM6PI/AAAAAAAAAvw/B_5nPuxjdrI/s72-c/IMG_0425+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-1021803805977623423</id><published>2008-11-30T22:00:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:18:25.308+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on thinking caps'/><title type='text'>Houseflies~</title><content type='html'>as spring arrives and temperature hits above 27 degrees, its interesting that there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amazingly&lt;/span&gt; plenty of housefly flying around in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adeaide&lt;/span&gt;. and interestingly as well, these houseflies are just like thermometers.. if the temperature is below 25 degrees, you wont even see one of them around and if temperature increases, the hotter it goes, the more housefly there are. these houseflies are basically irritating, stupid and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;... slow. nevertheless, they are all really irritating if they keep flying around you. EVEN when you get a nice shower and you smell like a garden of flowers they will still fly to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the number of housefly around, you will notice men and women practicing all kinds of methods to swap them away... below are the list that kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thousand Arms B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uddha&lt;/span&gt; Housefly Shield&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there are only 2 arms in every human, if there are a large number of housefly this method is highly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;recommended&lt;/span&gt;. by moving your arms randomly in a very fast motion, in all directions, you can almost swap all the houseflies away into your surroundings. not only houseflies, all other movable living organisms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; humans will also move away in fear of this highly specialize &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;martial&lt;/span&gt; art. this thousand arms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;buddha&lt;/span&gt; housefly shield also can be use if you only have one arm that is free. just move the free arm twice as fast and twice as random to have the same effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ai&lt;/span&gt; Chi Housefly K&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ung&lt;/span&gt;-f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a slow and gracious yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lethal&lt;/span&gt; to housefly move which usually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; peace from houseflies. usually most effective if there is only one housefly around. by moving your hand gracefully and slowly near to the housefly and with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sudden&lt;/span&gt; increase speed and power, whack the housefly away. this usually causes the housefly to lose the flight path and hit to something solid and fall to the floor. effective when you are sitting in a fix position and by hitting the housefly to the near by wall or table, it will for sure not disturb you for the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time. Or, if you have mastered this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt;, you can aim the housefly at someone near by and hit it across the room into another person's face. practice needed for aim and accuracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Venous Fly Trap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the name, its quite similar to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;carnivorous&lt;/span&gt; plant where a trap is laid to trap/kill the housefly. so what kind of trap can be laid?? well, these trap (like the venous fly trap) must have a hinge that allow 2 surfaces to contact in the middle. my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;recommendation&lt;/span&gt; is a book.. a think hard cover book. open the book at about middle... and hold it right in front of you with a hand on each side of the cover.. once a housefly flies over the page.... SNAP~ and you will have a dead housefly with you in that page. *warning* flatten houseflies produce lots of 'juices' so.. beware. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;recommended&lt;/span&gt; that you have lots of patients and a moderate number of houseflies around. library books are recomended (since its not your book anyway =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemical Warfare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this method is more of a preventative measure than to kill itself. basically we will be using chemicals to prevent houseflies to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; us. and we are going to use chemicals that could be easily bought over the counter. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Insect&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;repellents&lt;/span&gt; have been proven functional in preventing house flies from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;attaching&lt;/span&gt; on your clothes and skin. just spray some on to the clothes or apply them to the skin and you could walk freely without being bothered by those flies. the good side is, others wont think you are crazy waving your hands around the street, but, on the other side, if you are going to a date, or an important meeting, try not to use this method as it also carries a strong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;insect&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;repellent&lt;/span&gt; smell along. and depending on the type n brand you use, usually it last about 2 to 3 hours depending on conditions. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;recommended&lt;/span&gt; right before going out of the house on a very warm day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;The Blow Fish&lt;/span&gt; Method.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this method is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;recommended&lt;/span&gt; when you have your hands full. as houseflies are small animals, they are easily being blown away by a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of air. this method allows you to remove the housefly quite easily. if you see a housefly flying around, and land on your nose, shape your lips and blow a short and strong gust of air towards it. this can also be if the housefly landed on other parts of the body (hands, lips, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; forehead) or also on places like your notes and your coffee mug. just aim and blow towards the housefly and the housefly will be gone~ if you are good, you can also blow the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;housefly&lt;/span&gt; off course mid air *training needed*. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;recommended&lt;/span&gt; for a small amount of housefly and only for people with a large lung capacity. not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; for those with respiratory disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a few more not so popular methods around, but strongly recomended these 5 methods above.. have fun trying =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;disclaimer note: writer will not be responsible for any injuries/accidents/anything-bad-happen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to users of the methods describe above.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: no houseflies are harm in the production of this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-1021803805977623423?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/1021803805977623423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=1021803805977623423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1021803805977623423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1021803805977623423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-spring-arrives-and-temperature-hits.html' title='Houseflies~'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-5984392635575056302</id><published>2008-11-19T11:24:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:12:18.401+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'>nov to nov~</title><content type='html'>HIAAAAAaaaaAAAaaKKKKKKkkkKKKkKkKK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;my 1st paper is tomorrow!!!!! in less than 22 hours time, i will be starting my 2nd sem final exams.. which marks the end of my 2nd sem study period. of course if everything goes well that is. *fingers cross* *toes cross*  *eyes cross*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back, throughout this year... its already 9 months im in adelaide.. kinda fast huh?? still quite clearly remember the last november at this particular time, i was rushing to finish my workshop teaching materials, shopping, preparing the booklets and all the preparations to face 22 primary school students... now, i guess the oldest ones already finish their 1st government exams.. the UPSR and preparing to enter the what i call, one of the best times of their lifes.. secondary school.. sure sounds fun huh?? oh.. in fact, their results are already out.. wonder how did they go.. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondary school for me is 8 years ago.. makes me sounds so old.. 8 years ago.. im still a short think guy.. running all over the school... jumping from stairs, crawling under tables, shouting on top of my lungs, and.. of course.. not doing home works.. haha.. naughty me.. moving up, form 3 and form 5, i took quite a number of responsibilities in class (best class cleanliness monitor.. right gang??)  as well as my uniform body.. which i should say.. played an important role in shaping what im now..  of course.. the other part that shaped me is the way my parents brought me and my brother up.. sure that played a very important role in bringing what i am now. nevertheless, im quite happy with what i have now.. thou there are short coming of myself, but i guess, I'll manage myself with and around them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SSNpSQ-ZVsI/AAAAAAAAAvg/aGLSLk0h8F0/s1600-h/2nd+draft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270171751468848834" style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SSNpSQ-ZVsI/AAAAAAAAAvg/aGLSLk0h8F0/s400/2nd+draft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;anyway, better end this random post here... break time over... =). oh.. and dats a pic that shows the difference between the 8 of the keboringanz members.. spot me.. and let me know if i change ya?? hahahaha. next post will most probably after the 26th Nov. till then~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;p/s: volunteers to wake me up tomorrow at 7 please??? 7 adelaide time..  haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-5984392635575056302?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/5984392635575056302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=5984392635575056302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/5984392635575056302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/5984392635575056302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/11/nov-to-nov.html' title='nov to nov~'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SSNpSQ-ZVsI/AAAAAAAAAvg/aGLSLk0h8F0/s72-c/2nd+draft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-6813526383722718819</id><published>2008-11-08T17:26:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:10:27.097+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of boredom.'/><title type='text'>you know when ur tired when~</title><content type='html'>you know you are tired when:&lt;br /&gt;~you made the uni library you 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; home for the past 3 days..&lt;br /&gt;~you made good friends with the yellow and green highlighters...&lt;br /&gt;~your daily intake of fluid are from the uni water sources.... *which includes coffee*&lt;br /&gt;~you start locking people outside your study area in the cold because its too tired for you to open the door for them...&lt;br /&gt;~u rather walk back from uni than waiting for the bus/tram because you can't wait anymore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;longer&lt;/span&gt; before trashing onto bed&lt;br /&gt;~you walk so fast that you over take so many people for the same reason above.&lt;br /&gt;~you start to ignore everyone on your instant messaging list&lt;br /&gt;~your writing changes from round single letters to long-worm-like words&lt;br /&gt;~you rather use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;touch pad&lt;/span&gt; than the external mouse because you are unable to leave your palm off the table.&lt;br /&gt;~you feel that your stomach is like a washing machine as your meals are all not as normal as before... or is it because of the coffee...&lt;br /&gt;~you keep looking for the the heart structure in the kidney chapter in the textbook. and wonders why the heart looks like a bean and not like the usual ones...&lt;br /&gt;~you stand at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pedestrian&lt;/span&gt; crossing even the light is green and keep wondering why all the cars stop and everyone is crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;~you sigh so much that your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;study mates&lt;/span&gt; around you turn blue and pale as they are unable to breath due to the high concentration of carbon dioxide you produce from all the 'sigh-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;' sessions&lt;br /&gt;~you make conversations between two textbooks using their authors as names and introducing them to each other such as.. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tortora&lt;/span&gt;, meet martini...." (both are physiology textbooks)&lt;br /&gt;~you cant be bothered to have better meals that you just eat what ever that is reachable by your extended arms&lt;br /&gt;~you make coffee drinking a religion and drinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cupS&lt;/span&gt; of them per day shows that you are loyal to it. and you fall in love with the coffee vending machine.....&lt;br /&gt;~you file a divorce towards you laptop/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~you will find time to sleep such as while waiting for the tram, boarding the tram, in the tram and leaving the tram.. all with the eyes close.. or at lease half close.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yyoouu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sseeee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ddoouubbllee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lleetteerrss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wwhheenn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;yyoouu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;rreeaadd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;yyoouurr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nnootteess&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;yyoouu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wwiillll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ffaallll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;aasslleepp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wwhhiilleeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;blooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*posted this using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;subconscious&lt;/span&gt; mind*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best people.. for your exams... hope this could help you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;de stress&lt;/span&gt; a little.. ^^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-6813526383722718819?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/6813526383722718819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=6813526383722718819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6813526383722718819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6813526383722718819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-when-ur-tired-when.html' title='you know when ur tired when~'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-8846391089245322538</id><published>2008-10-31T21:42:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:31:33.874+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh~'/><title type='text'>the orange</title><content type='html'>sigh~&lt;br /&gt;there is no exact way to describe life now. there are good moments yet, there are times when you wish for better moments to happen yet... nothing happens. and when there are better moments you thought that will be the best, yet the moment went by so quickly that you wont be able to enjoy that moment. exams are in the corner, holidays are coming, summer is coming, and so on, yet, the excitement isn't there. motivation is what i really need now. there are many flaws in this half of the year. being attached to so many things and also people isn't really a good thing. yet, not being attach is just like a floating spirit floating around pointlessly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; against exams and stuff, i know exams sucks, and yes it sucks worst when there are &lt;strike&gt;USELESS&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; important subjects to be tested. what sucks the most is when there are 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-important subjects to be tested back to back after my anatomy paper!!! i really wonder how they arranged the exam time table, its either they are really smart or they are really ill-hearted and wish to see how all of us die horribly with our brain juice leaks out through all the orifices in our heads. thinking about it, i think i will be a walking brainless podiatry student by the end of my exams... and all my brain can be found in my exam scripts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to describe life now, i would say, its kinda blank. is not that its stagnant or something, is just that i can't really see the point the stuff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; doing everyday at the moment. well, others might look at my life now as kinda good, uni, out with friends, sports, games, meals, home, study etc etc... is not that they are all pointless, i love going out with my friends, playing sports, go on jogging n stuff, but, i guess, the thought that exams are there just splash everything out. exams are really joy killers... they really are~ isn't it sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not the only one having exams.. everyone is.. so suck everything up and stop complaining right?? i guess so.. anyhow, i came across this relaxation method through 1 of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-important(TOTALLY NOT IMPORTANT) subject's lecture earlier in this semester. its called &lt;a href="http://counseling.uchicago.edu/services/asap/tests/fivefinger.shtml"&gt;Five Finger Relaxation Technique&lt;/a&gt;. there are 4 questions to be answered. and it only takes about 2 or 3 minutes to go through.. apparently its useful right before the exams while waiting for the exams to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging its been so hard lately, maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; trying too hard to think of something to blog about. blogging should not be a commitment, and by right should be done freely, i guess, i am deviating from that point now... thinking too much, why can life be much more simpler at times??  sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, another random post. i guess i will keep quiet for the time being.., &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not in a mood to produce a happier post this time..... best wishes to those that are taking exams soon, and for those that are crashing their assignments, all the best as well... i guess, all of us needs them =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-8846391089245322538?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/8846391089245322538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=8846391089245322538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8846391089245322538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8846391089245322538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/10/orange_31.html' title='the orange'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-491507774333111148</id><published>2008-10-24T12:15:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:13:52.527+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of boredom.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*type type type type*&lt;br /&gt;*backspace backspace backspace*&lt;br /&gt;*type type type type*&lt;br /&gt;*backspace backspace backspace*&lt;br /&gt;*type type type type type type type type type*&lt;br /&gt;*thinks for while*&lt;br /&gt;*backspace backspace backspace backspace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i give up blogging for to day... words just refuse to come out of my brain now...&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-491507774333111148?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/491507774333111148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=491507774333111148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/491507774333111148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/491507774333111148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/10/type-type-type-type-backspace-backspace.html' title=''/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-6419492161190888309</id><published>2008-10-20T10:33:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:46:27.986+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of boredom.'/><title type='text'>BIG SPLASH 08'</title><content type='html'>BIG SPLASH 08'&lt;br /&gt;few days before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secret meeting between evil planner, masterminds and their underlings&lt;br /&gt;location : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the walking orange has been a threat to our society.. we must handle him with care&lt;br /&gt;*mummers of agreements*&lt;br /&gt;evil planner... do you have any methods that we can take him down??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.... we can use our secret plan.. which is......&lt;br /&gt;YA YA YA YA YA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.. good plan... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alrite&lt;/span&gt;... we will go ahead with your evil plan!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;muahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.. *evil laughs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;target objective: drench the walking orange&lt;br /&gt;location: next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;torrens&lt;/span&gt; river&lt;br /&gt;time: approx 0830 hours&lt;br /&gt;code name: &lt;strike&gt;The Walking Orange Big Splash Event 08&lt;/strike&gt; Big Splash 08'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day before splash day&lt;br /&gt;location : UV apartment basement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alrite&lt;/span&gt; people we have only one chance to deal with this.. timing is an important factor.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~group 1.. are the water bombs ready?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~yes sir.. bombs are ready to go on command. we are using a new version which has a higher efficiency. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~group 2.. hows research on chemical-W going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~we have few missing ingredients, but we have substitute it with Chemical-X for a more potent effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~sir!! I WAN BALLOONS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~huh?? balloons.. for what?? we are doing big business here.. no balloons!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; CARE!!! I WANT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BALLOOOOONNNNNSSSS&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~fine fine... balloons will be on you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yippie&lt;/span&gt;~~~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ballooons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;balloooonnss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;balloonnnsssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~tomorrow is the day... the day that the walking orange will never forget for the rest of his life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; *evil laughs again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~1 hours before Big Splash 08'&lt;br /&gt;location: next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;torrens&lt;/span&gt; river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alright people, the walking orange is on the move.. evil planner has just reported in!!&lt;br /&gt;group 1!! prepare the bombs!!&lt;br /&gt;group 2!! is chemical X ready?? good!!&lt;br /&gt;group 3!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;balloonss&lt;/span&gt;!! where are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ballooonnnnsss&lt;/span&gt;???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;alrite&lt;/span&gt;.. final briefing!! the code name is TAKE PICTURE!!! understand??&lt;br /&gt;YES SIR!!!&lt;br /&gt;everyone!! this is the day.. the day we must remember... the day that you can splash the walking orange!!! the day that you must wet him.. no matter what given reasons!! today is the day!! are you all ready???&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!!!!! SPLASH!!! SPLASH!! SPLASH!!&lt;br /&gt;the walking orange has fallen in our evil trap as planned.... he is going to regret it soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;..... *evil laughs again!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~10 minutes before Big Splash 08'&lt;br /&gt;location: next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;torrens&lt;/span&gt; river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; people.. prepare yourself.. walking orange has reach check point 2. crossing the bridge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*sound of sirens*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;remember the code people!! TAKE PICTURE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[everyone runs and prepares.....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~5 minutes before Big Splash 08'&lt;br /&gt;location: next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;torrens&lt;/span&gt; river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;walking orange in sight!! NOW EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;wha&lt;/span&gt;... you all really ah??&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; la... come come.. take picture~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; everyone.. come we take group picture 1st&lt;br /&gt;come everyone... TAKE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;PICTUE&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;~~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ei&lt;/span&gt;.. you must be in front la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;har&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;inocent&lt;/span&gt; walking orange steps right into the trap]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the walking orange is in position..... ready people~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly~~&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AN INTRUDER APPEARED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh NO!!&lt;br /&gt;[siren sounds goes off]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOLD THE PLAN!! DO NOT SPLASH!! I REPEAT!! DO NOT SPLASH!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;phew.. INTRUDER did not harm Big Splash Plan!!&lt;br /&gt;back to original plan!!! TAKE PICTURE EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[everyone groups behind the walking orange.....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE.... TWO!!! THREE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOMBS AWAY!!!!!!!! SPLASH HIM!!!&lt;/span&gt; DRENCH HIM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;CHEMICAL-X!! GO!!&lt;br /&gt;THROW ALL YOU GOT!!&lt;br /&gt;BRING OUT THE PAIL!! POUR OVER HIM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the walking orange: what the....... @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISSION ACCOMPLISH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: no oranges were harm in the making of the big splash 08'&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: this is only the author's opinion behind the scenes.. actual happenings are unknown&lt;br /&gt;p/p/p/s: this is meant to be entertaining.. i believe you all are not that evil anyway&lt;br /&gt;p/p/p/p/s: this is not an assassination plot to kill/destroy the walking orange.&lt;br /&gt;p/p/p/p/p/s: part of the parts above are actual events!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actual events will be posted asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-6419492161190888309?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/6419492161190888309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=6419492161190888309' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6419492161190888309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6419492161190888309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-splash-08.html' title='BIG SPLASH 08&apos;'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-3162319771896962389</id><published>2008-10-17T22:00:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:05:04.840+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of boredom.'