<?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-755527668102368212</id><updated>2011-08-02T04:59:10.093+08:00</updated><category term='sm'/><title type='text'>dino-ism</title><subtitle type='html'>a contemporary e-Scroll of the 74th descendant from an ancient philosopher, Confucius.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-8996736195273871908</id><published>2010-10-27T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T18:07:54.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motown emo</title><content type='html'>motown moment....trigerring my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marvin gaye reminds me of the world I'm living now, it may seems hopeless but have faith, human, we will make it through like what Gladys Knight &amp;amp; The Pips said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good ones always left us earlier than we expected. But pray their legacies stay to remind all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-8996736195273871908?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8996736195273871908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=8996736195273871908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/8996736195273871908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/8996736195273871908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2010/10/motown-emo.html' title='motown emo'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-8202977598539242782</id><published>2010-08-30T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T13:07:05.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't find the words, but I'll try</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/THs563iY4-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/a_J7gg-iQJA/s1600/tip_of_borneo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511062252521317346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/THs563iY4-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/a_J7gg-iQJA/s320/tip_of_borneo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mini confession that only myself will understand.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I want to make it public, some PDA, pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture, and the homo sapiens in it, were those that keep reminding me that, if you really want to have a good time, you need to work for it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is:&lt;br /&gt;-you need to look hard for good friends,&lt;br /&gt;-you need to make sure you arrange your time well,&lt;br /&gt;-you need to make sure you work hard to earn $, to travel, not TOUR,&lt;br /&gt;-you need to thank God for letting you meeting these people&lt;br /&gt;-make sure family don't worry about you ( sounds easy, but it's a challenge for me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all who are shaping and shaped my life, a great journey spent with you so far.&lt;br /&gt;Not only for my Raleigh friends, and also my highschool DT mates, and also random people I've met along the way. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-8202977598539242782?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8202977598539242782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=8202977598539242782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/8202977598539242782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/8202977598539242782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2010/08/cant-find-words-but-ill-try.html' title='can&apos;t find the words, but I&apos;ll try'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/THs563iY4-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/a_J7gg-iQJA/s72-c/tip_of_borneo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-2022388134997932952</id><published>2010-07-10T19:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:33:46.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of scales, appregios and pieces</title><content type='html'>Mental is as important as physical. Better to say that mind is controlling the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already a decision made to meet my piano teacher today and tell her I wanna stop learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after reaching her house, sat down, touched and played the piano, which I had not practiced for 2 weeks, decision changed. The flow of the finger was surprisingly under control though had not practiced for 2 weeks. And I totally love the touch of the grand piano, unlike the piano I previously used during at Chambers Music Center, this is different. It's real and solid. The flame of passion to learn piano revived. It was close call that the ambers of that passion were gone. And my teacher passed me the exam pieces today and I've chosen the pieces for exam, hopefully next year.&lt;br /&gt;tchaikovsky, bach, liszt, gershwin, debussy..du du du du du&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really love piano, as it's so wonderful that notes and dynamics can tell a story. Music is a language. It's universal and engages people right from within.&lt;br /&gt;how can you not fall in love with it....&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I chickened out and did not quit.&lt;br /&gt;Today's my first day learning P at my teacher's house and no longer going the music center.&lt;br /&gt;Sungai Wang makes me dizzy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-2022388134997932952?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2022388134997932952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=2022388134997932952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/2022388134997932952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/2022388134997932952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2010/07/of-scales-appregios-and-pieces.html' title='of scales, appregios and pieces'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-8798613138728783457</id><published>2010-06-21T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:27:24.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puzzle of life</title><content type='html'>I am enjoying my Monday afternoon at home, with my mom and nephew. Finished 2 cups of tea and reading "What your dog can teach you about living a happy life" by Matt Weinstein and Luke Barber. I am a slow reader, that's why I am still half way reading it. This is cause I was really grasping every meaning of the chapters. It was so meaningful that I think everyone should read it, even though you are not a dog lover and don't understand what's like to have a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my summer break started. And I think it's a good time to recollect my thoughts. I spent last summer for expedition. I hope I will spend this summer for "myself". I really wanna find out what I really want. I am 21 now, but still I think I'm yet to think like a 21. Honestly, I have not really find my dreams yet, means I do not know where shall I go after I graduate (though passing my 2nd year's final still an unknown...=P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am greedy, there's so many stuff I wanna do. Especially seeing my friends' photos telling about them traveling around are so much fun and I wanna do that too so badly.