/><title type='text'>the orange</title><content type='html'>YESSSS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I MADE A DAY WIHOUT A SINGLE CAFFEIN ENTERING MY BODY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did had&lt;br /&gt;a sore throat&lt;br /&gt;2 panadols&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of orange + pineapple + apple juice&lt;br /&gt;lots and Lots and LOTS of water&lt;br /&gt;1 hour at 10 in the morning ( woke up at 830 for a 9 oclock tutorial &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS A GREAT STEP!!! for this caffein addict.....&lt;br /&gt;wondering should keep it up for tomorrow............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing tag game with mr nose and mr cold again... got tag by Mr Cold and Mr nose is running away..... =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orange is currently busy steamrolling over his assignments and therefore there will be a short drought here....... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-3162319771896962389?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/3162319771896962389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=3162319771896962389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3162319771896962389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3162319771896962389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/10/orange.html' title='the orange'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-6354725614773234603</id><published>2008-10-07T16:45:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:04:43.029+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self notes'/><title type='text'>in the eyes of photography...</title><content type='html'>they say pictures tells a thousand words, and with a photograph, the memories will be preserved. being experience a job of a photography for 3 days and 2 nights, &lt;strike&gt;other than 1st aid guy, guide, angel, PA, loud speaker, attention seeker, , etc etc..&lt;/strike&gt;, made me realise, we are missing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;camera checked, battery.. full power.. memory card, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reformat&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; what else?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crap.. my card reader!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course the job of the photographer is to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt;.. but what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt; should be taken?? is it the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt; of himself/herself, or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt; of others?? or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt; that shows a special moment, happy moments or sad?? the cheerful ones?? the tired ones?? how bout the ugly ones?? with the wonders of technology, i think i manage to cover most of them.. or at least a few of them. this job made me realise, photos really bring joy to many people around. though taking photoes means i cannot join many of their activities, their games, dances and all, but, looking at everyone enjoying all the activities through the screen of my camera is fulfilling enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"can i take a picture of you please????"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"err.. yea... "(sets up tripod and camera)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;"ok&lt;/span&gt;.. now press this... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[press button]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" d="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;"yay&lt;/span&gt;!! can i see can i see can i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;seeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;?????"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt; that are taken only come once and once only, when the moment pass, the memories will be gone forever. for here, i am grateful that there are other photographers that helped me to cover the whole event. thou i know and understand that photographers have to be there the whole time as these special moments will not repeat it self, but a photographer cant cover the whole event himself and for that he is grateful that there are many others that helped him capture these special moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;"ok&lt;/span&gt;.. everyone please look here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[no one looks...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"everyone look here.. "[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; louder]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[no one looks]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"fine...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*snap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"oh man.. this ugly pic is so going to be public!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit that always being there on every activity is not an easy job physically and mentally. and i admit that i under expected the job of a photographer before the camp. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know i had to do so much running and screaming around. finding the best angle, brightness and of course the best looking people in the camp... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;. also must make sure i got everyone in action in camp right?? if not people will say i am unfair. Nevertheless, however bad my job describtion is, i enjoy myself, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"do you want to tell him whats the bear's name??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"okay... go tell him what is the name of the bear"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"whats the name of the bear??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"susan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"oh.. hello susan.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like always, in camps the free times are the most memorable ones, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; when this is a kids camp. sometimes its so so nice and touching to see kids being so i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nnocent&lt;/span&gt; to other youths. as all youth members are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;allocated&lt;/span&gt; a child to be taken care and also being a guardian angle to another. taking care of a kid isn't easy i must say. thou i have previous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; being a tutor to primary kids, but this is slightly different. what i enjoyed most is to see the kids play and enjoy themselves while the youth is busy with their own stuff. the selfless-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; of the kids is beyond &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;comments&lt;/span&gt;. i seen kids serving a cup of water to their guardian hugging their guardians tightly as if they the kid knows the guardian since birth, and many many more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i smack you then u know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HEY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; SMACK MY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;GUARDIAN&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;whalao&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; your teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HE IS MY GUARDIAN!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; preparing for a big event like this takes lots of effort and time. personally i know many that are involve working behind the scene in preparing the event. i know they spend so much time and energy in the camp, i also know they complain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. these people working tirelessly behind the screens deserves the biggest hugs and the loudest claps. they not only do their parts, but also cover work of other groups as well. not only that, they spend quality time with the kids in the camp too. with this people, i greatly respect and salute to you guys.. great job. if you are wondering that whether the kids will remember you, trust me, they will. as a photographer, i seen the hard job done by many people. those that did the booklet, those that prepare for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;dharma&lt;/span&gt; classes and also those that prepare for the games. for those that spend time with the kids, those that do beyond what they are suppose to do and many more.. they spend so much time just for the kids... i am kind of touch that there are still caring people around. seriously i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Wenqi!!! i want to see the pictures!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"sure.. here.. use my computer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"OMG... this is so ugly... DELETE!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"hahahhaha.... no.. cannot delete!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"put it in facebook!!!!! muahahhaha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have only 2 eyes and only see things one at the time, our minds are not perfect as we will forget our past. with these photographs, not only the memory will be preserved, we could also see many other things that we missed at that particular time. when the moon is shining, and the kids are sleeping, sitting next to my trusted compaq, i looked through all the pictures taken on that day, thinking back, if anyone will appriciate al the pictures taken. at least for sure i am, that i myself have lock the memories of the day right into the camera. the only wish i have is that i wished i spend more time with the kids and not with the camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-6354725614773234603?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/6354725614773234603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=6354725614773234603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6354725614773234603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6354725614773234603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-eyes-of-photography.html' title='in the eyes of photography...'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-1784697799700163541</id><published>2008-10-05T16:30:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:11:21.079+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self notes'/><title type='text'>guardian angel</title><content type='html'>hiding behind the scenes, looking after the special person. you take notice on their daily events, their games, while they eat and all, yet you know they don't know they are being watched by a guardian angel. you wonder, if they were aware that they were being watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ok masters, now you can write a message of encouragement to your angel, get a roommate of the angel to place them on their bed tonite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"hmm.... who's my angel ah??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"oh.. i know her.. easy job"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing these messages isn't as easy as i thought. words of encouragement, and advices, yet you cannot tell them who are you. nevertheless, i wrote what i have in mind, following an advice given to me right before the camp, &lt;em&gt;"use your heart"&lt;/em&gt;. alrite message written, although others attached sweets and candies on their message, i choose not to, as i thought mine will not eat the candy. i handed the letter to the roommate and go on with my work. many others put much effort in making their message beautiful and attaching sweets and chocolates to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*being shaken awake*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"are you my angel??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"huh" [still in blur state]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i know you are my angel!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"oh.. no i am not..... sorry.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"oh... then you are my guardian!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"hahahaha.... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote the normal greetings, 'how are you' and stuff, then i congratulated their team effort and my angel's leadership. thinking what else to write, i remembered that we already know each other before this event. the time i was my angel's group leader and now i am my angel's guardian angel. how small the world is eh?? nevertheless, i ended my message with some blessings and wishing my angel all the best for the next event. not being able to be with my angel most of the day made me kinda guilty, so i told myself to try to put more attention to helping her in the following day.. quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i have no wings nor ring, yet i am your &lt;strike&gt;angle&lt;/strike&gt; angel guardian. how are you doing today?? sure must be tired after the long day right.............."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;given the job in camp to photograph and observed, i realise there are many occasions that the angel and the angel guardian are so closely together yet both of them don't realise that they are there. maybe is fate that brought both together yet also fate that hides them the truth that they are related in some ways. there are pictures that i realise that the angel guardian is just next their particular angel playing around and enjoying cracking jokes and laughing together... yet they didn't realise that. i wonder how many other occasions that we are related to the person next to us throughout our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"are you a malaysian???"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"yeah.. i am.. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"so you are my guardian angel then!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"huh?? no.. why say so??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"coz the letter say that my angel guardian is a malaysian"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hahaha, there are plenty of malaysians..... HEY MALAYSIANS RAISE UP YOUR HANDS"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[half of guardian angels raised their hands......]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in that night.... we receive the reply of our angels, of course most of them question who are we, and as usual, we didn't put any answers out. nevertheless, some receive touching messages, some didn't receive any replies. yet, i received mine fold nicely. reading the message made me laugh, as my angel didn't know who was i, yet we were group members before. replied the message again, and move on with my activities. in my heart, i know my angel is safe, happy and enjoying herself out there somewhere. receiving their reply gave us all much laughter and joy, forgetting all the tiring times we had in the day. what goes around comes around... words of encouragement given by us has also encourage us to do better for them, as we know, all our efforts will be noticed and will be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ok.. who do u think your guardian angel is?? just point"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"erm.. camera man??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"no, i'm sorry..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"try again.. just point"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[points to some1 else]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"yay!!!! thats your guardian angel!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[guardian angel gives a big hug to the little angel]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-1784697799700163541?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/1784697799700163541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=1784697799700163541' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1784697799700163541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1784697799700163541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/10/guardian-angle.html' title='guardian angel'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-5862281862843029652</id><published>2008-09-30T00:34:00.007+09:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:33:11.370+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on thinking caps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'>angels in disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;as you leave your room right before you close the door, the bottle of water which you left at the edge of the table drop. you re-enter the room and while you pick up the bottle, you notice your house keys are on the table.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as you almost cross the road but you forgotten to wait for the traffic to stop, you saw something interesting on the ground. as you look towards the road again, a car zoom past you and you realise if you did not look on the ground, you will be hit by the car while crossing the road.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you had a rough day. you want to finish off the day by sleeping for the next 18 hours hopping everything will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; once you wake up. right before you sleep, a old friend gives you a ring telling you that he/she is having a bad bad time as well. both of you talk about how bad things are and at the end, both of you feels that what ever that happens which made your day crap isn't &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;that bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you walk to a traffic light where you need to cross the road. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; you walk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;towards&lt;/span&gt; the traffic lights, the traffic lights will turn red and stop all cars giving you the green light to cross the road. every day, at the different hours... is this pure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;timing&lt;/span&gt; or something else??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as you were sitting right in front of the lecture hall, right before the lecturer enters, your phone ring loudly. your friend short message you asking you out for lunch. you quickly reply the message and you realise your phone is not in the silent mode. right after you change it to silent mode, the lecturer starts the lecture. in the middle of lecture, you recieve the phone call. if your friend didn't message you, your phone will be ringing in the middle of and everyone will be staring at you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the 5 examples that i had encounter before which i couldn't stop thinking, why sometimes life is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; that as if there are someone protecting you even you cant see them around. some might say they are angels in disguise, some might say its just fate that u see them, or some might say they happen, without any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;explanations&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life gives us wonders that we can't explain. to those that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; in god, they might say god is guiding them in life. as for others, maybe the 'spirits' of their beloved stays with them, protecting them in anyway possible. as for others, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that this things happens for a reason beyond &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt;. the feeling of the 1st situation where something made u turn back your original plan just to 'let-u-know' that u left something behind always gives me deeps thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i am quite a forgetful person, these 'signs' didn't only happen once.. but quite a number of times where right after i leave my room or my front door, a sudden feeling of the urge that i need to go back into my room comes to me. and if i follow my 'feeling' somehow or rather, i would find something that i suppose to bring out on that day whether is my keys, my notes, or my over due library books. even if i am late and i am rushing out of the door these things will happen. is this the act of the sub-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; mind or the act of the 'higher-powers"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many stories saying that 'if i didn't went to somewhere sometime, i will be dead' kind of stories around. and always if i read them, i always wonder, why does it happen to 1 and not others?? why is he so special?? or are we saying that is not his fate that some thing good/bad will happen on him/her?? have you ever wonder why it happens??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as life moves on, we will all experience things that is very hard for us to explain. some might just take it as their lucky day or there are some signs from/for something/someone. as for me, i am just thankful that there are these tiny signs that could help me in making my day a better one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-5862281862843029652?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/5862281862843029652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=5862281862843029652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/5862281862843029652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/5862281862843029652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/09/angles-in-disguise.html' title='angels in disguise'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-1381096743682329169</id><published>2008-09-21T16:37:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:15:45.801+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><title type='text'>kitchen</title><content type='html'>they say experience can teach you many things. and holding on to my part time job for 2 months, well, i gain some stuff.... you know you are in the kitchen when..... obviouly, the job i had before as an teaching asistant and the job now is a whole different world... so yea.. here it goes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before going into the kitchen:&lt;br /&gt;~what ever you bring.. a pair of rubber shoes must not be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;~black is the color in the kitchen. is not because we look good in black. wait.. we do look good in black. =)&lt;br /&gt;~after a while working.. you will notice that a cup of coffee will make you more alert in the kitchen. drink before going to work. COFFEE not alcohol.. COFFEE!!&lt;br /&gt;~DON'T BE LATE!!! receiving phone calls from the restaurant in the middle of the day is never a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the kitchen:&lt;br /&gt;~you will pick up skills to be lazy with the same out come... or at lease look the same..&lt;br /&gt;~the receptors in the hand will stop working for the whole time while you are in the kitchen. what ever cuts, scratch and burns will only be notice 30 minutes after you leave the restaurant. or when you notice blood all over the things you touch. as for burn, you will see you burn youself before you feel the pain. you will go... shit i burn myself (visual reflex) then... OUCH!!! (reflex action)&lt;br /&gt;~sensors in fingers will evolve to &lt;em&gt;calculsensors&lt;/em&gt; that when you take something, it will be the exactly the amount you want. 4 long bean, 4 broccoli, 4 capsicum, 4 carrot stick, 4.... 4.... 4.... 4....&lt;br /&gt;~you will learn a whole new different kitchen language. exp: corri, roti, yellow and mango. and 'hot plate take away' doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;~you will curse when there are too many people, you will also curse when there is nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;~watch out for flying empty plastic boxes&lt;br /&gt;~microwave is your best friend in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;~every time you cook the rice, make sure u switch the rice-cooker on. if not.............&lt;br /&gt;~time flies so slow that after washing a pile of dishes, clearing the dustbin, cook rice you only realise eh... only 30 minutes ah?? so slow de???? (this is because you are going so fast that it seems like the time slows down.. initial-D principal). it use to take 1 hour when i just started. =)&lt;br /&gt;~you make so good friends with the kitchen items that you know which rack of the dish washer can hold 5 plates, which can whole 4, and you will know removing which bowl will cause others to fall onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;~washing dishes become so normal that, you ca fall asleep standing but your hands keep washing the plates.&lt;br /&gt;~you will not like waiters that never clean the plates that is left in the corner..&lt;br /&gt;~' i dont know', 'anything' or 'whatever' means chinese fry rice for staff meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home from kitchen:&lt;br /&gt;~1st thing you notice... you stink.&lt;br /&gt;~apart from &lt;a href="http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-new-best-friend_16.html"&gt;band aid&lt;/a&gt;, moisturizer will be your second best friend to fight against the main enemy, the dish washing soap.&lt;br /&gt;~when ever you go to a restaurant and order, you will automatically imagine the whole process of cooking the dishes. and you will be nice to the people in the kitchen when the food is slow if the restaurant is busy.&lt;br /&gt;~you will try to avoid to order certain dishes because you know its pre-cook and only reheating is needed.&lt;br /&gt;~you will not share all this things all over the place because you know you are working to people that are closely relate to your friends.. so close that what ever you do in uni will be known in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;~your meal time are so screwed that you will have lunch at 3 and dinner at 12.&lt;br /&gt;~when you cook at your own kitchen, you will always compare it with the kitchen at the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not tell you where exactly i work. and all above are just my point of view and nothing to do with the place i work. so yea... writer will not take any responsibilities on any outcome from this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-1381096743682329169?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/1381096743682329169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=1381096743682329169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1381096743682329169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1381096743682329169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/09/kitchen.html' title='kitchen'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-2257166954367266870</id><published>2008-09-08T11:22:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:01:31.002+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on thinking caps'/><title type='text'>the orange~ health science</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;warning: content of this post might be sensitive and harmful to certain readers.. proceed at reades own risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being studying under a health science course(podiatry), and being able to understand more of the human body than many others, makes 1 really think hard when there is some weired feeling in his/her own body. for me, as a anatomy and physiology student, (and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;biomechanics&lt;/span&gt;), people's leg pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interests&lt;/span&gt; me very much. (i know this phrase sounds wrong). and, of course the clumsy me is full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;musculoskeletal&lt;/span&gt; pain and cuts n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bruses&lt;/span&gt; all over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; after i started working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, being a podiatry student, wait.. i rephrase.. being a anatomy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;biomechanics&lt;/span&gt; and physiology student, people has begin to shoot me with all kinds of foot problems. stuff like, eh... my foot pain.. how?? or, there is a growth at some where, somehow, and some color.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wat'&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt;?? like i say, peoples pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;interest&lt;/span&gt; me.. the phrase &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;interest&lt;/span&gt; me and 'i-know-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wats&lt;/span&gt;-wrong-with-u' is so totally different. how on earth i know whats wrong with your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; ever foot problems as i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; even start learning any foot conditions yet. i know.. i know.. i am a pod student but then, A STUDENT HERE means i am learning... i am not working or treating any1 yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;??  i don't even know whats wrong with my 1st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;metsophalengeal&lt;/span&gt; joint and both of my knees how am i suppose to ans all the questions?? mayb i can answer your question in 3 years time given your leg is still with you. GO AND SEE A FREAKING DOCTOR orPOD  or BOMOH whatever you want!!! they are there to answer your questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;biomechanics&lt;/span&gt; student in podiatry means we have to understand the way people walk, sit, and stand n stuff. which is interesting as some of my course mates have the same experience as i am. we 'accidentally' look at people's ass/legs etc. etc.  when they walk. then we will go.. oh.. this guy has a pelvic drop... or his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;calcaneum&lt;/span&gt; is inverted.. or hey.. small feet.. or.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. i can see your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;gastrocs&lt;/span&gt;.. or 'wow.. sexy legs... 'ops.. too much observation.. thou is weired.. but then.. hey.. we have to apply what we learn right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as a physiology student, we understand how the body works more than many others... the way the body wiring and plumbing, the security system, and of course all the disease and disorders. which makes people like me.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;.. kinda paranoid? oh man.. i am not gaining weight.. my thyroids are abnormal... or.. my joints are aching.. damn.. arthritis..  or we go.. our food goes into our mouth.. stomach.. [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;includes&lt;/span&gt; 1000 word long process]. even when we eat.. we think of the effects of our food.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;diabetes&lt;/span&gt;, high blood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;pressure&lt;/span&gt;.. heart attack.. oh man... i am so not going to eat anything.... food kills... they really do.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, as a anatomy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;biomechanics&lt;/span&gt; and physiology student in podiatry. I DO NOT DO FOOT MASSAGE. STOP QUESTIONING ME ON FOOT MASSAGE. IF YOU WAN A FOOT MASSAGE GO THAILAND OR BALI OR SOMETHING.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; COME TO ME AND GET A FOOT MASSAGE OR ELSE I AM GOING TO REMOVE ALL YOUR FOOT MUSCLES LAYER BY LAYER... AND YES.. THIS IS A THREAD. AND YES, I HAVE A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;DISSECTION&lt;/span&gt; KIT WITH ME AT HOME.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; YOU TRY TO TEMP ME IN USING MY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;SCAPLE&lt;/span&gt; BLADE AGAIN.. I AM HAPPY TO GET MY OTHER FRIEND TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;DISSECT&lt;/span&gt; YOUR FOOT AGAIN. WE GOT HIGH GRADES IN DISECTING LEGS AND FEETS...  the nerves in your toes all comes from the same nerve and is not related to your eyes mouth ears or something... so yea.. NOT RELATED. (at least in the western medicine field). yea.. dats all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: yinng, al da best in UK ya.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-2257166954367266870?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/2257166954367266870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=2257166954367266870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/2257166954367266870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/2257166954367266870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/09/orange-health-science.html' title='the orange~ health science'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-8585752139782202776</id><published>2008-08-30T11:18:00.007+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:58:46.481+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><title type='text'>the orange - august sum-ups</title><content type='html'>given the last 3 &lt;strike&gt;lame, boring and 'cold' &lt;/strike&gt;post, its clear that my life here is kinda boring and nothing much is happening except of lots to study, work and erm... study. and of course, my 'new best friend' is still &lt;a href="http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-new-best-friend_16.html"&gt;my new best friend &lt;/a&gt;and yes. i still think that &lt;a href="http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/08/8-reasons-sleeping-is-bad.html"&gt;sleeping is bad &lt;/a&gt;for us. and no, u cannot laugh at my best friend and no, i cant go to sleep just yet. anyway, just some slight updates, before dust starts to gather here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its august!! there are many things that is celebrated in august. of course the main ones are my both parents birthdays which are only 10 days apart. happy birthday mum and dad, best wishes and best of health to you both there. looking forward to see both of you soon in adelaide end of the year~. =) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in august also we celebrate our national day. sadly, the current condition of malaysia, the political turmoil, 'semi police state' status, media blackouts and censorship's, blogs firing at each other, and of course the latest one, anwar is back into the government as the head of opposition. though i have not been closely following the political news in malaysia after the march election ( i kinda miss out the exciting news between najib and RPK and the new anwar sodomy accusations), its clear that many malaysians think the current prime minister is going to tear malaysia apart. this are quite clear in blogs where people are calling our current PM to step down form his post and let someone else to do the job. they sounded like malaysia is going to sink to the bottom of south china sea and the only signs of the existence of malaysia left are a new island form call kinabalu island and the tip of petronas twin tower sticking out of the sea, posing threat to passing by ships. can some1 enlighten me on this issue?? there are reports on the website where many people wont be as patriotic this national day. and there are attempts to raise the national flag up side down to show signs of protest towards the current government. silly, stupid, lame, or appropriate??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, I WAN A BACK MASSAGE!!! BAAAAADDDDDLLLLLYYYYYYIIIEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;i never enjoy massages before, because i never have stiff muscles before. but recently, for some unknown reasons, my back muscles are like pulling my shoulders backwards, as if trying to split my chest open. so i got 1 of my physio mates to try massaging on me... and it works!!!! it kinda loosen up for like a night... and its stiff again... so so sad. must get them to massage again. hahaha.. lesson of the day, make good friends with health science students =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my caffeine therapy, i did a detox last winter break, and it kinda works for the 1st week after uni started, and now... lets just say we got back to square one. hahaha.. i love coffee... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my job, i have already work for 4 weeks there and i am getting use to the cycle there. my body is not as tired as before which is good. i use to feel like &lt;stike&gt;shit &lt;/strike&gt;before especially of fridays, going to uni in the morning and try not to kill myself in the kitchen at night. now its kinda ok. just need to balance my time well. somehow i don't really know why i choose to work, its not for the pay or i have TOO much free time. maybe is just the experience. my friend told me once, being busy means i am not wasting my life. so maybe yea, i am not wasting my life at home. haha.. anyway, working injuries has reduce to at average, 1 injury per 2 shifts compare to 1 or more injury each working night. dats why i made new friends with band aid. anyway, i will most prob stop working in october to give way to my studies and exams and super duper &lt;strike&gt;blardy&lt;/strike&gt; stupid assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain now is pilling up with tonnes of 'wondering thoughts'. and my concentration level is down the drain. i need brain food. *craving craving craving*. i use to be able to deal with this thoughts before through some concentration methods, but somehow, i cant get it started again.... i need someone to enlighten me on this issue as well.. anyone with any ideas?? maybe ginko helps.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a break.. seriously.. i need one....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-8585752139782202776?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/8585752139782202776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=8585752139782202776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8585752139782202776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8585752139782202776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/08/orange-august-sum-ups.html' title='the orange - august sum-ups'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-6015748214786805049</id><published>2008-08-26T10:31:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:34:59.815+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><title type='text'>internet connection</title><content type='html'>i am now in a corner of uni, banging on my keyboard and with great joy, i am announcing~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my wireless connection set up in UNI!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; *happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes my internet quota...&lt;br /&gt;muahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, happy birthday TY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-6015748214786805049?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/6015748214786805049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=6015748214786805049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6015748214786805049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6015748214786805049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/08/internet-connection.html' title='internet connection'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-3661457053350878402</id><published>2008-08-20T22:30:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:12:41.478+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on thinking caps'/><title type='text'>8 reasons sleeping is bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;warning: this post carries extream meanings and read with reader's own risk. writer will not hold any responsibilities on any outcome of the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 reasons why SLEEPING is BAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) sleep is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;have you ever calculate how many man hours wasted in sleeping?? imagine if 1 person needs to sleep 8 hours a day. (healthy amount of sleep). we waste 56 hours a week for sleeping. a month we waste 224 hours. imagine how many things we can do with 224 hours of MAN hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) people get killed/raped/rob in their sleep&lt;br /&gt;how many cases have you heard that robbers break into a house of SLEEPING occupants, rob their money, rape the female occupants and then kill them?? will this happen if non of them are SLEEPING?? NO right?? if we do not sleep, robbers will not be able to enter our house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unnoticed&lt;/span&gt; and then all this sad things will not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) sleep kills.&lt;br /&gt;there are reports that people died in their sleep due to unable to breath(babies) and adults(heart attack). some babies that were not place properly in their beds will cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sudden&lt;/span&gt; infant deaths as they will roll over and their faces will be press again the pillow and then.. suffocate and die. as for heart attacks, many adults will be safe if they were not sleeping that time. heart attacks usually comes with symptoms. how on earth the adult will feel the symptoms when he/she is sleeping?? with the symptoms they can get help to prevent heart attack. but no, they are sleeping.. how to get help??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) sleep are road killers&lt;br /&gt;how many accidents are cause by sleeping behind the wheel? if humans are not to sleep? how nice will that be? the police will have less cases to deal with. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;firemen&lt;/span&gt; will see less bodies. hospitals will have more time to deal with much more serious cases. and people can make road a safer place. so, again i prove myself, humans should not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) sleep causes lose of jobs and a slow economic growth&lt;br /&gt;heard of the reason being fired from job because he slept during working hours? napping is a kind of sleep too. when 1 person sleeps in a job, MAN hours are wasted again. PLUS, causing no work done, making the economic growth of the company slows down which then literally slows down the economic growth of the whole country. who to blame? the people who NEEDS TO SLEEP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) sleep contributes to the increase use of natural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;resources&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;people sleep on beds. beds are made of material of natural resources exp, wood, metal, etc etc. mattress are made of synthetic material, which is not bio-degradable. so, when you are done with your mattress, what will you do with it? it will not rot away and u have successfully contribute to more rubbish to the planet. are you happy with it?? i have not calculate the amount of resources to build BEDROOMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) sleep causes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grumpiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake a sleeping person up. and most probably he/she might be grumpy. will that person be grumpy if they don't need to sleep? no right? not only that, sleep also causes people to be depress, unmotivated and lazy. people who are lack of sleep will show signs of lack of motivation and not willing to perform task at their optimum output. if humans don't need to sleep, the world will be so much more a cheerful place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) sleep contribute to drug addiction&lt;br /&gt;how many people especially students rely of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; to keep them awake and going throughout the day? how many nocturnal drivers take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stimulants&lt;/span&gt; to keep them awake while performing their task? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; is a type of drug and its addictive. and brings negative effects to the body. but why people still takes them? their reason will be LACK OF SLEEP. if humans need not to sleep, then there will not be a reason for them to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this 8 reasons, clearly shows that SLEEP CAUSES DEATH, LOST OF TIME, POLLUTING THE WORLD, AND ALL THE BAD STUFF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; HAPPENING TO US. and all of this comes from something lots of people crave for. SLEEP. humans should be build to not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP KILLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: this post is by a tired person which wants to sleep but cant due to there are things needed to be done before he is able to do so. and yes, he is grumpy, a drug addict, and he regreted that he had to contribute to more rubbish to the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-3661457053350878402?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/3661457053350878402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=3661457053350878402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3661457053350878402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3661457053350878402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/08/8-reasons-sleeping-is-bad.html' title='8 reasons sleeping is bad'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-1042731002984179993</id><published>2008-08-16T14:30:00.009+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:07:40.532+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of boredom.'/><title type='text'>my new best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;coming back in the cold,&lt;br /&gt;with cuts and wounds,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleaning them stings me,&lt;br /&gt;yet i have no other choices,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;as fast as possible i go,&lt;br /&gt;to get my new best friend,&lt;br /&gt;'showing' my cuts to my dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;and my friend said&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, i will make u feel better.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my friend is soft and gentle,&lt;br /&gt;yet strong in a way,&lt;br /&gt;protects me from further pain,&lt;br /&gt;and cover my wounds from everything.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my friend sticks to me so naturally,&lt;br /&gt;we click so well that i don't realise i am not alone&lt;br /&gt;yet, doesn't limit my actions&lt;br /&gt;my friend is someone everyone trust,&lt;br /&gt;and believe in the wonders of the its job,&lt;br /&gt;i like my new best friend very much.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i included a picture of my new friend bellow~&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235801757898707730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SKlN9VXrExI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9YaB1qg5ZFk/s200/IMG_2781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture of my new best friend(s). it comes in 20 per box.. hahahhahahha&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-1042731002984179993?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/1042731002984179993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=1042731002984179993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1042731002984179993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1042731002984179993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-new-best-friend_16.html' title='my new best friend'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SKlN9VXrExI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9YaB1qg5ZFk/s72-c/IMG_2781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-3218219211326725071</id><published>2008-08-14T18:38:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:50:57.152+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><title type='text'>the orange</title><content type='html'>uni had already started about 3 weeks and i still cant get the momentum going. the study 'ball' is still sitting there and gathering moss, fungus, mushrooms, and i think spiders are going to call it home soon. nevertheless, there are so many many many things happening til there is no time for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little updates, i am now currently working now =) i got a part time job at a restaurant as a kitchen hand. its kinda funny. for the 4 weeks of holidays, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt; really went for a job hunt. but when uni started, i got my 1st job at the 1st week of my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;. so now i am working during the weekends nights and earning.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;... some money =) looking forward for holiday trips =) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next. i am officially an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aussie&lt;/span&gt; blood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doner&lt;/span&gt;~ i had just donated 470ml of blood and safe 3 lives~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. no biggie actually. went to the red cross to donate blood for fun. and got poke 3 times. 2 on a same day and 1 more 5 days later. initially i went last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;a group&lt;/span&gt; of friends. and for blood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doners&lt;/span&gt;, before donating u must fill in couple of forms and also pass the haemoglobin test before donating. well i pass all of them. but, something happen during donation. they poke the big huge needle into my left arm 1st. well, everything goes well in the 1st 5 seconds, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; i saw my blood shoot out of the punctured hole. so, they tried on my right arm but my vein was too small for the huge needle. apparently, there the needle slip because the blood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pressure&lt;/span&gt; in my vein was so strong that it push the needle out of my body. how cool is that?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; was the 1st 2 holes. the last one was from yesterday. which i manage to donate without much hassle. services for blood donation here is very good. free food after donating too =) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy with uni stuff and catching up with time now. 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;assignment&lt;/span&gt;, 1 presentation and 1 reading report due next week... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;~ stupid stupid subject....... *curse*curse*curse*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dats&lt;/span&gt; all for now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;mayb&lt;/span&gt; i have to practice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;metta&lt;/span&gt; soon.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-3218219211326725071?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/3218219211326725071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=3218219211326725071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3218219211326725071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3218219211326725071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/08/orange.html' title='the orange'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-4600347381111648455</id><published>2008-08-06T17:13:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:32:58.470+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on thinking caps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'>podiatry</title><content type='html'>its already half a year doing this program in the 1st year of my uni. as time goes by, many will ask me whether i am really interested in the feet making me sound like a feet maniac or a serial rapist/killer that hunts for my victim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tru&lt;/span&gt; their feet. and i guess people are just curious that why there are people willing to spend the rest of their life looking at problematic foot/feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an uncle who use to say being a doctor is a depressing occupation. quoting him "everyday you go to work and see people in sickness, agony and pain. you also will feel depress". maybe some might say doctors earn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tonnes&lt;/span&gt; of money from their job. but i must say doctors, dentist, podiatrist and many more health care professions earn their daily bread and butter from the suffering from other people. isn't it cruel??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my future health care &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;profession&lt;/span&gt; as a podiatrist, its kinda disappointing that each time before i start explaining or while i am explaining what is podiatry, question such as 'do you do feet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reflexology&lt;/span&gt;' or 'are you studying how to massage the sole of the foot' or similar question like those. nevertheless, as i explain, different reaction appears from their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will here by explain what are the tasks a podiatry will do. from my understanding, podiatrist are people who care for the foot/feet. and the word 'care' here meas we take care of the overall health of the feet. a simple comparison i can make is podiatrist is a specialist to the feet as dentist is a specialist to the feet. and yes, we get to stick needles into peoples feet and then cut their nail off. gross?? better not get and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in grow&lt;/span&gt; nail then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things we do ranges from treating feet disorder, nail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;trimming&lt;/span&gt;, care for wounds on the feet, making orthodontics, improving balance, reducing fall-risk, and many many more. those that continue can upgrade to be a foot surgeon which allow him/her to cut open people's feet to change their toe arrangements. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.. not interested in surgery?? how about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;forensics&lt;/span&gt;?? go n train under the FBI to read footprints and help the police to solve cases. no i am not joking. my lecturer is one.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so who i will be treating?? podiatry sees patients from babies to old people. thou there are more elderly patients needed foot care compare to babies. this is due to the inability for the elderly to cut their toe nails properly therefore we will help deal with their nails. also, we are involve heavily in diabetic patients where we try to prevent their toes, feet or leg being cut off from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;.. rotting?? other stuff such as improving posture of the body by altering the feet, improving footwear, doing research for better making better shoes for big shoe companies is also one of our future of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till today, i still can't come out with a solid answer on why i ended up in podiatry and i will be making money out of people's feet miseries. maybe i will go, "oh, he has 3 in grow nails =) my lucky day~" ok.. dats evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-4600347381111648455?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/4600347381111648455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=4600347381111648455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4600347381111648455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4600347381111648455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/08/podiatry.html' title='podiatry'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-8088629297449873852</id><published>2008-08-04T22:53:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:37:06.322+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><title type='text'>new sem~</title><content type='html'>i dont remember whether i did complain about the previous course when all of the pods students were force to take a subject which has little relevance to their future job. nevertheless, it was really a painful task to complete. looking forward after the 1st sem with that subject into the second sem with more exciting and more pod stuff to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1st week of 2nd sem was kinda ice cold. cold weather doesn't even help to make going back to uni an easy and exciting task. nevertheless, the &lt;strike&gt;cold blooded&lt;/strike&gt; lectures shoots us with assignments already. 2 assignments due in the middle of august. and weekly reading report to submit. more to come... and all this are just given to us on the FIRST WEEK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its into the 2nd week of sem now. and the weather is getting wetter and wetter everyday. rain rain rain. heat wave is so much more better than winter. thou heat wave means temperature hitting about 40 degrees daily and winter hitting 4 degrees daily and both is not enjoyable moments in adelaide, but given me prefering the warm than the cold summer is always better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays was more fun than i expected. i met more people than i expected and i really enjoy the company. too much of good also is not a good stuff. going to disappoint some of them now i think.. hmmm... dont like this feeling. sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn... i need some1 to make my study spirit come back. seriously, i need to stick to those that study. peer preasure can work on me. in the good way i mean. at least dats how i study on the 1st sem. peer presure works... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, back to my reading material now. mind set is important. i like uni. i like studying. i like anatomy. i like physiology...... *self repeating*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-8088629297449873852?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/8088629297449873852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=8088629297449873852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8088629297449873852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8088629297449873852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-sem.html' title='new sem~'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-4741249853508756092</id><published>2008-07-31T16:55:00.006+09:30</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:12:06.883+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of boredom.'/><title type='text'>Special high intensity training~</title><content type='html'>Memo to All Employees:&lt;br /&gt;In order to ensure the highest levels of quality work and productivity from employees, it will be our policy to keep all employees well trained through our program of SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (S.H.I.T).