&lt;br /&gt;But...after reading that "dog" book, I realized I can be satisfied sometime just sit down under the blue sky, enjoy that afternoon with a cup of tea/coffee and a good book. I admit that I like to simplify complicating stuff and complicates simple stuff. It's all about the balance I'm looking in life. Looking for this balance could be hard sometimes but I believe it's there and we just need to find it. Still, it's because I'm greedy and wanna have a sip of every bits of life. My adaptability, is so high that sometimes I accept too much things and it's not good cause it will make you lose your own standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately.....I feel I am very far away from my friends, not the physical distance, the distance of our souls. Now, I really don't understand what are they thinking and not sure if I can see them again in the future or chat with them again. One of them is so cool that I admired her actually but now I feel like she's so far away from me now. One of them is so sweet that you can just talk with her anything like there's no barriers, but now I am worry it won't be the same again. And I miss DT so much, that i dreamt of them yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard life become, I know, that there's always family backing me up. I love them. But I think I have taken them for granted sometimes and disappointed them so many times. It's not okay.....I know they have expectations for me, but I hope that they hope for my happiness and I pray hard for their happiness and health too. I know dad seldom tells me about his financial problem, but I know there's a problem, cause it shows in his face. He always says that I do not need to worry, liar...how can i not ?! But he loves me,I know. We know, same genes, we just don't know how to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many puzzles in my life waiting to be solved...but is there a solution ? I would say yes and no. It's a wisdom I need to learn how to grab it and let go at the right time, still learning anyway. And I'm not alone, thank god for that. I'm feeling gratitude to have family and great friends around, born in such a beautiful country but not well-governed, but with good food, good drinks, good books, wonderful beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thank You for that. It's life, Dino. It's amazing, especially seeing a new-born and how he grows and develop, it just feel amazing. How we the homo sapiens, evolved, is already amazing itself. Sadly, some are going towards the dark age. Luckily, there are always people who fights against that dark force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzles, are not puzzles, it's all about time,faith and effort.... when all come together as ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/TBXBknZO3JI/AAAAAAAAAKw/duVmsFQ4Umc/s1600/gandhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 97px; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482500956187712658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/TBXBknZO3JI/AAAAAAAAAKw/duVmsFQ4Umc/s320/gandhi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " be the change that you want to see in the world"&lt;br /&gt;- Gandhi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-8798613138728783457?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8798613138728783457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=8798613138728783457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/8798613138728783457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/8798613138728783457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2010/06/puzzle-of-life.html' title='puzzle of life'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/TBXBknZO3JI/AAAAAAAAAKw/duVmsFQ4Umc/s72-c/gandhi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-1859200744175330047</id><published>2010-03-30T13:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T13:12:09.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ar-t here ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S7GPVZNHx7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/BkxMDWGMuCQ/s1600/morgan+blair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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Though i gave one answer so that the next people could talk, if not all eyes will be on me before i can give a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, if he is someone who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knows how to play accoustic guitar like jack johnson, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having spirit of john lennon, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;soul of marvin gaye, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing the piano like chris martin, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quirky like sufjan stevens, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has a little(or a lot) charisma like jude law, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;admires bob marley too, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sometimes strum the electric guitar like jimi hendrix, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;possess a black humour like stephen chow, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a little naughty like julian casablanca, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tanned bod like donnie yan,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;travel the Wright way (Ian wright from lonely planet),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;knows how to cook like oliver,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;skill in making a good cup of kopi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maybe surf like jack johnson too,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;smart like einstein (huh ?!!),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and finally, has a look like Ah Shin from mayday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!! does this guy ever exist ??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strictly for entertainment.  Hope it can rid your Monday's blues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-5421963358883700729?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5421963358883700729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=5421963358883700729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/5421963358883700729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/5421963358883700729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-day.html' title='one day'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-67066178067808641</id><published>2010-03-05T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T01:24:02.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's challenges all the time...if you have not realized that. We can't runaway from it. The only way to escape from it is to ignore it. But, at the end, i think I'll end up with a blank mind wandering the street without direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone gave you advice or comments, and then you felt your heart sank and the burden. This is because you knew you can do better but you just didn't, that's why your heart felt that way when you received comment and advice from somebody else, be it positive or negative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-67066178067808641?