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to give our employees more S.H.I.T than anyone else. If you feel that you do not receive your share of S.H.I.T on the course, please see your supervisor. You will be immediately placed at the top of the S.H.I.T list and our supervisors are especially skilled at seeing you get all the S.H.I.T you can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employees who don't take their S.H.I.T will be placed in DEPARTMENTAL EMPLOYEE EVALUATION PROGRAMS (D.E.E.P.S.H.I.T). Those who fail to take D.E.E.P.S.H.I.T seriously will have to go to EMPLOYEE ATTITUDE TRAINING (E.A.T.S.H.I.T). Since our supervisors took S.H.I.T before they were promoted, they don't have to do S.H.I.T anymore, and are all full of S.H.I.T already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are full of S.H.I.T, you may be interested in a job teaching others. We can add your name to our BASIC UNDERSTANDING LIST of LEADERS (B.U.L.L.S.H.I.T). For employees who are intending to pursue a career in management and consulting, we will refer you to the department of MANAGERIAL OPERATIONAL RESEARCH EDUCATION (M.O.R.E.S.H.I.T).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This course emphasizes how to manage M.O.R.E.S.H.I.T. If you have further questions, please direct them to our HEAD OF TEACHING, SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (H.O.T.S.H.I.T). Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOSS IN GENERAL, SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (B.I.G.S.H.I.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Now send this S.H.I.T to 5 people who need S.H.I.T in their lives, just not the same person who sent you this S.H.I.T. I have already had my fill of S.H.I.T. Thank you for your time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;The Director Under the Main Bureau of Super High Intensity Training.(The D.U.M.B.S.H.I.T).&lt;br /&gt;=========================================================&lt;br /&gt;i got this from an forward email~ and i find it too intersting not to be shared. feel free to spread the joy of S.H.I.T. now i am going to get my share of S.H.I.T if not i will be in D.E.E.P.S.H.I.T. and i think i am in deep trouble if i am stuck to E.A.T.S.H.I.T. i suggest you guys to do so too, as i dont think B.I.G.S.H.I.T and the D.U.M.B.S.H.I.T are people that will joke about this. enjoy the S.H.I.T everyone~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-4741249853508756092?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/4741249853508756092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=4741249853508756092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4741249853508756092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4741249853508756092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/07/special-high-intensity-training.html' title='Special high intensity training~'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-1591809657347446649</id><published>2008-07-29T23:14:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:49:52.621+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of boredom.'/><title type='text'>the orange~</title><content type='html'>its 2 days since the 2nd sem, 48 hours gone. and i still cant feel the excitement of the new begining... somebody save me.... i wonder whether is the holiday bug still sucking my blood or the weather is freezing my brain in my skull. and currently, i am under my quilt to collect my body heat. hahaha.. the hottest thing in the room now?? my liver at 37 degrees. hot a not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temperature in adelaide is currently cold. at average of 13 - 3 daily. it gets worst especially when it rains or cloudy day. waking up, going to Uni in the morning is really a torture. who ever that says they like cold weather, they seriously havent experience winter. and now i understand why people likes to escape the winter. so not fun. i wish malaysian's sun can follow me around now. then everyone will sure envy me one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happening happen to me lately. just moving from holidays to my new study period. and i already got my 1st assignment. RIGHT ON THE 1ST DAY!! how exciting. due right in the middle of august. *sigh* and this sem, we are going to study about stuff that is most probably unrelated to the feet. 1 will be spending my 1st 4 weeks on the spinal columb and then move to systematic anatomy. which means, we get to study the guts.. excited? haha.. ok ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind set is important. i like uni. i like to study anatomy. i like uni. i like physiology. i like uni. i like anatomy *repeating phrase to self*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-1591809657347446649?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/1591809657347446649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=1591809657347446649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1591809657347446649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1591809657347446649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/07/orange.html' title='the orange~'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-3736479132964313975</id><published>2008-07-25T11:54:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-07-26T06:02:54.976+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'>ru shi youth camp</title><content type='html'>its been a week since i left this camp, where this, i shall call, my official 2008 camp to continue wth my camp tradision 2001. i have been joining camps since 2001 and till this year, it havent stop. this youth camp was organised by youth for youth. which made me think about the age limit of the word 'youth'. i didn't know i am still a youth =) hahaha.. ok i am not dat old. there are older members around. better keep my mouth shut on this before everyone flame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Wenqi, join camp a not??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"harr?? when??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the previous 2 camps was.. well, not challenging at all, and was disappointing (sorry to say that) therefore i didn't keep my hopes high for this as well to prevent further disappointment. So.. the clever me went for a badminton game the night before the camp and only pack my stuff 7 hours before checking into camp. (mistake number 1). nevertheless, the pro camper like me, can pack his stuff in 15 minutes and off to bed. and.. i over pack my stuff instead.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"wenqi! you are here" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"am i late??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"nope. ok.. everyone here intro yourself starting from the left" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2 hours of badminton and 6 hours of sleep, my muscle was sore all over (lesson learn from mistake 1). anyway, i made it to the gathering spot bracing the cold winter wind on time and off we go to the camp site. upon arrival, usual stuff, registration, unload our stuff and all, and mix around with camp members. Camp members mostly from south east asia region and also aussies. mostly from malaysia. To sum 4 days n 3 nights together, like i said, the camp is organised by youths for youths. and activities ranges from neuron killing thinking, taste bud fooling to physical demanding and being graceful and soft during dancing sessions at nite and in the early of the morning. the events are so proper plan that i had to use my old fungal growing high school camping skills to catch up. it really brings back the good old days of mud and sweat of high school camp back to me. Plus, the all-out commitment given by the committee members really made the camp a great one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"hey, my name is wenqi. u??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"hi, my name is *insert name*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ah.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[30 minutes later..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ei.. wats your name d ah??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the activities had meaning behind them. from training us to be patient, to trust our leaders, or even to imply the malay saying '&lt;em&gt;masuk kandang kambing mengembek, masuk kandang kerbau menguak'&lt;/em&gt; [literally translate to: enter a goat pen, bleat; enter a cows barn, moo.]* and many more. there was once all members were blindfold and was call to eat their lunch with hands and blindfold on. you might think its a hard one, but for me i seriously enjoyed my lunch a lot. and i had my 2nd serving. there was also once we need to feed each other for lunch. it was a great experience doing so and understanding how disable people and the care givers feel. other than all those 'torturing' games, we also was &lt;strike&gt;force&lt;/strike&gt; allowed to sleep in the middle of the day for a 'light and easy' time. We even &lt;strike&gt;went to japan to&lt;/strike&gt; enjoy the tea drinking process tru 'tea zen' session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ok.. now we need to select a leader, who wants to be??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"err..... you lah.. i don't want"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"aiyah.. scissors paper stone everyone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"harr?? i be la.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"really?? ok settle. you be leader"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like always, camp activities are not the best parts in camps. the best part is when all of us get together and chit chat, laugh, sing and dance together. the times we had together between meal times, or during our free time where we are free to do anything. we talked, sing, share our past and present and many more. there was also one night when i and 2 other guys stayed up late to prepare for our drama's props.. i didn't expect to see such dedicated members around. those times are where memories come from. of course, the process in preparing our cheer, dramas and debate was absolute fun. i have and will apply this quote from now on. 'enjoy the process and not the outcome, for at every outcome, there begins a new process' i really enjoyed myself being part of my group in being a multi-talented group. its one of the few times when i manage to see all group members come out with their talents through all the activity. maybe i am just over observant or is just myself feeling dat way. i notice that i as part of my team, we come from different backgrounds but with our backgrounds we manage to put in all our strength in preparing for the activities and games. with this wonderful group, although there are no best group award, i feel that we already be the best group =) thanks verdanians.. thanks alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"EI WAT HOSPITAL?? I DIDN'T BUY HOSPITAL LEH??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i said your mum needs an surgery.. she is at the hospital..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"WHAT SURGERY VERSUS HOSPITAL?? GOT MEH?? WHERE GOT?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I SAID UR MUM NEEDS SURGERY AT THE HOSPITAL!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"WHAT??!?!??!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole camp was such fun of course goes to all committee members that had put in effort into making it a good one. with their effort, i think the outcome of their effort is clearly shown tru the end of the camp where everything turns out well and all the members went back with a great experience. maybe there are some problems arise behind the scenes, but, WELL DONE committee members. you guys were great. maybe all of you know that already, but i guess i can't stop myself from telling you guys (and gals) that u all are really good. i being a camp committee member before really understands the effort needed to make such camp a great one. special thanks to our 2 group facilitators that give us the support and ideas and also help us in understanding the questions of the drama titles and discussions and stuff. as for the discipline master, duty time was fun, especially i manage to prepare asam laksa [yes.. we had penang asam laksa in camp. something we hardly get in aussie]. programmers, the camp plan was great. the dance was great. the activities was great. the chef(s), thanks for all the meals, to the president, all the best to you in your trip to the largest country on this planet. can catch 1 panda for me?? hahahha... on last time, all committee members, you guys did A GREAT JOB!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ok.. 1st you need to get a partner"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[everyone gets partner]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"now i want you to look into your partners eyes, and feel, what is he/she feeling"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"what??!!?!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"just do what i just say till i say stop. start now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[everyone looks into others eyes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*3 seconds later......*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAH!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a week past the camp. and people say it takes time to really find the true words to use especially when one wants to describe an event that they really like and to allow a time frame before saying anything stupid. 1 week is enough i guess to really figure out what my mind is thinking (being mindful here =]). i really enjoyed myself a lot. looking forward to kids camp soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-3736479132964313975?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/3736479132964313975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=3736479132964313975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3736479132964313975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3736479132964313975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/07/ru-shi-youth-camp.html' title='ru shi youth camp'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-4613420980348566275</id><published>2008-07-20T22:03:00.010+09:30</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:55:19.241+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self notes'/><title type='text'>mindfullness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'please be quiet and i am serious about this'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i crossed my legs, stacked my palms and closed my eyes, reducing the dim light of the room to a total darkness. concentrating on my breathing, in and out. the cold air did not do much good towards the situation. many of the other 20 people were thickly wrapped under their blankets, somehow, my thermoreceptors did not register the cold feeling. the sounds from the factories around the room are the only sounds heard through the silent night. during this time, i tried to reflect back on the pass 3 days i spend here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'vedana hot to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;H-O-T-T-O-G-O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;awhoop hot to go~'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past 3 days, it reminds me of the the past me. the me that use to reflect on my life. but sitting in the quiet room, i tried to think about the the things i have done but nothing came into my mind, as if there is a black hole, sucking up all the memories. i tried to go throughout the day from sunrise to sunset, but i just can't remember what had happen during those times, i can't remember what i saw, what i heard, or what i say. i just can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tap on my shoulder, breaks my thoughts, i got up and walked towards the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'walk along the corridor, and observe the wall, and remember to be mindful'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took the paper lantern, and started my journey into the cold darkness. Questions arises from my thoughts, what am i expecting?? at the corner of the building, i turn.. and saw 4 pictures on the wall with 4 words on each. life, old age, sickness and death. 'hmmm, this is the cycle of life' i told myself, and move on. a row of candles guided me then to another place.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'crawl through this tunnel, and remember, be mindful'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the light of the torch light i held, shined on something familiar.. 'hey this are the stuff i did for the pass 3 days' what r they doing here??' with my chest on the cold floor, i look around, some memories flow back into my mind.. i crawl along.. and looking at all the scenes.. the tunnel was short and there were too many pictures to be seen.. but i move on quickly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;cover your eyes, and now you will be blindfold. don't worry, you will be guided along'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total darkness, i trusted my guide along the path of the unknown. a hand held tightly on my arm and another press against my back, being blinded is not fun. for all that you can do is trust your guide. being nervous due to the unknown stiffen my body. my guide sensed the nervousness, and said,&lt;br /&gt;'don't worry, you are in good hands'. i trusted my guide for that's all i can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'hold the string and guide your way. try not to hurt yourself. i will now let go'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my guide that i trusted let go. i felt the pair of warm hands leave my body, leaving me alone. 'what are they trying to do??' my heart asked. experience told me, being alone and blinded is not a good thing in this situation. will they do something bad to me?? where does the string lead? how long it takes?? damn, too many questions. holding the string with my left hand, and feeling my way with my right, i &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;crawled&lt;/span&gt; along the way. taking each step is hard. negative thought flows into my mind. what will i face in every step?? is there anything sharp?? or dangerous?? what if there is a step and i fall down? will there be anyone around? i pushed on. alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'alright. this is the end.. now please follow me'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pair of hands held my arm and gently push me along in to the unknown. this time, i wasn't scared. for that i know i was not alone anymore. the feeling of being help when you are alone is beyond words. a pair of warm hands touch mine, and said 'oh dear, why are your hands so cold??'. i wanted to answer but the warm feeling just keep me from saying anything. i was then guided to another place, a place i am more familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'through out the process, do you want to share with us what you feel??'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still being blindfold, a soft voice asked us about this question. my mind reflected back on the previous seconds, maybe minutes, i can't find the answer. i can't tell what i am feeling. i have no answer. but after the whole event, i thought back. the waiting, the tunnel, the journey i made alone, and at the end, the feeling of warm from being touched by warm hands. its journey of life. the times of being alone and being helped by someone when you least expect. i tried to search for the correct words to answer the following questions, but words fail to express clearly what i am feeling at those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being mindful to our surrounding, towards what we eat, see and do. i realise by doing so, we could see taste and feel more than we use to. eliminating the sense of sight really taught me to be mindful on things around us. being mindful doesn't only means be aware of ones surrounding. be mindful also means one must remember that there are many more things that happen without us noticing or knowing. as we breath, someone else will die, as the person dies, others will be born, as one is born, mayb some will be sick. if only one can always be mindful on what is happening, and spend a few minutes of the day, thinking about what is happening around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'now you can remove your blindfold'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;removing the blindfold and seeing familiar faces around. i am in a familiar place. a place that i spend my last 3 days there. i know its over. with the event over, i bring with me, a new experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-4613420980348566275?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/4613420980348566275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=4613420980348566275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4613420980348566275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4613420980348566275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/07/mindfullness.html' title='mindfullness'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-3778710730757135751</id><published>2008-07-13T14:07:00.010+09:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:47:25.376+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>80,000 trees~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kangaroo Island Nationally Threatend Plant Project has called upon volunteers to help in their program of planting 80,000 trees.. yes.. eighty-thousand trees on that island in 3 days. 1st i must note here.. THIS IS NOT A RECORD BREAKING PROJECT &lt;strike&gt;unlike some countries... making big events for a public stunt&lt;/strike&gt; *ahem* *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222355914780027138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHmJCQcfqQI/AAAAAAAAAg8/fuGsefebI6E/s200/IMG_1392.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small little welcome sign greet us on arival of planting ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222354556947426674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHmHzOH-bXI/AAAAAAAAAf8/sZKu1bWpf6o/s200/IMG_1418.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the land where 80,000 trees will grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this project is divided into 3 days and involves about 200 people with 150 volunteers from my uni. my friends and i joined the 1st day as the 1st 50 volunteers to start off with the project. The plan was to re-establish threatend plant species in Kangaroo Island(KI).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHmJB-r_HyI/AAAAAAAAAgs/IkKoBr5MXkQ/s1600-h/P7040726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222355910013165346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHmJB-r_HyI/AAAAAAAAAgs/IkKoBr5MXkQ/s200/P7040726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the baby plants ready in the tray&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222354572778098882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHmH0JGTUMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/879NH5Redzk/s200/IMG_1407.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;single tray, each tray contains 50 smaller potted plants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our planting sessions early in the morning at 9.30 and it ends at 4.30 in the evening. and the plan was to plant about one third of 80000 plants. 50 of us is devided into groups of six and was led to a plot of empty land devided into 4 rows. each about 100m X 3m big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHmJCG5DXwI/AAAAAAAAAg0/JtxXA8AdsYg/s1600-h/P7040737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222355912215453442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHmJCG5DXwI/AAAAAAAAAg0/JtxXA8AdsYg/s200/P7040737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lining up for our lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222355898797231378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHmJBU55jRI/AAAAAAAAAgk/luPmF8W35TY/s200/P7040722.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;clear blue sky, people in action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;each row we will have to plant about 200 plants of about 20 species randomly to recreate the natural enviroment of the island. in a team of 6, we are devided into jobs of 'making the hole with the planter' , 'placing pots of plants next to the hole', 'planting the plant' and 'collecting the empty pots'. its alot of squarting and bending throuout the day. nevertheless it was fun and enjoyable. they even had a small competition on which group planted the most trees in 10 minutes. our group did 205 trees in 10 minutes pretty fast huh?? apparently 1 of the groups did 300+ in 10 minutes. and nobody belives them.. muahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222354559680341106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHmHzYTjZHI/AAAAAAAAAgE/szXkxbhLnUo/s200/IMG_1416.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my team in action.. 2 pod, 2 physios', 1 business and 1 engineerin student. the one in orange is our leader. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222354568669743282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHmHz5yyyLI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Hc_shuzQPFw/s200/IMG_1411.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the empty rows where we plant our plants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the organising commettie was superb!! at every 2 hours we have a break. we had morning tea, and lunch there. and the meals was quite good too given we are in the middle of no where without water and proper kitchen to cook. and during meals, we are given talks about the program and also their koala maintainence in the island. apparently, koalas are afraid of the color yellow.. hahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHmH0XEsBbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/h1OuI0H8OSA/s1600-h/IMG_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222354576529425842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHmH0XEsBbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/h1OuI0H8OSA/s200/IMG_1400.JPG" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222361114877780338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHmNw8UaYXI/AAAAAAAAAhM/gVKiji5ugn0/s200/IMG_1420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 of the many plants we planted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the plants will take about 4 to 6 years to fully grown and only the reall outcome of the program will be seen. although we had planted about 80,000 plants... not all of them will grow. as the law of nature states, survival of the fittest, mayb only half of them will grow as planed. the plants we planted will not be taken care off and nature will take its course on them. it would be nice to go back to the spot in 4 years time to see how our plants grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222361118772670658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHmNxK1BsMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Y-9LkdSJS2g/s200/IMG_1422.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;injuries of the day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222361056168589314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHmNthnDOAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/C05jD8cIWl0/s200/P7040769.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the sunset bid farewell to us =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;we left the planting ground by 4.30 and leave the rest of the planting to group 2 and 3 for the next 2 days to complete. our team of 50 volunteers manage to plant about twenty something thousand on the day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-3778710730757135751?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/3778710730757135751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=3778710730757135751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3778710730757135751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3778710730757135751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/07/80000-trees.html' title='80,000 trees~'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHmJCQcfqQI/AAAAAAAAAg8/fuGsefebI6E/s72-c/IMG_1392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-202568704584098032</id><published>2008-07-12T08:00:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T12:33:49.549+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>port adelaide</title><content type='html'>port adelaide, a place where u can really go out to sea and watch dolphin swim in the sea!!!&lt;br /&gt;its about 20 minutes train ride or 1 hour bus ride from the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXJdhLLzQI/AAAAAAAAAek/YpMCKBgYMW4/s1600-h/IMG_1245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221300851964628226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXJdhLLzQI/AAAAAAAAAek/YpMCKBgYMW4/s320/IMG_1245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;port adelaide lighthouse, and the market at the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXJdzqy7LI/AAAAAAAAAes/fuOnCQ6H57g/s1600-h/IMG_1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221300856929053874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXJdzqy7LI/AAAAAAAAAes/fuOnCQ6H57g/s320/IMG_1229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inside the market. you can find all sorts of stuff here. from books, clothes, hardware, computers, motorbikes etc etc etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXJeSoex_I/AAAAAAAAAe0/UpbVAUunFFg/s1600-h/IMG_1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221300865240844274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXJeSoex_I/AAAAAAAAAe0/UpbVAUunFFg/s320/IMG_1220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tourist info center. nice building huh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXJfGTXq1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/FyoisLw4SaM/s1600-h/IMG_1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221300879110941522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXJfGTXq1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/FyoisLw4SaM/s320/IMG_1233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the bicycle store.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXJelxdhdI/AAAAAAAAAe8/8lMt7M0-h5I/s1600-h/IMG_1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221300870378784210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXJelxdhdI/AAAAAAAAAe8/8lMt7M0-h5I/s320/IMG_1225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they even sell pig ears too!!! erm.. yea.. PIG EARS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXEI2Wx5OI/AAAAAAAAAd8/fscYyRlI0WM/s1600-h/IMG_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221294999315014882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXEI2Wx5OI/AAAAAAAAAd8/fscYyRlI0WM/s320/IMG_1300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yupp this is the boat we ride to watch dolphins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXEJNZ-DcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hy8CP7pzFCw/s1600-h/IMG_1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221295005502410178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXEJNZ-DcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hy8CP7pzFCw/s320/IMG_1295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sail boat parked at the side.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXEJX8zaYI/AAAAAAAAAeM/I6A1KoxoLc8/s1600-h/IMG_1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221295008332867970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXEJX8zaYI/AAAAAAAAAeM/I6A1KoxoLc8/s320/IMG_1287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;petroleum carier &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXEKESFI4I/AAAAAAAAAeU/yhF5LTl9ZdM/s1600-h/IMG_1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221295020233270146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXEKESFI4I/AAAAAAAAAeU/yhF5LTl9ZdM/s320/IMG_1279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;submarine... yes.. 2 submarines &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXEKmGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAec/7nsvHswOtwo/s1600-h/IMG_1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221295029312412306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXEKmGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAec/7nsvHswOtwo/s320/IMG_1263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;view of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHCn-fjeFmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/IZwIWG2IjCs/s1600-h/IMG_1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219856660186404450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHCn-fjeFmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/IZwIWG2IjCs/s320/IMG_1313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;township of port adelaide. notice there is very little cars. we went on a sunday morning thats why... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHCn-qIdvMI/AAAAAAAAAdc/w5c-8BRzaYc/s1600-h/IMG_1312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219856663025925314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHCn-qIdvMI/AAAAAAAAAdc/w5c-8BRzaYc/s320/IMG_1312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;info center, again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHCn-24TsbI/AAAAAAAAAdk/0n7vhIDjjf4/s1600-h/IMG_1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219856666447819186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHCn-24TsbI/AAAAAAAAAdk/0n7vhIDjjf4/s320/IMG_1310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of the buildings in port adelaide, very british feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHCn_SBCNJI/AAAAAAAAAds/rwD6Ekr0AKk/s1600-h/IMG_1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219856673732179090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHCn_SBCNJI/AAAAAAAAAds/rwD6Ekr0AKk/s320/IMG_1306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people feeding the seaguls, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHCn_tZO0bI/AAAAAAAAAd0/U53i-1AGrTA/s1600-h/IMG_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219856681081426354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHCn_tZO0bI/AAAAAAAAAd0/U53i-1AGrTA/s320/IMG_1303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the place we buy our tickets =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the trip we manage to see a few dolphins swiming and i did capture a video on it but then i dun know to upload it here =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh btw.. who wants to be a judge?? anyone interested?? i can buy this for you.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*bang bang bang... COURT!!!!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXarYPTIQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/K-fRWrV9QyQ/s1600-h/IMG_1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221319781781807362" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="176" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXarYPTIQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/K-fRWrV9QyQ/s320/IMG_1234.JPG" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;====================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;coming up next==&gt; eighty thousand trees =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHdXvJuVnFI/AAAAAAAAAf0/1DSdAigNrr0/s1600-h/IMG_1700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221738760535120978" style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="212" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHdXvJuVnFI/AAAAAAAAAf0/1DSdAigNrr0/s320/IMG_1700.JPG" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&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/2846584585901160682-202568704584098032?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/202568704584098032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=202568704584098032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/202568704584098032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/202568704584098032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/07/port-adelaide.html' title='port adelaide'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SHXJdhLLzQI/AAAAAAAAAek/YpMCKBgYMW4/s72-c/IMG_1245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-3384129933555252551</id><published>2008-07-10T09:04:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:43:08.458+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self notes'/><title type='text'>faces of disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"wenqi, can you help me??"&lt;br /&gt;"huh?? what happen??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;a call in the morning, breaking the silence of my room, waking me up and made me thinking why are you calling? hearing the voice on the other end answered my 1st question. i went to your aid, but with a mind full of questions, but also knowing its not a good time to ask. your sound is different from the normal you, serious and nervous and hearing that, i left my lame jokes aside. i know this is serious and its not funny. meeting you up, tells me that you are at the edge of breaking down. and you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"hey, what do u think of me??"&lt;br /&gt;i stated my answer&lt;br /&gt;"hah, that's not me... this is the real me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyday, putting a strong look for the world to see, masking all ones problems, and only showing the happy and joyfull look for the world to see is part of human nature or at least for some. smiling at friends, laughing like they are the happiest people in the world and hiding well all the sorrows behind. does this makes one feel better?? or just makes one look stronger?? or they just want to keep their sorrows lock away deep inside and be happy for the few moments in life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiding these emotions are no easy task, i myself does it. everyone does it. hiding it from others and keeping it to myself just because there is too many questions ask when i share them. shadowing your troubles with your cheerful face and happy looks, that the world accept u are a happy and care free person, but, somehow, someday, you will be burden by these troubles that you crackdown. sometimes alone, or sometimes with someone that cares about you, but not given the chance before. revealing your true self to the world, shock and blank, the world react. how are we suppose to accept this? is being around when in need is enough??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;"i don't know why when in front of you guys, my smile will automatically come out"&lt;br /&gt;"well, i can see that.. people don't usually show their weak side out.."&lt;br /&gt;"of course, we wont want to look weak to others..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;masking your sorrows from the world, putting a happy face when ever the world greets you sure must be a tired job. i myself tried before. behind all the laughter and joy, lies the problems and negative thoughts that you think no one could help you. you think that its better to keep the problems to yourself. If you ask, who wants to show their weakest side for the world to judge?? i will not be the ones that raise my hand for that question&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;while the world judge the weak and look up to the strong, i still believe that help is everywhere and all you need to do is ask. i do not want to be a fair-weather friend where only laugh about with jokes and during happy times. all i ask for is to be a someone that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;could help you when the time needs. all you need to do is say you need help. thou i sense u need help, but without you opening up, there is no way the world could help you there. i am no psychic after all, and i don't do mind reading either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;the sound of the phone beeping, pointing out a message is receive. i saw that your matter is settled at the time being. i am glad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-3384129933555252551?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/3384129933555252551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=3384129933555252551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3384129933555252551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3384129933555252551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/07/faces-of-disguise.html' title='faces of disguise'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-2776631679357732772</id><published>2008-07-06T21:21:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:42:03.447+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of boredom.'/><title type='text'>internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sound of rain, hitting the roof&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cooling down the day of winter, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hiding under his quilt horizontally, he typed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to dust a little, his orange site,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the evil and mean connection,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;disallowing him to do so,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;giving up wasn't a option,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and orange keep fighting on,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for only his dear readers in his mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he fought with his mouse, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the 'F5' button,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he fought bravely, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet, little orange is weak,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the battle is lost and failure gloom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"oh well" , orange sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you win tonight, but, don't be happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for that i will win you back soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-2776631679357732772?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/2776631679357732772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=2776631679357732772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/2776631679357732772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/2776631679357732772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/07/internet.html' title='internet'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-1404594090352427948</id><published>2008-06-29T21:48:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:26:39.150+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'>PES (post exam syndrome)</title><content type='html'>exams just ended last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;. and i am still feeling tired up to this day....&lt;br /&gt;well, overall, i did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for my exams i guess, so now hopping for the best for all papers. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this exam was kind of a different experience overall compare to all other exams i have been through. the major difference is that, the exams are held in a different place from my Uni and all students have to take a 20 minutes bus to that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;veneu&lt;/span&gt;. other than that, exams are held in HUGE halls, where everyone from different courses sit and have their paper. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;... here is part of my experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 1st day of the exams, was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; morning 9.00 a.m. paper. and guess what time i woke up??? *insert suspense music* I WOKE UP AT 8.00 in the morning!!!! so.. u were wondering whats the big deal?? well, i promised a few of my friends that we will catch a cab to the exam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;veneu&lt;/span&gt; at 8.00. I called the cab to come pick us up at 8 and i woke up at 8!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;geng&lt;/span&gt; a not?? i took 5 minutes to change, clean myself and made breakfast and another 5 minutes to meet up with my friends and catch the cab. talk about adrenaline rush man... lucky we planned to take the cab.. if not i most probably missed the bus already. phew~ we made it to the exam hall in time, everything went well after that. So.. lesson learned.. if you need to wake up early on a major event, get some one to get you up. there is a difference from waking up and getting up... never ever trust mobile phone alarms.. they kill....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the last day of my exam, which was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;, my last paper was at 6.30 in the evening. and right before entering the exam hall, we have to group outside. man.. the wind was blowing and everyone was freezing. with the addition of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-exam-nervousness, somehow the shivering is almost similar to having a fits or epilepsy attack. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thermoreceptors&lt;/span&gt; in the skin will fire rapid impulses as if there will be no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing about that paper was, it was beyond expected.. we were conned by our lecturer!!! evil Evil EVIL!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. joking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.. she is one of the best lecturer for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;. well, i guess is part of the students fault as well. we was given a revision lecture and the lecturer gave us 'tips' about the exam plus an exact extended answer(essay)  exam question as bonus for our obedience in lecture. [see how kind of her...]  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SOOOOooooo&lt;/span&gt;.... as 'obedience' students, &lt;strike&gt;all&lt;/strike&gt; most of us, treat that lecture as gospel and studied ONLY what ever she put in the lecture slides. OK.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; not much problem... the problem is... WE... the obedience students went and spot other extended answer question that is coming out. AND.. worst part is we thought that the question she gave us was a 15 mark question. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;MANA&lt;/span&gt; TAU... when i saw the paper.... is only worth 5 marks... *BIG SWEAT* and many of the questions we tried to spot and memorised DID NOT COME OUT!!!! and what that is not in the revision lecture slides WAS ASK IN THE EXAM!!!!  &lt;strike&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;KNS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;betul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;SOooo&lt;/span&gt;.. lesson learn, STUDY EVERYTHING.. AND...DO NOT EVER TRY TO BE SMARTER THAN THE LECTURER!!! no matter what tricks u do.. they will be always smarter... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;, knowing more is better than knowing less??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during all the exams, the brain is being so focus on that paper that i could not even day dream, i did not notice who is sitting around me, and so focus that i did not even remember to shake my legs or to chew my chewing gum which is sitting in my mouth between my upper and lower molar. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even remember that i was hungry because i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; had a proper dinner for my last paper... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;geng&lt;/span&gt; a not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, now that everything is over, fingers cross, toes cross, eye cross, tongue cross, hand cross leg cross that the exam results will be good!!! please please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-1404594090352427948?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/1404594090352427948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=1404594090352427948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1404594090352427948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1404594090352427948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/06/pes-post-exam-syndrome.html' title='PES (post exam syndrome)'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-7992329967977030447</id><published>2008-06-18T01:39:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:55:44.124+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self notes'/><title type='text'>the orange~exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;while i was walking home today, after a long day in uni, spending almost 8 hours straight with biomechanics disscussions with my mates, i just realise &lt;strike&gt;3 &lt;/strike&gt;no.. 2 things..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;EXAMS in THIS SATURDAY!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IS THE END OF MY 1ST SEM IN UNI!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;HOLIDAYS ARE COMMING &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;point 1,&lt;br /&gt;exams are begining on this saturday 9 oclock in the morning for my 1st paper and ends next thursday at 8.30 p.m. so, unless times like this, (its 1.45 a.m. now) when there are studies get overboard, there wont be much action here.. there are mix feelings of this exams, part of me telling me that i should do well, other part is telling me i cannot ever fail this exam. although the failing rate for one of the particular subject (anatomy) is freaking high, there are other stuff to worry as well... damn, shall i be worried or be confident?? no.. over confidence is sucide.. better be worried... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point 2,&lt;br /&gt;in a blink of an eye is already 1 sem past.... will conclude everything that happen after my exams.. as always.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt; yay!! at last my 1st winter is coming.. so far i some plans in my break.. so, my 1 month is kinda not empty. yet not too full.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn... screw you wenqi.. you are suppose to study and kick this site away.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*back to books........*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-7992329967977030447?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/7992329967977030447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=7992329967977030447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/7992329967977030447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/7992329967977030447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/06/orangeexams.html' title='the orange~exams'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-2900524481395777176</id><published>2008-06-15T20:01:00.006+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:44:44.319+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self notes'/><title type='text'>a little glimpse of my life</title><content type='html'>tagged by &lt;a href="http://didiooi.blogspot.com/"&gt;DD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tag people and posts their names, then go to their blogs and leave a comment, letting them know they got tagged.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 8.06p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Name: Orange Ng.&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: nil&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: elder, 1&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 9, 9.5&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5''9&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: adelaide, aussie&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home: Sandakan, Penang,&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks: coffee!! addicted to it =P&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast: branch??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane: yeap&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: yea&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: of coz!!&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: erm... no.... *i think...*&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: yeah, i think so....&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: No... my sleep is important&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like: erm.. typical students room?? oversea-away-from-home-student-room&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you: my notes, table lamp, choc chip cookies, waterbottle,&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: white sauce pasta with blackpepper chicken(bake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: nope.. vaccinated thou...&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: yea.. about a month ago&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: nope.. never, almost got one.. but.... no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight: erm.. no i guess.. at least havent experience??&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: yeah.. any outdoor activity is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person&lt;br /&gt;You danced with: erm... no.. didn dance&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: appearance of my dinner??&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at: no yelling since high school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: the outcome of an after throwing lots of effort into something, being among my friends talking through out the night and catching the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: hahaha.. no.. no stuff animals&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed: box, bag, dust, carpet&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: hate is strong.. no hating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there a person who is on your mind right now: yea&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you want children: yupp&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often: i guess sometimes i smile too much&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you like your hand-writing: yupp, although is barely read-able,&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are your toenails painted: nope&lt;br /&gt;Q: Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: any bed will be fine...&lt;br /&gt;Q: What colour shirt are you wearing: dark blue&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you doing at 7:00pm yesterday: dinner in front of my laptop&lt;br /&gt;Q: I can't wait till: till my exams are over and for my KI trip =)))&lt;br /&gt;Q: When did you cry last: nope.. didn cry for some time...&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person: yeah.. i hope so...&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any pets: facebook's pets count?? eh.. dats dead too.. so. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. sometimes, when TV is lame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;taking a break before hitting the books again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;No, dont remember any occasions that i need to go through windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;Me?? too forgiving?? erm.. maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father?&lt;br /&gt;mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;br /&gt;didn cry for a long time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved?&lt;br /&gt;erm... about the same number as your fingers??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy?&lt;br /&gt;yupp... i try to at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?&lt;br /&gt;nope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?&lt;br /&gt;out... out and have a walk somewhere.. maybe alone mayb drag a friend along... most of the time alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;quiet.. but depend on the croud as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident?&lt;br /&gt;depend on what i am doing?? yes and no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago..&lt;br /&gt;1- running around my housing estate&lt;br /&gt;2- burning ants, leaves trees behind the house,&lt;br /&gt;3- basketball at the park&lt;br /&gt;4- tv&lt;br /&gt;5- digimon!!!! [i almost forget about this =)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today&lt;br /&gt;1- study anatomy (done)&lt;br /&gt;2- study biomechanics (halfway done)&lt;br /&gt;3- study physiology&lt;br /&gt;4- study health n clinical studies&lt;br /&gt;5- stay awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;1- chocolates&lt;br /&gt;2- nuts, any nuts will be fine&lt;br /&gt;3- potato chips, (ori flavour or salt n vineger)&lt;br /&gt;4- biscuits&lt;br /&gt;5- ice-cream float?? (aussie ice-creams are so different!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire&lt;br /&gt;1- save and collect interest&lt;br /&gt;2- get a nice beach side house, with a car&lt;br /&gt;3- get a family??&lt;br /&gt;4- invest in properties&lt;br /&gt;5- donate to the needed, enviorement and animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived in&lt;br /&gt;1- sandakan, sabah,&lt;br /&gt;2- Kenawwai 7A, KK&lt;br /&gt;3- lavinia court, penang&lt;br /&gt;4- sungai ara, penang&lt;br /&gt;5- north adelaide, adelaide (current location)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I've had&lt;br /&gt;1- teaching assistant&lt;br /&gt;2- tuition teacher&lt;br /&gt;3- student&lt;br /&gt;4-&lt;br /&gt;5-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am to tag;&lt;br /&gt;-adoria&lt;br /&gt;-emily&lt;br /&gt;-Meiyi&lt;br /&gt;-s1m&lt;br /&gt;-banana&lt;br /&gt;-brian&lt;br /&gt;-carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-2900524481395777176?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/2900524481395777176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=2900524481395777176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/2900524481395777176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/2900524481395777176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-glimpse-of-my-life.html' title='a little glimpse of my life'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-6495345560380930503</id><published>2008-06-13T20:30:00.006+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:06:41.081+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self notes'/><title type='text'>Food For Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;orange's note: wow, i didn know this was set up so fast, and whats worst... ITS SET UP RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY EXAM SEASON!!!!! 'YAU MOU GAU CHOR AH!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SFJU_rI_iRI/AAAAAAAAAcY/_0bhuzF5v_E/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211321171710019858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SFJU_rI_iRI/AAAAAAAAAcY/_0bhuzF5v_E/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;preview~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. we have food blogs all over the place, and we have food bloggers as well. other than that, we of course have people eating food everywhere and in everywhere there are best [insert-food-name] in [insert-location]. so, this blog is typically introducing food which we think, well, best in Sandakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SFJUhbhkJoI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/kr22AV8jybQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandakan, as they intro in the their post, is situated in the East of Sabah, other words for North Borneo. also famously once known as 'little hong kong' and now pretty well known as the nature city &lt;strike&gt;and land without electricity and water&lt;/strike&gt;. Nevertheless, it serve good good food, agreeable by many. also was famous for its logs and rain forest which is now replace by oil palm plantations, its orang utan, and not forgetting... the wonderful fresh seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandakan &lt;a href="http://sdkfood.blogspot.com/"&gt;Food For Thought&lt;/a&gt; is art-ed by a 3 sandakan grown up bloggers, and now currently persuing their studies away from home. althought they are not physically in sandakan, the memories of taste still lingers strongly in their mind, thus promoting 2 of them to start the blog, draging the 3rd one together. and guess what, the 3 of them will be becoming a doctor, a chef/&lt;br /&gt;patisierie, and not forgetting, a podiatrist.. (i think is kinda obvious that i am part of the blog.... =]).