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/67066178067808641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=67066178067808641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/67066178067808641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/67066178067808641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2010/03/theres-challenges-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-6618737870337052134</id><published>2010-01-19T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:37:11.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop!!</title><content type='html'>STOP those PDA's in front of me !!! grrr !!! you don't know i will get lemon-ed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-6618737870337052134?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6618737870337052134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=6618737870337052134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/6618737870337052134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/6618737870337052134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2010/01/stop.html' title='stop!!'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-5907745581750758249</id><published>2010-01-18T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:25:22.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>哪吒</title><content type='html'>one of my best childhood memories, watched it countless times, you know when tapes are still being run and fast forward and reverse were an frequent options in the remote control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this cartoon so much, remember watching it when i was 4 or 5 i guess, cant really recall. I knew i cant really understand the chinese spoken in the cartoon during that time (c'mon, i was only 5...). Though I've just discovered in youtube and found out that it was produced in 1979, the music arrangement and the animation (for that era) were really outstanding and amazing !!! Guess that was partly a reason why i like heavy oriental stuff. Feel it now, grateful to my parents. They did not actually directly putting this on me, it's like an influence, positive one i can say. I love cultural things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this cartoon, though i'm young, i remember i've cried watching it, forgot which part was the sad part, then this cartoon made me got a lot of imagination like playing with the towels imagine it got some super power like what i saw in the cartoon, flinging it like i will be like ne zha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm....realised that i've been very retro these days, keep looking for the things and movies and songs i've heard or seen during my good-old days, maybe it's part of the ageing process, getting retro. ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, there were too many things we've tried to improvise and forgot that sometimes keeping the old is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wz80bkpnwvI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wz80bkpnwvI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-5907745581750758249?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5907745581750758249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=5907745581750758249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/5907745581750758249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/5907745581750758249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='哪吒'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-2248261499357870364</id><published>2010-01-16T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:58:57.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP</title><content type='html'>....an extraordinary plot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An animation about a senior citizen floating on his house with a kid, named Russell to an island called paradise fall, a simple yet touching story about their adventure. Just finished watching it my family 5 mintues ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always being easily attracted by stories that depicts human relationship beyond lovers or friends. The connections between Carl (the old man), Russell (the kid) and Dug the talking dog, it's so heart-warming. The plot just gave me that kinda velvety feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch "UP" if you get the chance to, try to experience the heart-warming and a rush of sweetness that you've long forgotten. We tend to forget the feelings and when we realise that there's so much we've missed with our buddies and families, it just gave you that thought, "how i long to have a cup of hot coffee with you now and chat throughout the day..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-2248261499357870364?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2248261499357870364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=2248261499357870364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/2248261499357870364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/2248261499357870364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2010/01/up.html' title='UP'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-3009761156878517977</id><published>2009-12-31T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T02:29:34.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>review-review</title><content type='html'>It's time to say.......i love 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009, didn't start off well. Why i think so, cause at that moment, i felt lost, i don't know why and what the heck i am doing, think it's an usual occurrence to people like me, clueless... And perhaps i missed so many great times with my fellow kampung mates, felt even worse. Then it's chinese new year !! Pretty excited, as always, love doing decoration with family and hang out with them, feasting and occasional nagging from leelee when she thought i didn't help out well. And then, yea, my class, not good, skipped classes and realized that it was not good, didn't really pay attention in class. Chaos, first quarter of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, signed up for expedition in second quarter. That was when i was forced to manage my time properly. Before really focusing in fundraising, i had to pass my exam before i could embark on one. So fortunately it went well and completed my fundraising within in a month. Thank you to my beloved family, esp mommy and my dear dear lovely mates, cant live without you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climax of the year, expi, dude! The experience of  a lifetime. Met people. learnt new skills, passionate about what am i doing now and cherishing the life i am having now, all were inspired from 09E. It happened, so fast, counldn't really grasp every moment of it. Still misses every single thing of 09E untill now, guess anyone will too if they've been there before. So hard to explain with words, but yet the feeling so strong within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from expi, continue for my 4th challenge, contribute back home. Yea, so i've chosen to be active in Raleigh KL and continue to inspire more young people here to go expedition. Felt my life being strongly toxicated with Raleigh. Cant really spend a day without an element of Raleigh in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But happy times, of course bad times, came, hit me so badly i couldn't breathe properly for few seconds. Two of my besties' father passed away. There's this one moment i hate myself that i did not know how to comfort them and was not by their side. I think i was not such a friend at all...but now am glad to hear from them and they are just doing fine and carried on well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people i've met this year, more conversations i've had. 2009, it's not that bad.....All the things happened in 2009, gave me a feeling that, "we have hope, people, have faith". Say, like copenhagen climate change conference, natural disaster aroud the world but you could see people around the worlds too helping out each other. Now i realise i am those kind of "second chance people". I am somehow turned into a person who don't give 100% certainty, but will forever leave some space for possibilities. Guess i got this from adam smith ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the feeling having people around me, love nice chats, enjoy milo+a stash of cinnamon, life...oh life..oh life....du du du du du.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-3009761156878517977?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/3009761156878517977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=3009761156878517977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/3009761156878517977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/3009761156878517977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2009/12/review-review.html' title='review-review'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-1110961139086316126</id><published>2009-10-15T23:38:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:34:08.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Drake says:...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdHnTAyPoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/U7TnSg0GEmg/s1600-h/paint.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;her name is Koong Hui Yein, as i was told, she just got back from Raleigh Borneo Summer Expedition 09E. She said, she spent an absolutely awesome 10weeks at Borneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before joining Raleigh, Yein felt constantly trapped in her current life, she keep asking herself, " now, beside studying, what else i could do? ". With this question in mind, she started to seek her own adventure. By chance, her cousin sister, who too joined the 10 weeks Borneo Expedition on 2006 told her about it. Since then, she's determined to join Expedition when there is chance. In fact, she's bit scare of what would expedition be, she's always doubt that whether she can face the challenges ahead, expedition taught her that with determination and effort, yes it's possible to achieve what she desire. It was the type of confidence expedition had taught her to possess. She's more calm and steady when dealing with stuff now. Now, she learn to live and laugh everyday~ she learned that there is always something around the corner, just waiting for her to explore. Expedition triggered her curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i met Yein at Kota Kinabalu on 8th of September, i joined her to visit Kampung Pinapak, a small little village in the district of Pitas, Sabah. It was located somewhere up North of Sabah. I was told that it was one of the poorest region in Sabah. Yein was at Kampung Pinapak for her community phase. Her project was aimed to build a water gravity feed system for the village. I was so excited when she told me about the project, so i decided to tag along the group consist of 4 girls ( Yein, Su Lan, Shu Woan &amp;amp; Kar Lye) for their post-expedition trip to Kampung Pinapak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 09/09/09, we departed from Kota Marudu to Kampung Pinapak in the afternoon. We traveled there on a four-by-four. After a 2 hour bum-bumped road, we reached the beautiful Pinapak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdHnTAyPoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/U7TnSg0GEmg/s1600-h/paint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdHnTAyPoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/U7TnSg0GEmg/s320/paint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392857819243495042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;According to Yein, we were going to overnight at Mr. Jeffrin's house, a very generous uncle who gave us such a warm welcome and made me felt i am not a stranger at all. So, after we stopped by Mr.Jeffrin's house half an hour, Yein was anxious to see how was the outcome of her hardwork and sweat for the past 3weeks, and decided to go and see the dam she and her team built. Together, we walked up 2 big and 3 small steep hills before we reached the entrance of trail. That trail, which was 300 meters, lead us to the water source for gravity feed system and was where the dam built. It was quite well hidden among the trees. The water was so clean and clear, compare to the river. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdHnTAyPoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/U7TnSg0GEmg/s1600-h/paint.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdHQGOTYeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FgDs4vxjQqU/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdHQGOTYeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FgDs4vxjQqU/s320/04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392857420673540578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdHCKHJojI/AAAAAAAAAI4/17INQSzvgsw/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdHCKHJojI/AAAAAAAAAI4/17INQSzvgsw/s320/05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392857181199114802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Said Yein, before the gravity water feed was built, villagers rely on river and rain water for water. The river was claimed to be polluted, so there's no promise to the villagers that they are having clan and safe drinking water. After seeing the dam, we went to the hall where the tap is located. The girls turned on the tap and saw water flowing out! Yein felt really happy to be part of this project because she felt she had made a difference. &lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdGuTTBYxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RoryIaTxj3E/s1600-h/hill.jpg"&gt;                                                 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdGklaO2NI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H4NJiZejo58/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdGklaO2NI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H4NJiZejo58/s320/03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392856673130830034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdGuTTBYxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RoryIaTxj3E/s1600-h/hill.