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blog is young.. just about 1 week old. .and it has 5 post up to today. nevertheless, it needs all the support and suggestions there are. so feel fee to just drop us a note if u find/found or creating a nice place for others to endulge themselves with great food or drinks. although is only 5 post, there already show 3 of my all time favourite food. &gt;.&lt; class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;browse&lt;/span&gt; around, tell us which is your favourite, and of course, if you drop by the nature city, come and try our suggestions... maybe you will agree with us. see ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: and yes.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sandakan&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ians&lt;/span&gt; DOES LIVE ON TREES, HAVE LAPTOPS MADE OUT OF COCONUT SHELLS, RIDES AND ELEPHANT TO SCHOOL AND WEAR CLOTHS MADE OUT OF TREE LEAVES..... (whoever that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;believes&lt;/span&gt; this is a total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;failure&lt;/span&gt;.... wait.. hopeless is more like the word...... )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-6495345560380930503?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/6495345560380930503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=6495345560380930503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6495345560380930503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6495345560380930503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/06/food-for-thought.html' title='Food For Thought'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SFJU_rI_iRI/AAAAAAAAAcY/_0bhuzF5v_E/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-5224475063739552072</id><published>2008-06-07T16:37:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:06:02.761+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><title type='text'>huh?? he realised??</title><content type='html'>goverment WILL be taking &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/6/7/nation/21486431&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;4 measures to ease burden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some of the measures are......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cost-saving measures by government departments and agencies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;expanding the social safety net for people in the lower income bracket and underprivileged groups like single mothers and the handicapped (point no 12)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enlarging the list of controlled items to keep costs down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;improving public transport such as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PUTTING MORE BUSSES ON THE ROADS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(point no 14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEE WHAT DID I TELL YOU?? I can be PM already =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh wait.... for the point number one... cost saving measures by gov departments... guess what example our PM gave.... quoting..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;reducing overseas travel and the number of officials involved&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"...cost cutting on gouverment departments and agencies..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strike&gt;what the H**L&lt;/strike&gt;. can't he come up with a better example??? ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;minister: dear, i will be going to bangkok tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;minister's wife: what time are you going to KLIA?? can i come along?? can i go shopping??&lt;br /&gt;minister: no. no, and no. i am going to KTM station tomorrow and take a train all the way to Bukit Kayu Hitam, and take a bus to Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;minister's wife: oh, so shall i help u to call driver to send u over??&lt;br /&gt;minister: no, i need to take the bus down to the KTM station. oh 1 thing dear, do you know where is the KTM station?? is it the same as the LRT one down the street??&lt;br /&gt;minister's wife: i don't know leh... wait i ask the maid...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-5224475063739552072?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/5224475063739552072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=5224475063739552072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/5224475063739552072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/5224475063739552072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/06/huh-he-realised.html' title='huh?? he realised??'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-4259400905076267446</id><published>2008-06-05T13:18:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:54:53.748+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on thinking caps'/><title type='text'>typical malaysians??</title><content type='html'>most of the people are now aware that fuel price in malaysia has being increase by 40% from RM1.79 to RM2.00 per liter overnight. whats worst is that fuel subsidy will be abolish by the august this year. nevertheless, despite multiple hints and warning from the government that they 'cannot' prevent this from happening, the rakyat are still angry with the decision. being a malaysian and almost up to date on happenings there.. [stressed on the word 'almost'], lets predict what will happen in the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a royal commissioner will be set up to investigate the missing money from the fuel subsidies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;protest from so-call 'non-political' bodies, NGO's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;increase in price of teh-tarik.. from RM1.50 to 3.50, reason given from sellers saying, increase price of fuel, causes increase price in tea leaves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;increase price in meals from RM5.00 per meal to RM15.00 per meal,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;increase price in almost everything due to so call 'ripple effect' from the fuel cost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;opposition party leader, taking this as a opportunity to topple the government&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people going out to the streets to protest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people signing memorandum and march to the palace and hand it to the king&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;police sprays people with water cannons.... (might not happen, police force need to save petrol to escort the big-shorts to airports)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;appearance of many youtube clips singing how bad is the ruling government&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fishermen stranded at the jetty as they cant afford the new price of diesel, causing people to eat canned fish as their protein supply.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;government plans to have special subsidies for 'special-needed' people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;public transport increase fairs, causing a public uproar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;government promise to improve on public transport by puting more busses on the road&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people start to walk and cycle all over the place, causing an increase of skin cancer reports (eek..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more people die on buses as overcrowded happens and another royal commissioner is set up to investigate what exactly happen.. (due to fuel price lah... duh.. =.=)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blogger start attacking the government in cyberspace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prime minister starts his own blog... 'i-am-awake.blogspot.com' getting 2 millions hits per day.. wining chedet.com.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;increase in prices of fans and a drop of price of air conditioning units due to increase of electicity bill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[can't think of anymore...]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;at the end of the day..... my bet on whats going to happen.... N-O-T-H-I-N-G&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah... you know why?? because nothing will happen. life will goes on, there will be some complains at the coffee shop between old men and woman will exchange chats during early morning market trips.. but, nothing will happen. at least fuel price will not drop, but malaysians will just move along with their life... what say you??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-4259400905076267446?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/4259400905076267446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=4259400905076267446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4259400905076267446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4259400905076267446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/06/typical-malaysians.html' title='typical malaysians??'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-5795626404050231371</id><published>2008-06-02T01:05:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-02T01:38:53.365+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><title type='text'>the orange ~ weekly</title><content type='html'>when we are unable to find tranquility within ourselves;&lt;br /&gt;it is useless to seek it elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;its 1.00 in the morning now. and i just finish 1/3 of my assignment. this weekend was normal. and life here is normal and there is nothing hot happening.. i really wish that i can start my blog with something big such as.... erm...I WON 1,000,000 DOLLARS lottery or I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND( no, i am not desperate) but then, somehow things never happen that i wan't them to happen... i am sure many out there is waiting for me to say i am in relationship rite?? too bad.. they have to wait...&lt;br /&gt;anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i think i did mention on a dissection project somwhere before. guess what, it started. me n another 3 of the pods are in the middle of a generous person that donated 'the person's' body for science. well, we got a kinda unexpected person, and we had to remove lots of bits out. at the moment, after spending 4 hours with the generous person, we found 2 out of 6 muscle we are suppose to find. well, i am going to save the details from you guys just in case you all had a meal before reading this. something spooky happen thou... hehehe.. after going tru this, i have concluded that  i am not going to donate my body for science.... =P.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, its official that organising stuff is dead tiring. and i will try not to organise anything for anytime soon. getting everything fix together and making sure everything runs kinda mental stressful and also physical taxing. at least i am helping someone(or being help??) to organise that event. nevertheless, it went out fine. not to my expectations thou.. but it was fine i guess. &lt;strike&gt; BUT i expected more.... *sad*&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;another 2 more weeks of lecture and 3 more weeks to exams... yeah.. i been preparing for my 1st exams for my 1st sem. so.. life kinda dull now.. when everyone is pushing against the exams... is nice to hear many going home for their break.. enjoying home food is something i sometimes crave..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now, brain has move into anerobic respiration state already. damn... had to head off early later... in the cold gloomy weather.. *wonders if the sun is out tomorrow*&lt;br /&gt;nites~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-5795626404050231371?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/5795626404050231371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=5795626404050231371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/5795626404050231371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/5795626404050231371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/06/orange-weekly.html' title='the orange ~ weekly'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-6870132276883302438</id><published>2008-05-30T16:36:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-30T17:09:56.359+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><title type='text'>the orange</title><content type='html'>is tired =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-6870132276883302438?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/6870132276883302438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=6870132276883302438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6870132276883302438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6870132276883302438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/05/orange.html' title='the orange'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-3910545505479330952</id><published>2008-05-27T18:07:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:30:27.036+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'>student chef~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;frying my 1st egg way back 11 years ago and started playing with knives and fire in the kitchen since form 3 has basically trained me to identify what food is edible and what is not. plus, adding staying away at a total of almost 2 years now has increase my of course my skills and also.. most important of all, immune system(MAN in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kenawai&lt;/span&gt; according to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt;). so.. if you take exams levels as a comparison... i guess i have already reach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt; / a-level / &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; U state?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. sounds high huh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SDvQDPJ0PfI/AAAAAAAAAbg/6hKal6r1U34/s1600-h/IMG_0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204982548382629362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SDvQDPJ0PfI/AAAAAAAAAbg/6hKal6r1U34/s320/IMG_0619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; butter cake with coffee layers in between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the improvement(or is it by pure luck??) i still own 10 fingers without much scaring from kitchen injuries. of course i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt; manage to stay in the kitchen without cuts and burns, but i guess, some people did have part of my DNA in their food when they eat?? nah.. not blood.. just some of my lose epithelial cells from my skin, [ this part has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;censored&lt;/span&gt; by the writer]. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gross&lt;/span&gt;... and guess what, my blog is exposed to my housemate!! (daily customer of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cooking&lt;/span&gt;) i am so going to frighten them off.... ops...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204982556972563970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SDvQDvJ0PgI/AAAAAAAAAbo/NyvOcXTcsaY/s320/IMG_0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;noodles, steak and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; cabbage&lt;br /&gt;[combination of eastern n western food]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;being a student cooking is sometimes fun and sometimes pain in the @$$. cooking will be fun when things you cook turn out well and beyond edible. and of course if when you can make new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;recipes&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;existing&lt;/span&gt; left overs in the fridge. impressive?? wait till you experience what can people (especially students..) do when they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; hungry in the kitchen. while the fun part is when we enjoy our meal, the part where you wonder what to cook with 24KG of chicken quarters is really a pain in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tooooT&lt;/span&gt;! and yes, we bought 24KG of chicken quarters which lasted for almost 2 months. i seriously wonder how to mum's and sometimes dads appear dishes that their kids never find bored.... any ideas how they do it?? is it with TLC towards their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cookings&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SDvQEPJ0PhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/cqC--Dy_fT0/s1600-h/IMG_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204982565562498578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SDvQEPJ0PhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/cqC--Dy_fT0/s320/IMG_0977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chicken pasta.. white sauce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the so-call-rule of cooking in this kitchen, as long as is edible, is good. simple huh?? wait till you see the combination. lets name the eaters A,B,C, &amp;amp; D. A n B doesn't eat tomato. A n C doesn't eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;brinjal&lt;/span&gt;. B doesn't eat cucumber. while C doesn't eat mushroom. the best them, D, eats everything. B very much prefers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;, while C doesn't really take spicy stuff. A likes hot soups, B eats everything with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt; on it. C whereas likes potato. B don't like sour stuff. and B prefer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-smelly fish, A likes noodles t . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;SOOOOooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;....... to meet up with the rule of cooking.... not that hard actually... just impose the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; rule.. RULE NUMBER 2: if you don't like it.. don't eat la.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hahahha&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; not nice to say... remember?? my blog is exposed to my housemate now.. =P&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SDvQEfJ0PiI/AAAAAAAAAb4/YRABZmiglvA/s1600-h/IMG_1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204982569857465890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SDvQEfJ0PiI/AAAAAAAAAb4/YRABZmiglvA/s320/IMG_1057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; seafood pasta.. white sauce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;well, of course, each chef has their own favourite dish to prepare. personally, i like preparing dishes that has the minimal washing to do after that. minimal washing means, the ability to have cook something with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;carbohydrates&lt;/span&gt;, fibers and protein all in one go. and best of all, you can enjoy the meal straight from the pot or wok. see how efficient is that?? (another words for..... l-a-z-y).&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SDvQEvJ0PjI/AAAAAAAAAcA/QtC256hvqFw/s1600-h/IMG_1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204982574152433202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SDvQEvJ0PjI/AAAAAAAAAcA/QtC256hvqFw/s320/IMG_1164.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;butter cup cakes.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; then.. i will now end this with a question.. i was planing to post some 'edible' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;recipes&lt;/span&gt; around.. 1 for my future reference and 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; maybe i could exchange some recipes from others.... well you know to solve the 'what-to-cook-for-dinner' question.. what do you think?? &lt;/p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;p/s: my aunt has a recipe blog.. so check it out =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-3910545505479330952?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/3910545505479330952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=3910545505479330952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3910545505479330952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/3910545505479330952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/05/student-chef.html' title='student chef~'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SDvQDPJ0PfI/AAAAAAAAAbg/6hKal6r1U34/s72-c/IMG_0619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-4301338511584277242</id><published>2008-05-22T20:19:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:10:44.218+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><title type='text'>yeah yeah syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;only having 2 other chinese speaking students in my podiatry program made me realise the fun of speaking the australian english. yeah??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah. here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;please insert your intonation yea?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ta*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: hey&lt;br /&gt;aussie: hey, how are &lt;strong&gt;yeah&lt;/strong&gt;?? [pronounce as 'yah']&lt;br /&gt;me: good..(automatic answer.. not good also answer good). you??&lt;br /&gt;aussie: i am fine, thanks. just finish my job before rushing here. How was your weekend??&lt;br /&gt;me: nothing much.. just the usuals *smiles* [halfway yawning]&lt;br /&gt;aussie: &lt;strong&gt;yeah&lt;/strong&gt;.. don't you just hate monday lectures??&lt;br /&gt;me: haha, yeah.. i didn't want to get off the bed today..&lt;br /&gt;aussie: &lt;strong&gt;yeah&lt;/strong&gt;.. is so cold outside today&lt;br /&gt;me: the sun is out thou.. but the wind is so strong&lt;br /&gt;aussie: &lt;strong&gt;yeah&lt;/strong&gt;, bet you were freezing when u cycle today&lt;br /&gt;me: haha, yupp. my fingers was numb just now.&lt;br /&gt;aussie: really? thats kinda sucks isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;strong&gt;yeah&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;aussie: have you printed out the notes for today lecture??&lt;br /&gt;me: notes? oh, i printed them this morning. 30 over slides...&lt;br /&gt;aussie: &lt;strong&gt;yeah&lt;/strong&gt;, i didn't get mine thou,&lt;br /&gt;me: should be able to get along without them i guess&lt;br /&gt;aussie: &lt;strong&gt;yeah&lt;/strong&gt;, i never understand what he/she say anyway...&lt;br /&gt;me: haha, &lt;strong&gt;yeah&lt;/strong&gt;.. me too... she was so fast the last lecture...&lt;br /&gt;aussie: &lt;strong&gt;yeah&lt;/strong&gt;.. i don't like her/him...&lt;br /&gt;me: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;[after lecture]&lt;br /&gt;me: heading home now??&lt;br /&gt;aussie: &lt;strong&gt;yeah&lt;/strong&gt;. you??&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;strong&gt;yeah&lt;/strong&gt;.. getting home now..&lt;br /&gt;aussie: &lt;strong&gt;yeah&lt;/strong&gt;, alrite then.. catch yeah later&lt;br /&gt;me: okay.. c ya&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;count how many '&lt;strong&gt;yeah&lt;/strong&gt;' is there....(___) &lt;-- [place answer here] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets try putting a &lt;u&gt;malaysian&lt;/u&gt; into place.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: WEI!&lt;br /&gt;malaysian: Oi, so late wan oh??&lt;br /&gt;me: you early jeh.. come so early for wat??&lt;br /&gt;malaysian: where got early?? got 10 more minutes lecture d.. samore early??&lt;br /&gt;me: ok lorr.. i late lorr.. happy?? [halfway yawning, other halfway giving 'swt' look..]&lt;br /&gt;malaysian: haizz... dun't like this lecture la.. so early.. damn sien..&lt;br /&gt;me: haha, yalorr.. early morning need to wake up... haizz..&lt;br /&gt;malaysian: samore outside so cold leh...&lt;br /&gt;me: cold meh?? got sun ah.. where got cold... wind blow dat time cold la. no wind not cold leh..&lt;br /&gt;malaysian: yalah yalah... u strong la... ciu&lt;br /&gt;me: of course ah.. at least stronger than u.. but then horr.. when reach uni horr.. my finger turn white leh... haha&lt;br /&gt;malaysian: nah.. you see you see, say strong worr.... blaff wan... dai si.. (serve you right) *laughing out loud*&lt;br /&gt;me: ok lorr... me not strong lorr.... happy?? at least stronger than u mah can lorr... huh~&lt;br /&gt;malaysian: ei.. u got print notes a not??&lt;br /&gt;me: notes?? that 30 plus slides dat one?? got ah.. why?&lt;br /&gt;malaysian: i haven't print leh... how ah??&lt;br /&gt;me: ceh... since when u print notes wan ah?? always see you never print notes wan la... but then.. this lecturer got notes, no notes oso the same wan lah...&lt;br /&gt;malaysian: ya lah... i print oso dun read wan la...&lt;br /&gt;me: haha.. ok lorr.. as long as you are happy.. this lecturer dono rushing for wat.. like rushing for thao toi (recarnation) like that only&lt;br /&gt;malaysian: haha.. ya lorr... ish! i dun like him/her larrr&lt;br /&gt;me: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;[after lecture]&lt;br /&gt;me: OI! balik ka?&lt;br /&gt;malaysian: yalah.. stay in uni for wat??&lt;br /&gt;me: dono you.. ok lah.. me oso wan to balik di..&lt;br /&gt;malaysian: haha.. ok ok.. bye&lt;br /&gt;me: bye&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;count how many 'yeah' in the 2nd version....(___) &lt;-- [place answer here] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... am i too boring for the australian guy?? i think i might have bored him/her to death... yeah?? yeah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*ta = thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-4301338511584277242?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/4301338511584277242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=4301338511584277242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4301338511584277242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4301338511584277242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeah-yeah-syndrome.html' title='yeah yeah syndrome'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-1900867812489501689</id><published>2008-05-20T00:43:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:27:02.451+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on thinking caps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><title type='text'>time of our life??</title><content type='html'>surprisingly it has move into the 4th week after my 2 weeks break.. which means another 5 more week till my 1st exams. sometimes i really wonder why time flies so fast. so fast till that we didn realise whats going on and the next thing we know it will be already in history. some of us say 24 hours isn't enough. while research shows that we are fitting about 30+ hours( i forgot the exact number) while the earth circles the sun once. thats like another 8 bonus hours..  how you may wonder??&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;youngsters nowadays are multitasking at almost every aspect in their life. they watch tv, listen to music, instant messaging on the computer while they are having breakfast. thats like doing 4 things at the same time. another example is some people will read a book while they sit on their throne doing their big business in the loo. that's 2 things together. or shouting into a wireless phone in the bathroom while bathing, or chatting while watching a movie in a different window. or classic example, drinking vodka, talking on the mobile phone, driving down the freeway and evading blaring siren and flashing lights behind(perfect recipe for disaster??).  yet we still complain 24 hours is not enough to fuel all the activities we have in mind. i guess for the time being, the only thing i cant think of ways to multi task is when i sleep. who knows, maybe in the future, i will be blogging while i am sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;people like me, still being young and high in stamina is still able to make a day with 6 hours of sleep. i did tried 4 hours before.. but i am staying at 6 at the time being. surprisingly, when i need more time, i sacrifices my sleep time. not my other leisure activity time, but i use the one of the most fundamental thing in life, my rest. i don't do gaming, no clubbing either nor not much other time wasting activities like staring at my computer screen watching drama's the whole day. and yes, i find watching what ever TVB dramas or bungalow MD, or desperate husbands or Lost or CSI madagascar created by mankind a big waste of time. so how do i survive a 4 hour sleep and still function as usual the next morning?? well, all thanks to a white, crystalline, bitter alkaloid, C8H10N4O2, usually derived from coffee or tea: used in medicine chiefly as a nervous system stimulant A.K.A caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;time, as they say is as precious as gold, or at today's context, oil. aussie petrol price hit $AUD 1.60 per litter. dats like freaking RM 6.00 for the same amount of petrol to fill up a 1.25 coke bottle. (how much is malaysians paying for petrol??) like oil, once burn, its gone. and the bad news of time is, its never replaceable. not like oil, burned oil produce carbon dioxide, which is absorb by trees and bla bla bla.. you know the drill.. and in the end it become petroleum. putting the oil bit aside, time, burn time will be considered history. there is no repeating of history, and we cannot change history. many of times people say, we must make good use of our time. but how?? by doing something meaningful?? or like what beauty pageants say, 'for world peace'??