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdGuTTBYxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RoryIaTxj3E/s320/hill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392856840067441426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So, after the visit, the girls went to cross the newly built suspension bridge which its existence will overtake the present low-level crossing at the river. Hmm..i realised that Kar Lye was extremely afraid of heights. Though I am small, it was significant that i was much more braver than her as I could cross the bridge without hanging on the handler, but she kept both of her hands tight on the handler and yelling and can't stand still to her feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                                                                       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdGUF8V37I/AAAAAAAAAIg/VgnYbL0y2jA/s1600-h/bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdGUF8V37I/AAAAAAAAAIg/VgnYbL0y2jA/s320/bridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392856389806055346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;                   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After some pictures taken, the girls decided to go to swim in the river. I couldn't join because i saw a tag on my ass saying that " Dry Clean Only". Oh well, i could just sit there and enjoy the marvelous view of the river and the river bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StsZLPaNf7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/2iUXB-kZeZw/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StsZLPaNf7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/2iUXB-kZeZw/s320/07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393932659612024754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;At night, us and Mrs Jeffrin and her daughter went to the river bank and had a mini bond fire. We had corns which were bought from Kota Marudu to roast with. Then, by chance, Mrs.Jeffrin spotted shrimps in the river. They could be easily spotted because the river water was clear on that day. So, holding Yein's parang made in Long Pasia, she bang the shrimps with it. So, all the girls were excited by the catching of the shrimps and started the shrimps hunt. Other than shrimps, they spotted small fish too !! They ended up having corns, shrimps and fish for barbeque, all the fresh food with the natural freshness. I couldn't eat as, you know... Beside the fire, i too enjoyed gazing the stars. Then when it was near 11pm, suddenly, the little girl, Jeffrin's daughter spotted a black figure not far from us. We were scared, especially when that figure became closer and closer. That's when we started to pack our sruff and get ready to leave. So, when it get so close, we all walked quickly to leave that spot, but strangely while we stareted to walked, that figure ran away, so quick we can't really see what or who was it! weird.... We really really had a wonderful night. What a day for a night, and what a night for a day~&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdM6fK9MxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C_zq6WPPTcU/s1600-h/prawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdM6fK9MxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C_zq6WPPTcU/s320/prawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392863646483034898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;With strong reluctance to leave in our heart, we departed from Kampung Pinapak to Kota Marudu in the morning. I could say for now, how awesome it was to be part of Raleigh International because it could take you to places where humanity and warmth can be discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is Drake, the bear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdFXXliOJI/AAAAAAAAAII/zPtYuF4oGtI/s1600-h/sulan+carries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdFXXliOJI/AAAAAAAAAII/zPtYuF4oGtI/s320/sulan+carries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392855346570213522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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says:...'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/StdHnTAyPoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/U7TnSg0GEmg/s72-c/paint.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-7643594373146469338</id><published>2009-07-02T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:00:11.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kermit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SkuV5e7xHjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bfv0VNVIees/s1600-h/DSC02734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 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type='text'>it......happened</title><content type='html'>http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2009/01/michael-you-should-go-let-curtains-fall.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this "feeling" on 9 January 2009.&lt;br /&gt;he left on 25 June 2009,but his legend remains forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-2575821352754241237?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2575821352754241237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=2575821352754241237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/2575821352754241237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bok'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-5573312625138442929</id><published>2009-06-09T19:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:30:13.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dong dong Gunung Stong sTong !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SiU1r63CVvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LpPt6KyxIbk/s1600-h/stong2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342735561595705074" style="width: 258px; height: 191px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SiU1r63CVvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LpPt6KyxIbk/s320/stong2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SiU1ZnysZBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Z0ik23lCRdc/s1600-h/stong1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342735247239570450" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 173px; height: 123px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SiU1ZnysZBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Z0ik23lCRdc/s320/stong1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a fund raising effort by Hui Yein for her Raleigh Borneo Summer Expedition 09.&lt;br /&gt;what is EXPEDITION? http://www.raleighinternational.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Longing for an escapade ?? Far from city! Get some fresh air! Be amazed by mother nature!&lt;br /&gt;Then, the chance is here! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Longing for an escapade ?? Far from city? Get some fresh air?! Be amazed by mother nature?&lt;br /&gt;Then, the chance is here!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hike to Gunung Stong at Kelantan will definitely take your breath away as it have the surprise-elements waiting for you to explore!!&lt;br /&gt;-claimed, the TALLEST WATERFALL in south east Asia&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Great sunrise scenery as it is at the east coast region&lt;br /&gt;-cooling sensation (as you know how hot KL has always been)&lt;br /&gt;-not to forget, the dense forest that will just sooth your eyes and rejuvenate your mind, body and soul&lt;br /&gt; -and many many more waiting to be explored&lt;br /&gt;-it is also the time for you to challenge yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the rough itinerary for the trip, it is still subject to changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;18 June 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 8:30 p.m. &gt;night train depart from KL sentral to Dabong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;19 June 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 7:47 p. m. &gt;reach Dabong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- breakfast and start hiking to Baha Camp to unload stuff before hike to Gunung Stong&lt;br /&gt;-Reach peak of Stong, get tons of pictures&lt;br /&gt;-Hike down to Baha campsite, dinner and rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 June 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 5 a.m. &gt; watch sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- breakfast and then trek to waterfall&lt;br /&gt;- lunch and hike down to Dabong&lt;br /&gt;-catch night train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 June 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 7:45 a.m. &gt; reach KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;price is &lt;b&gt;RM 250&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;div class="im"&gt;the fee include 1lunch/1dinner/1breakfast, fee for the ranger, park fee, train ticket (to &amp;amp; fro ) . Other expenses have to be borne by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; Email &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:huiyein@gamil.com" target="_blank"&gt;huiyein@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; or call &lt;b&gt;012 - 686 3457&lt;/b&gt; for registration and further details should be sent to you once participation is confirmed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="gA gt"&gt;&lt;div class="gB"&gt;&lt;table class="cf gz" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="io"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="ip iq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-5573312625138442929?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5573312625138442929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=5573312625138442929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/5573312625138442929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/5573312625138442929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2009/06/dong-dong-gunung-stong-stong.html' title='dong dong Gunung Stong sTong !!!'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SiU1r63CVvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LpPt6KyxIbk/s72-c/stong2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-5371849206619639573</id><published>2009-05-30T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:49:36.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2933 , jack pot ???</title><content type='html'>time flies !! flies like a lightning, i am really unaware that the deadline is so close !! and i am still in that zero-fund status!! oh, god help me !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting with my friends yesterday, went to Broga and found out a famous temple there. Heard many people went there just to use the "magnificent water" to wash their number plat and won lottery with their reg.number ! so, was hoping i can go either wash CBK 2933 or CK 333 to won lottery to fund raise my expedition! Well that's just some day dreaming..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-5371849206619639573?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5371849206619639573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=5371849206619639573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/5371849206619639573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/5371849206619639573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2009/05/2933-jack-pot.html' title='2933 , jack pot ???'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-7076791534713960044</id><published>2009-05-30T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:03:12.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one day Dumbo Trip 13 June 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SiDZ-EWbfNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lMUEbgnUdcU/s1600-h/2gajahs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SiDZ-EWbfNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lMUEbgnUdcU/s320/2gajahs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341508818404342994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event is a fund raising effort for Hui Yein's volunteer expedition to Sabah on 2 July-7 Sept 2009. &lt;br /&gt;What is EXPEDITION ?? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;www.raleighinernational.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a two and half hour bus from KL to kuala gandah, you'll get the chance to&lt;br /&gt;-play&lt;br /&gt;-bath&lt;br /&gt;-ride&lt;br /&gt;with the elephants !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/event.php?eid=110613927106&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date: 13 June 2009 (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Clicking attending at facebook doesn't mean your place is confirmed. Kindly make your registration through email or phone calls . thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30 a.m. - assemble at the front of Hotel Vistana (accessible by LRT, stopping at Titiwangsa station )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.00 a.m. - DEPARTURE (note that we must be punctual as there are only limited passes for visitors to play with the elephants - 100 passes per day )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30 a.m. - Arrival - registration - lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.00 p.m. - Documentary film at Registration office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - 4 p.m. - EleFUN time (leave some donations for the sanctuary as they are desperate in need for funds and resources )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30 p.m. - back to K.L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early bird registration fee before 4 June 2009: RM 60.00&lt;br /&gt;Registration fee from 5 June onwards             : RM 65.00&lt;br /&gt;Registration Deadline: 10 June 2009&lt;br /&gt;Fast! places are limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fees should be banked in to Raleigh's account at RHB bank&lt;br /&gt;Account number :&lt;br /&gt;PERTUBUHAN RALEIGH INTERNATIONAL KUALA LUMPUR 21413 8000 26536&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bank slip must be kept and presented to Hui Yein on the day of the trip. Once fee is paid, contact Hui Yein for comfirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and have fun with elephants !! Bring your friends ! make it an unforgettable trip !