&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;interestingly, people like me, that has a malfunction biological clock, which never recognise whats late and 'its-pass-your-bedtime' thing.. thinking how to fill up this time is stressful at times. not using the time profitably will cause a great sense of guilt building up in me. while using it profitably will have me looking for more things to do. yea yea.. kill me for having so much time around to waste if u want. some might say, go study!! while others answer.. 'go and sleep earlier lah'. both answers is not working at the current time. kinda sucks thinking about it. you can't sleep but you can't study either. sigh~ hey having too much time to waste is kinda stressful too.. knowing you should be doing something but don't know what exactly it is.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i have just spend about 20 minutes typing some kind of random time thing above and i wonder whether people understand this.. unwinding the brain is what this all about i guess, sounds emo, but i prefer to call this.. reflection time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-1900867812489501689?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/1900867812489501689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=1900867812489501689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1900867812489501689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/1900867812489501689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-of-our-life.html' title='time of our life??'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-2105364915511934589</id><published>2008-05-18T12:11:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:11:12.890+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>morialta hiking trip..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;some pic from the 10km hiking trip last saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-cqj6WixI/AAAAAAAAAa4/G7yQjv9ZFlc/s1600-h/morialta++(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201548349644638994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-cqj6WixI/AAAAAAAAAa4/G7yQjv9ZFlc/s320/morialta++(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the begining of the hike..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-cqz6WiyI/AAAAAAAAAbA/q3NIzU10EV0/s1600-h/morialta++(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201548353939606306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-cqz6WiyI/AAAAAAAAAbA/q3NIzU10EV0/s320/morialta++(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; signboards along the way... we finish the 10km loop in 3.5 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-crD6WizI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1_ig_zEzZsk/s1600-h/morialta++(40).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201548358234573618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-crD6WizI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1_ig_zEzZsk/s320/morialta++(40).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blue sky, trees and fresh air..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-crT6Wi0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3a_1348Lubc/s1600-h/morialta++(65).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201548362529540930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-crT6Wi0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3a_1348Lubc/s320/morialta++(65).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; walking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-crj6Wi1I/AAAAAAAAAbY/q-2CeTh1fPw/s1600-h/morialta++(17).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201548366824508242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-crj6Wi1I/AAAAAAAAAbY/q-2CeTh1fPw/s320/morialta++(17).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-a2T6WisI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/iTnWy-_j49E/s1600-h/IMG_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201546352484846274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-a2T6WisI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/iTnWy-_j49E/s320/IMG_0888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some kind of mountain plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-a2z6WitI/AAAAAAAAAaY/2MBdyjPDZVo/s1600-h/IMG_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201546361074780882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-a2z6WitI/AAAAAAAAAaY/2MBdyjPDZVo/s320/IMG_0892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; top of the hill.. looking to other hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-a3D6WiuI/AAAAAAAAAag/bkLjfOklpdI/s1600-h/IMG_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201546365369748194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-a3D6WiuI/AAAAAAAAAag/bkLjfOklpdI/s320/IMG_0897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cave... damn shallow only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-a3T6WivI/AAAAAAAAAao/35h8qLnqRyk/s1600-h/IMG_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201546369664715506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-a3T6WivI/AAAAAAAAAao/35h8qLnqRyk/s320/IMG_0901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when u see monkeys in the wild in malaysia... here u get wild koala bears on trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-a3j6WiwI/AAAAAAAAAaw/0codAfMoum0/s1600-h/IMG_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201546373959682818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-a3j6WiwI/AAAAAAAAAaw/0codAfMoum0/s320/IMG_0917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rose....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-ZNT6WinI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ZpbOKnDNJBo/s1600-h/IMG_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201544548598581874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-ZNT6WinI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ZpbOKnDNJBo/s320/IMG_0838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-ZNj6WioI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tchyo5FFrWk/s1600-h/IMG_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201544552893549186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-ZNj6WioI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tchyo5FFrWk/s320/IMG_0851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rock walls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-ZOD6WipI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/KzhmEIWy7_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201544561483483794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-ZOD6WipI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/KzhmEIWy7_Q/s320/IMG_0863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when they say steep..... IT IS STEEP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-ZOj6WiqI/AAAAAAAAAaA/llZG79kmlb8/s1600-h/IMG_0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201544570073418402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-ZOj6WiqI/AAAAAAAAAaA/llZG79kmlb8/s320/IMG_0864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; begining of the steep slope... further to the end.. there is no 'square square' things on the floor for you.. just pure soil and round lose stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-ZPT6WirI/AAAAAAAAAaI/t9G0nlKbNGs/s1600-h/IMG_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201544582958320306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-ZPT6WirI/AAAAAAAAAaI/t9G0nlKbNGs/s320/IMG_0879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; waterfall.. small one only.. those people with nice landscaping has bigger fake waterfalls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yupp.. dats all.. hahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-2105364915511934589?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/2105364915511934589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=2105364915511934589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/2105364915511934589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/2105364915511934589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/05/morialta-hiking-trip.html' title='morialta hiking trip..'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SC-cqj6WixI/AAAAAAAAAa4/G7yQjv9ZFlc/s72-c/morialta++(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-6163486796006404099</id><published>2008-05-11T18:50:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:24:34.113+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><title type='text'>the orange ~ weekly</title><content type='html'>oh man.. so &lt;strike&gt; freaking damn shitty&lt;/strike&gt; busy!!!!! this was suppose to be a few post but then, i will compress everything into one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson number 1 for the post --&gt; look where u are going.. or in this case, cycling&lt;br /&gt;it was a cool evening. i was cycling towards the city to catch my dinner. as i was going tru the park, my mind suddenly thought of whether did i switch on the back like of my bicycle.... so to check, i twist my body to the back, and check.. ah yessss... my back light is switch on... and suddenly&lt;br /&gt;*THONK!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;my whole body flew about 1 meter away from my bike and i landed on my left side touching the ground, and my eyes looking straight into the clear gray evening sky.... after lying on the ground for about 30 seconds, i then only realise that i had run my bike in to a light post. noting injured badly, jus some blue black along my left leg regions. after that, kinda phobia of not looking where i am going. ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson number 2 for the post --&gt; salt water kills sore throat&lt;br /&gt;having a sore throat of an unknown course is kinda irritating especially its the first thing u notice when your brain starts to recieve impulses from parts of your body in the morning. and whats the fastest and most reliable short term cure for sore throat?? garggle with salt water of course!!! (although strepsils works better). get a cup and dissolve approx 1 tsp of salt and garggle the whole cup of saline solution. i bet you will feel much better after that. feel free to swallow them too.. but i don't really recomend that the 1st liquid that goes into your body is salt water.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a freaking long and tired day yesterday. got woken up at 6.15 from a friend. then drag myself off the bed and out of the house into the cold early morning to a bus stop. and then joined a 10 km hike for about 3 and a half hours long. den had a bbq lunch with lots of walking around. den went back and walk again.. and again and again.. and i ended back home at 12 a.m. total time walk in the day is almost 6 hours and i guess i cover almost 20 km.. will update some pics on the hiking trail soon... in a nutshell.... i am DEAD TIRED!!!!! i reach home half zombie like and starting to lose my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson number 3 of the post ==&gt; if u don't get enough rest.. u get sick&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. i am in a middle of a flu now... so.. i guess this sentence speaks out all. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-6163486796006404099?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/6163486796006404099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=6163486796006404099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6163486796006404099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6163486796006404099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/05/orange-weekly.html' title='the orange ~ weekly'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-6879115917403973067</id><published>2008-05-06T20:47:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:44:22.509+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><title type='text'>stupid....</title><content type='html'>how stupid can this be??&lt;br /&gt;i quote from a news in the malaysian insider:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foreign Minister Datuk Seri Dr Rais Yatim had proposed on Saturday that all women travelling out of the country alone be required to show a letter from their employer or family in a move to stop Malaysian women from being duped into carrying drugs for international syndicates.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;our new foreign minister wants all FEMALE to get concent from family members before traveling overseas alone!!! CONCENT FROM FAMILY MEMBERS!!!! oh man... how can he be so smart to suggest such things?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if you were saying is an underage child which is traveling alone.. then it can be understood. but what if a grandmother which is in johor and she wants to visit her grand kids in singapore?? does she need to get concent to?? selat teberau is a sea also rite??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Boy.. i want to visit my cucu in singlaporr next week.. can help me buy bus ticket??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"can... i go get concent form for you tomorrow......" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;son go get concent from the next day... and due with all the paper work and red tape.... poor grandma can only see her grand child half a year later..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;don't you think it sound weired??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so what about guys that travel alone overseas?? do they need concent?? if the minister thinks that guys don't need this kind of 'weired' stuff, don't u think is bias to females?? or the minister things that girls are not mature enough and too inocent to travel alone and they need someone to babysit them all day long?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lucky our PM is smart to strike out this proposal. one of the few good answers from our dear PM... phew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so...... what about those animal smuglers?? rice smugglers?? oil?? flour??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;updates.... the star reported that the proposal is only for those age under 21..... what difference shall it make??&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/2846584585901160682-6879115917403973067?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/6879115917403973067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=6879115917403973067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6879115917403973067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6879115917403973067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/05/stupid.html' title='stupid....'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-8191939045832812472</id><published>2008-05-01T17:22:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:48:57.624+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of boredom.'/><title type='text'>free??</title><content type='html'>msn personal message of someone --&gt; who is free this minute, second??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at this statement, the 1st thing that come to one's mind will be free as in having nothing to do. or is free in the sense that he or she is taking a break from something to do (like me now..). Obviously, it can be safely assume people that is reading the 2 lines above and the ones onwards is free. even the person blogging this is considerably free in despite having a test and an assignment to study and do respectively.  back to the point.. who is free this minute, second??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite being busy with all the revisions, assignment, baby sitting and work, most of us are free at almost every minute. free as in, we are free to choose what we want to do. We have the freedom in the new world that is not rule by a king and only do what the king commands one to do. most of us are free to do at almost everything we want to do without breaking the law( can this be considered as cutting away the freedom from us??). we can drive to the beach at 1 in the morning or we can walk down the street without asking for a permission from others (unless u are 13 and bellow??) we are free to choose what we want to eat, drink and of course we are free to choose how we want to live. we are also free to choose whether we need to help to increase population numbers. (we cant really help to decrease them thou...). we are free to have our own rational believes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering all the short points above, now, who can tell me they are not free?? if you are reading this, you are already having the freedom to access the internet and read blogs which are ban in certain countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================&lt;br /&gt;here is 1 of the FAQ that i encounter during my stay here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: why orange??&lt;br /&gt;A: well, there are many fruit names that is nice... for example, apple. but apple is more of a girl's name which sounds erm.. sweet?? while banana is a name which is name after chinese that don't know chinese.. thou i have a friend that is good in chinese that name himself banana.. while strawberry is kinda long.. and people might call 'straw' for short.. and watermelon is just not right for me.. i am generally too thin to be name so.  but most important of all, i am not too sure why orange got stuck on me... nevertheless, i am not a big fanatic on orange as in the fruit or the color, but i still wonder why orange myself.&lt;br /&gt;p/s: no offence to other names above.. they are all nice names.... =)&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its official!!! i had watch chicken little!!! and i realise i am no where close to him!!! yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;few reasons to prove this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am not a chicken.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i dun have a ugly duckling, a pig and a fish as my friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i dun stay in a chicken coup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i had never encounter any alien invasion in my life... nor experience a piece of the sky shape like a stop sign fall on my head every summer. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway....... fish out water is so so so cute!!! wins chicken little hands down. full stop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh btw.. there are many green stripes T's around in adelaide.... mayb i can still get 1 here... hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay... dats all for today's random posts... &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-8191939045832812472?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/8191939045832812472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=8191939045832812472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8191939045832812472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8191939045832812472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/05/free.html' title='free??'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-5673838762319879655</id><published>2008-04-28T01:24:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-28T01:59:04.555+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self notes'/><title type='text'>in the middle of the night...</title><content type='html'>poas major, poas minor, iliacus (iliopoas), rectus femoris, vastus [lateralis, intermedius, medialis] adductor [magnus, longus, brevis], gluteus [maximus, medius, minimus] piriformis, satorius, gracilis, obturator foramen, pectineus, semi-tendenosus, semi-membranosus, biceps femoris (long head, short head), obturator internus, obturator externus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fibularis [longus, brevis] tibialis anterior, extensor [digitorum, hallusis] longus, tibialis posterior, flexor [digitorum, hallucis] longus, gastroniminus, soleus, plantaris, fibularis tertius, politeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flexor digitorum brevis, abductor hallucis, abductor digiti minimi, quadratus plantae, lumbricals, flexor hallucis brevis(obelik and transverse), adductor hallucis, flexor digiti minimi brevis, dorsi interossei, plantar interossei, extensor digitorum brevis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[greater, lesser] trochanter, head, neck, shaft, intertrochanter line, linear aspera, gluteal tuberosity, [medial, lateral] epicondyles, [medial, lateral] condyles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[medial, lateral] epicondyle, tuberosity of tibia, interossious line, medial malleous, vertical line, soleal line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head, medial crest, anterior border, interosseous border, lateral malleous, posterior border, anterior surface, posterior surface, interosseous membrane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calcaneus, talus, navicular, cuniform (medial, intermidiate, lateral), cuboidal, metatarsal [I - V] phalanges [distal, middle, proximal]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iliofemoral lig, pubofemoral lig, ischiofemoral lig, [anterior. posterior] cruciate ligament, [medial, lateral] collateral ligament, [superior, inferior] extensor retinaculum, [superior, inferior] flexor retinaculum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;femoral N ( L2,3,4) obturator N ( L2,3,4)&lt;br /&gt;sciatic N (L4,5 &amp;amp; S1,2,)&lt;br /&gt;tibial N (L4,5,&amp;amp; S 1,2,3,)&lt;br /&gt;common fibular (L4,5, &amp;amp; S,1,2,)&lt;br /&gt;superficial fibular (L4,5, &amp;amp; S1)&lt;br /&gt;deep fibular (L5, &amp;amp; S1,2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-5673838762319879655?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/5673838762319879655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=5673838762319879655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/5673838762319879655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/5673838762319879655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-middle-of-night.html' title='in the middle of the night...'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-8935491378300484194</id><published>2008-04-24T08:47:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-24T09:20:42.345+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>glenelg 16/04/08)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alrite.. here are some pics again..... trip to glenelg beach, went with 4 physiotherapy students, 1 other podiatry students, and 1 pharmacy student. no u wont see their pretty faces here.... &lt;strike&gt; coz i own this blog and u will only see mine &lt;/strike&gt; coz i dono whether they 1 their faces to be seen... haha anyway here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SA_Fj39qevI/AAAAAAAAAYg/GPWg-_8XWKE/s1600-h/glenelg+(45).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192586115490151154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SA_Fj39qevI/AAAAAAAAAYg/GPWg-_8XWKE/s400/glenelg+(45).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the edge of indian ocean beating the cold wind and cold sand... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SA_FmX9qewI/AAAAAAAAAYo/BPpHIOby21E/s1600-h/IMG_0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192586158439824130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SA_FmX9qewI/AAAAAAAAAYo/BPpHIOby21E/s400/IMG_0783.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strike&gt;paris&lt;/strike&gt; hilton hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SA_Fm39qexI/AAAAAAAAAYw/3QCHDXx3FWM/s1600-h/IMG_0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192586167029758738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SA_Fm39qexI/AAAAAAAAAYw/3QCHDXx3FWM/s400/IMG_0759.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the wates of the cold indian ocean.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192586227159300898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SA_FqX9qeyI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Vj7xX36pP6c/s400/IMG_0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;read yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SA_Fr39qezI/AAAAAAAAAZA/MZTNIXuOCS4/s1600-h/IMG_0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192586252929104690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SA_Fr39qezI/AAAAAAAAAZA/MZTNIXuOCS4/s400/IMG_0807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; town hall building...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192588799844711234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SA_IAH9qe0I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZmLKEpGza1o/s320/IMG_0789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this the board where if you fish, u bring your fish to measure.... fish that is smaller than permited is needed to be thrown back into the sea.... thoe bigger ones.... bawak balik makan lerrr.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192588808434645842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SA_IAn9qe1I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/bvtKmdXNc0c/s320/IMG_0794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;see how smart people are.... putting a common ATM machine outside a pokies... pokies is another words for gambling shops... btw.. its all over adelaide.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192588829909482354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SA_IB39qe3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/DS64n8DyewA/s320/IMG_0795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is one of the famous ice cream shops... there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192588821319547746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SA_IBX9qe2I/AAAAAAAAAZY/SC3ruU9q994/s320/IMG_0749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;going home... yupp we went there by train.... 20 minutes ride to and back..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-8935491378300484194?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/8935491378300484194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=8935491378300484194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8935491378300484194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8935491378300484194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/04/glenelg-160408.html' title='glenelg 16/04/08)'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SA_Fj39qevI/AAAAAAAAAYg/GPWg-_8XWKE/s72-c/glenelg+(45).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-5963107350689689727</id><published>2008-04-22T11:41:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:11:50.481+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbering around'/><title type='text'>mid holidays</title><content type='html'>i am in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UniSA&lt;/span&gt; library level 5. and there is only another guy sharing this floor with we now...&lt;br /&gt;why am i so hardworking spending my holiday morning in the library?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i have to finish a &lt;strike&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stupiak&lt;/span&gt;, useless and dumb &lt;/strike&gt; assignment... see everyone... isn't orange hardworking??? oh ya... another thing.. i am using this &lt;strike&gt; stupid and dumb &lt;/strike&gt; computer.. IT DOESN'T ALLOW ME TO USE MY EXTERNAL HARD DISK!!! how stupid can it be?? @$#@%^$(@*$!!!!! which means i cant listen to my song's in it!!!!! how i am suppose to work without all my songs!!!! =.=.. thanks to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;imeem&lt;/span&gt;.com, i still can access to songs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tru&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;..... but, now i wont dare to think about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; quota...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... i am currently in the middle of my holidays... i really did enjoy my 1st week... more on relaxing and waiting for the time to pass. went to a beach thou... will try to upload those pics when i get them later... i went on a day where the temperature is at about 23 degrees max. the sand is basically cold and the ocean water is colder. i spend the whole afternoon there without sweating. now i can really understand why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;moh&lt;/span&gt; can sun bath for hours at the beach. they wont feel hot at all!!!! its really enjoyable to go to the beach. oh... i have now officially step foot into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; ocean!!! all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;previous&lt;/span&gt; seas i went to will be, south china sea, and also the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;melaka&lt;/span&gt; straits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are 3 beaches here, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;henley&lt;/span&gt; beach, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;glenelg&lt;/span&gt; and long beach. beaches here is clean and filled up with locals, and the locals keep them clean!!!! but there are no hermit crabs here.. not like the one in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt;, where my friends and me hunt and torture (eek..) about 250(or more) hermit crabs by placing them in a cola bottle and shake.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hahahha&lt;/span&gt;.. i think some died.. =x ANYWAY.... from what i heard, there are CRABS here... not hermit crabs anymore. will be looking forward for crabbing activities soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;muahahahah&lt;/span&gt;.. crabs beware.. orange is here...... *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stomach growling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;alrite&lt;/span&gt;.. my body has been in post-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;absorptive&lt;/span&gt; state for too long... need to put in food in order to function well again... damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;aircon&lt;/span&gt;... why r u so cold today... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;brrr&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-5963107350689689727?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/5963107350689689727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=5963107350689689727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/5963107350689689727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/5963107350689689727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/04/mid-holidays.html' title='mid holidays'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-8054707466194563530</id><published>2008-04-16T08:46:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:05:36.481+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on thinking caps'/><title type='text'>sail of the ship.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i want to do my best by someone else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and have that someone to do the same for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nor does it matter if the needs are unequal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for I'm looking for a friendship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not a social accounting."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are millions and millions of ships to be discover in this world. some of them in the rivers, some in ponds and others in seas and oceans. some has a thick hull, while other has a thin one. some made of wood, while other is made of steel. some is elegant, some is pretty, a few might be round in shape, and most of the rest is just pure common like yours and mine. but nevertheless, all of this are ships by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a ship, this ship needs fuel, efforts, and thought to make it go further. it can't be anchored at a particular harbour and stay there forever (port tax are expensieve). as a ship, it has to sail, explore the horizon, to see the other worlds, meet up with other ships, share their cargo, and help the needed. at times, they will have to stop by places to refuel and restock their needs. lead by only a captain in the room, he will make all the decisions and whether to keep the ship sailing, or abandon the whole ship. but given the ship similar to the captain's life, abandoning the ship will only be last resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these ships might sail in a fleet, or just sail by their own. and of course, no ships escape the scariest storms, nor miss to witness the beauty of a rainbow after the rains. a smooth sea never make skillful mariner but a rough one might sink your further. if during the course of your journey, u meet up with threats, or problems, or you are lonely, grab your radio and call for others. and with this world so huge, many other ships will sail by and offer a life line, or maybe form a fleet with you. who knows?? it might save your ship as well as your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these ships comes with different sizes and carry different cargo. the size will reflect on how well you do while the cargo will reflect on what kind of person you are. some might drive a huge ship but with an empty cargo, which is waiting to be fill or just being rob off everything. some of them has a cargo full of greed, hate, and selfishness. while others might row a boat, but fill with joy, humbleness and love. some might come with both while others might vary with a mixture of good and bad. surprisingly there is no weight limit in this cargo. and the captain can fill as much as he wants. of course the choice of the cargo is up to the captain himself. and as he meet up with other ships, he will share his cargo with them with or without his own knowledge. and at the end of time, all this cargo will then reflect on the captain himself like he sees his own reflection in the clear blue water as he stands at the nose of this ship. whether he is alone?? or has a whole other ships sailing by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"friends do not always face each other; they stand side by side, facing the world"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had got my ship ready, the decks are clean, the cargo is to be shared. orders of anchors to be raised and engines has been started. i am ready. ready to discover the new seas, to meet new ships, and to form a new fleet. i carry [i hope not..] no ill intention nor evil thoughts. i want to see the world. i want to sail to the land far far away ( and meet up shrek? =P). but the most important of all, i want to meet you, and your ship. and i believe when we meet, we will have great times together. for my old fleet, although our ships are sailing on a different destination, but we will for sure and a must to meet up again some day soon. or maybe one day, if you see my ship sail past you, blow your horn, send me a radio message, and i will surely blow my horn back twice louder than yours =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you are looking at something that can't be bought,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and indeed is value beyond price.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you can find it and it's given you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;return it immediately if you want to keep it!"&lt;/em&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/2846584585901160682-8054707466194563530?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/8054707466194563530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=8054707466194563530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8054707466194563530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/8054707466194563530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/04/sail-of-ship.html' title='sail of the ship.....'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-4361517936435779683</id><published>2008-04-12T10:24:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-04-12T11:21:46.468+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><title type='text'>holidays!!</title><content type='html'>cant really imagine that i have already been studying half of the semester. and now.. HOLIDAYS!! 2 weeks break of all lectures, practicals, tutorials, sandwich lunches, long breaks between classes bla bla bla..... BUT... 2 assignments and 1 anatomy test to prepare.. =.=" oh well, its nice to have this holidays here, good enough for me to catch up with all my stuff.. i am being slightly behind and slightly off course (eek..). long live holidays!!! 16 days to go.... hehehhe&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;previous week had past quite slowly.. didn have much drive to study as the brain has already move forward to the holz. something interesting is, i earn my 1st pay in aussie already.. 30 AUD cash in 1 and a half hours!! don't belive?? haha.. here is how, over here in aussie, there are many university permenant head damage (pHd) students doing lots of experiments as their research. and what they need are samples, or speciments, or what i call, 'lab rats'. so... they will post notice all over the campus asking for volunteer to help them. funny thing is volunteers here are being paid. hahaha. SO... the curious orange(me) join a headache research experiment where they will stress you up with maths sums and letter arrangemnts and then rate your stress level and muscle tenderness in your head and neck. and also rate your pain tolerence. so.. for me, which i have no headaches(unless being deprive from morning coffees) i pass fairly well, but i must say, the maths sums are not easy... especially i am so use to the calculator now.. haha.. the whole process takes about 2 hours.. and at the end, you will recieve 30 AUD CASH!! how fun.. 15 AUD per hour.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;there are also other test like, 'pork study', 'sleep research' protein on muscle thingy... from time to time you will see all this being posted all over uni, even in the toilet. although this is a good way of getting good money, i do not recomend any test that involve any taking of medicine orally or intraveinously. its kinda risky especially a healthy body takes something still on trial.. which is not proven working or un-harmful to the body. there are cases that  also, i think although its a good way of earning good money, its better for a person to go with a mind of helping the permenant head damage guy to do his/her research than getting the money. BUT.. nevertheless, it was a wonderful experience and i will be looking forward to more test in the future... don't worry people, the orange will make sure the orange stays as an orange....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;============&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;Man... sports here is is so so expensieve!!! i am dying to join the badminton club, but then.. lets make a comparison here. in malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;badminton racket average quality = RM 35&lt;br /&gt;shuttle cocks good quality = RM 50 for about 2 badminton session (shared by 8 t0 10 people)&lt;br /&gt;courts for rent (by taking the most expensieve one) =  RM 11 per hour&lt;br /&gt;membership fee (being charge by vincent) = average RM 20 per month... also depending on the times we play. (this is to pay for the shuttlecorks and his 'wife' petrol...) =P&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;to start will be at the cost of at about RM 50. and after that monthly will be at RM 20 average.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;here is what i have to pay in aussie here if i join the badminton club...&lt;br /&gt;rackets average = 30 AUD&lt;br /&gt;membership fee = 40 AUD&lt;br /&gt;cost of 10 sessions = 20 AUD&lt;br /&gt;shuttlecocks = provided by club&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so... total cost at the begining is AUD 90 dollars for 10 sessions. and in addition of 20 AUD for the next to sessions. Soooo.... shall i join?? i hands are getting itchy by the minute!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;============&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;raise anchor, full speed ahead...... coming soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-4361517936435779683?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/4361517936435779683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=4361517936435779683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4361517936435779683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4361517936435779683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/04/holidays.html' title='holidays!!'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-4530186593954521662</id><published>2008-04-05T11:52:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:20:02.263+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><title type='text'>the orange ~ weekly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;wow.. another week has pas so fast. one more week to go, and i will meet up with my mid term break! wohooo =) this week went through quite busy as for me to complete 1 assignment and also study for 1 test. its been a while i put so much effort into a test... since 9 or 10 months ago?? anyway, thinking back, its been an interesting month for march... especially spending the whole month in adelaide.. not that i never been away from home, but jus being in another country makes it interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;internet here runs on a very different system. where the bytes are counted for the plan you use. so.. if u are using a 20Gb broadband service plan. after when you have finish the quota then u will have only 56kb/s internet line. =.= Anyhow, if being use for normal surfing, new reading blogging, blog reading etc etc.. its okay.. but youtub-ing, crunchyroll-ing, and series and manga dl-ing will suck up your quota like a black hole. hmmm... its okay with me.. since i don't do much dl-ing anyway.. but the internet broadband here is damn fast... so so so much faster than the 'slowmyx' back in malaysia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R_bflANfiMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pRKl0GJ5WDE/s1600-h/IMG_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185577847768451266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R_bflANfiMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pRKl0GJ5WDE/s400/IMG_0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ice all over the back yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who say adelaide wont have snow?? errr. well yeah.. adelaide wont have snow comming down from the sky... but we had a ice falling down.. yes ICE... small little balls of ice.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R_bflgNfiNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/k-J8dItjhvQ/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185577856358385874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R_bflgNfiNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/k-J8dItjhvQ/s400/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;house of music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this a picture taken from adelaide northen lights festival. isn't it beautifu;?? this picture can be taken at night only as the buildings are painted by lights by a projector... and every 5 minutes, the colors will change to another design... very very pretty.... =)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R_bflwNfiOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NxK_1mbK1w/s1600-h/IMG_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185577860653353186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R_bflwNfiOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NxK_1mbK1w/s400/IMG_0646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; autumn is coming.. trees are turning yellow by the day... the colors are not that clear yet.. will have more autumn pictures in a day or two... hehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R_bfmgNfiPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/dmrsDOIA2bA/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185577873538255090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R_bfmgNfiPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/dmrsDOIA2bA/s400/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the 'square'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;notice the big square there?? thats adelaide city.... and i am currently in the north part. this is taken from mount lofty.. haha.. 1 of the highest points in adelaide... notice how flat is adelaide?? comparing to malaysia?? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R_bfmwNfiQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DX4eZhuW0Vk/s1600-h/IMG_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185577877833222402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R_bfmwNfiQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DX4eZhuW0Vk/s400/IMG_0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; finally, a night at Uni... this is the common area in Uni... well i jus took it coz i like the way they light up the place.... but then... funny place to put the lights... under then benches?? am i suppose to read under the bench?? hmmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-4530186593954521662?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/4530186593954521662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=4530186593954521662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4530186593954521662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4530186593954521662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/04/orange-weekly.html' title='the orange ~ weekly'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R_bflANfiMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pRKl0GJ5WDE/s72-c/IMG_0664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-4983871661489780099</id><published>2008-03-29T11:48:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-29T12:42:21.827+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><title type='text'>the orange ~ weekly</title><content type='html'>wow.. another week has flew pass so so so fast.. its going to start freak me out. its quite a busy week for me, had already handed in my 1st assignment and i am currenly in the middle of the 2nd one. and my 1st test will be on friday. think about that, i have been in adelaide for 6 weeks already~ wow...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;now that i realise, the times with my old biology lecturer really helps me in Uni. Ms Tan, my 1st year (a-level) biology lecturer is famous for her 'teaching skills'. but with her help, the things she thought still linger around my mind. and by this, i am able to understand what is happening in lecturers. and i am also able to laugh at others as they had never cover what is DNA replication in their prevoius studies.... muahahahhaha.. evil me.. anyway, the malays proverb (losely translated) 'hard hard 1st, easy easy later' really holds its truth. hahha..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;adelaide has officially change into autumn. leaves which are once green now turning yellow and dropping and the current temperature now is 12 degrees. no... 12 degrees is not really fun. just imagine you are being in an air con room for 12 degrees 24 hours a day... 7 days a week. hahaha.. jacket n gloves really help and maybe my skaf will roll out of the cupboard soon. now, i really understand why females need a toilet seat warmer...... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;EARTH HOUR IS HERE!!!! wondering what's &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=8240986531"&gt;earth hour&lt;/a&gt;?? well, earth hour is a campaign to raise awareness about the declining conditions(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt;) of the earth. therefore, what should you do?? it just takes an hour to join this campaign. all you need to do is turn off all lights and other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;electrical&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thinggy's&lt;/span&gt; from 8.00 PM to 9.00 PM on the 29 march 2008 at your local time. well, i am not going to turn off my lights, but i think i will turn off my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lappy&lt;/span&gt; that time.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.. so i suggest those to do the same. just 1 hour. just think that u will give your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lappy&lt;/span&gt; a rest =) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.. make a change. save the world!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wish list at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;1. a windbreaker&lt;br /&gt;2. a bag... backpack style.&lt;br /&gt;3. a pair of nice mittens..... with openings at the finger tips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging might not be as frequent as last time for now. but i will try keep up with weekly postings... =) stay tune.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-4983871661489780099?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/4983871661489780099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=4983871661489780099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4983871661489780099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/4983871661489780099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/03/orange-weekly_29.html' title='the orange ~ weekly'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-6364873991424120949</id><published>2008-03-24T13:05:00.012+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:06:05.790+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self notes'/><title type='text'>re: i know what you did last jan and feb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;walauweh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... its been a year since we dissolve rite?? i still remember i posted one of the post about EB in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;institut's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; IT lab... &lt;a href="http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2007/02/eb.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R-cXkANfiII/AAAAAAAAAXY/tYJCgqIDTAI/s1600-h/IMG_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181135803612366978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R-cXkANfiII/AAAAAAAAAXY/tYJCgqIDTAI/s400/IMG_0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just do it, EB logo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;although 1 year has pass, memories still linger fresh in my mind. and thanks to CC, which refresh everything again from his mail. at the night before, i was just jocking with him and said 'hey, 1 year had past since we were dissolve, why don't u send an email to everyone.." i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; jocking and the next day, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me, "hey, i send the mail d... had u read it?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R-cXkgNfiJI/AAAAAAAAAXg/dzm5d2Qx1uU/s1600-h/EB+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181135812202301586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R-cXkgNfiJI/AAAAAAAAAXg/dzm5d2Qx1uU/s400/EB+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;they got staple on the wall by accident....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was shocking to see CC,(a.k.a my boss) to produce such a long email. i thought i am the only person able to produce long long emails. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R-cXlANfiKI/AAAAAAAAAXo/oaQzxK-Nu_E/s1600-h/IMG_0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181135820792236194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R-cXlANfiKI/AAAAAAAAAXo/oaQzxK-Nu_E/s400/IMG_0776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;the row of brains behind the EB... notice how slacking we were??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; my logical mind offline and using only my '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unlogical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' mind, i reply another mail... which made me a very very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy[according to CC] which is not true. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. anyway, thinking back all the moments in EB, it was great. 2 months filled with action pack adventures, twisted plots, tense moments, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; actions and quotes, and most of all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; bonds grow between everyone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R-cXlgNfiLI/AAAAAAAAAXw/YsgmTZmXPos/s1600-h/IMG_0774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181135829382170802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R-cXlgNfiLI/AAAAAAAAAXw/YsgmTZmXPos/s400/IMG_0774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strike&gt;the self proclaim ugly person&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'on the track,i think that they(U ALL) deserved all the credit....' (quote from CC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;keeping things running on the track is not only because we are great, is because its obvious that all of us gave our best in everything we do in the team. its obvious to my eyes, many of you is willing to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; lecture time just to keep up with all the EB work. and from this, i guess most of us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; do well for our 1st progress test.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;EB is a team that work behind the scenes of the daily life in IS. many of us carried this post without any official announcement to everyone, and at the end, we will just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dissolve&lt;/span&gt; quietly back into the population. but in everyone of us, we learn and gain great experience. making snap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt;, speaking in front of the stage and some might even experience being drag into the politics of the school.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. nevertheless, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; all of us gain valuable experience that somehow merge into our lives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh not forgetting, there are many year1 members that help us too... therefore, many thanks to you guys too =) if u are reading this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;13 high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 13 great brains, now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; by land and sea. UK, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. all of us now chasing our own dreams. it will be great to meet up somewhere on this surface of the earth and have a chat don't you think?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. who knows, the next time when we meet, all of us will be with our partners and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; 'some' of us carrying kids d?? *nudge CC* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, all the best to the 13 of you out, CC, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;deline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;didi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;chee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hoe, has, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;norman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;huiying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sylvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;forgetting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;chinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yuan. for those singles, look hard, your partners are out there somewhere. for those couples, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;cherish&lt;/span&gt; and be nice to each other ya. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. all the best in all your undertakings. be nice, have fun, enjoy life to the max and take care, where ever you are =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CC, like you ordered, touching and sweet =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;smiles and hugs, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;orange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846584585901160682-6364873991424120949?l=orangengwq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/feeds/6364873991424120949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846584585901160682&amp;postID=6364873991424120949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6364873991424120949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846584585901160682/posts/default/6364873991424120949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangengwq.blogspot.com/2008/03/re-i-know-what-you-did-last-jan-and-feb.html' title='re: i know what you did last jan and feb'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591285668213588300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/SEu2cVGDQ0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mgQ_JGi7kL4/S220/IMG_0856+(Small).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FriYqt8mmE/R-cXkANfiII/AAAAAAAAAXY/tYJCgqIDTAI/s72-c/IMG_0627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846584585901160682.post-2449362425138761648</id><published>2008-03-21T10:56:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:57:21.637+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the orange'/><title type='text'>the orange ~ weekly</title><content type='html'>wow.. is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt; today =) and i will be having a 4 day long weekend (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt; here is one of the big celebrations where there are sales everywhere. chocolates are one of the few things that fill the supermarket racks with mark up down prices with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;speciall&lt;/span&gt; offers and free gifts. by right, there is no relation between an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt; bunny and chocolate eggs. and there is also no relations between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt; bunny and the celebration of good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; in the 1st place... complicated world huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i notice, there is at least 1 person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;searching&lt;/span&gt; for something which is mostly similar to my blog.. keywords like my name, 'the orange' and 'the walking orange' keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; up in the statistics.. it really makes me wonder who the person is. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.. anyway, at average, i have about 10 to 13 unique hits(according to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nuffnang&lt;/span&gt;). if i take out 2 hits (usually is me myself) therefore, i will have about 8 to 11 people 