&lt;br /&gt;your understanding about the elephants is vital for their survivor!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-7076791534713960044?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7076791534713960044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=7076791534713960044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/7076791534713960044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/7076791534713960044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-day-dumbo-trip-13-june-2009.html' title='one day Dumbo Trip 13 June 2009'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SiDZ-EWbfNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lMUEbgnUdcU/s72-c/2gajahs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-4272870752636348168</id><published>2009-04-11T01:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:42:50.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sm'/><title type='text'>fluorescent adolescent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;just being sentimental in the middle of preparing exams and being frustrated with life for a short moment. Then flashbacks.....being at this age, it's hard sometimes, struggling to get through silly thoughts and unpromising dreams. So many temptations around me, yet i cant stop them all. I am too greedy at times, never knowing what the consequences of those choices. Well, when the time i got hurt, then i only i knew. But, stubborn me, cool-headed me, strong pride in me, i rather get hurt than being regret. the best i ever had? the best i ever had? the best you ever had ? the best you ever had? are those memories and those dreams. ... . .not being a slag, it's my ultimate goal. perhaps i don't even know what the hell am i expressing right now, it's just a thought of my messy mind. Must spit some of them out so i could get some free space for my studies.  get it out  out  out.&lt;br /&gt;...alright, into   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;artic monkeys&lt;/span&gt; lately, so possibly being a lil... ...messed-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-4272870752636348168?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4272870752636348168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=4272870752636348168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/4272870752636348168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/4272870752636348168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2009/04/fluorescent-adolescent.html' title='fluorescent adolescent'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-2540401939062220697</id><published>2009-03-21T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:15:18.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sabor</title><content type='html'>Oui~ i've got my handbook of expedition to sabah today. Roughly gone through it, just roughly, already i felt butterflies in my stomach. The excitement, the anticipation, emotions stirred up. Yes, i am determined to go sabah this year. It's the moment that i've been waiting for. I longing to go there, to serve and learn. And when i come back, i hope my experience could in fluence my friends and hope they would join the parade too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above statement shows my optimism. But in reality, not everything goes well. Firstly, fundraising is a BIG prob to me. Then, to be honest, my mom still don't understand the whole picture of expedition, so she'll keep on nagging till the day i depart. And i am not equipped yet, rucksack, shoes, vaccination, swim test, ect.. So many things. Yet.. time management is crucial here yet i am still always procrastinating...aiyoooo!!! somebody scold me please.......argh... no place for me to complain my frustration, blog here so mayb my friends would see it and ask me about expedition &lt;if&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-2540401939062220697?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2540401939062220697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=2540401939062220697' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/2540401939062220697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/2540401939062220697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2009/03/sabor.html' title='sabor'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-4360561260968386987</id><published>2009-01-16T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:50:44.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to answer my friend(turtle)'s question.</title><content type='html'>My name is Koong Hui Yein. I currently pursuing my economics degree at HELP Academy. I am 20years old. I am single and available (only to turtle). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, i set few things in my to-do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;score all 4 distinctions in my exam (sound impossible but i wanna possiblify it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fundraise RM 4000 for my sabah expdedition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SABAH EXPEDITION&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;volunteer at 30 hour famine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;change my bad habit ( a lot ah !!!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reduce absence for friend's gatherings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;change my hair (stop complaining you all !!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;wish me luck~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-4360561260968386987?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4360561260968386987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=4360561260968386987' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/4360561260968386987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/4360561260968386987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-answer-my-friendturtles-question.html' title='to answer my friend(turtle)&apos;s question.'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-788675921035428068</id><published>2009-01-13T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:46:17.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>恋爱症候群</title><content type='html'>this uncle !! too pandai !!! you'll understand if you know chinese.  sorry if you cant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z3yvf34MWsg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z3yvf34MWsg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作词：黄舒骏　作曲：黄舒骏&lt;p&gt;    关于恋爱症候群的发生原因　至今仍然是最大一个谜&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    不管性别年龄职业体重学历长相和血型　没有一个人可以免疫&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    有些专家学者研究后相信　恋爱是内分泌失调所引起&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    却有别人认为恋爱属于滤过性病毒　像感冒无药可救但会自动痊愈&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    不管你同不同意　自古到今许多例子证明&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    恋爱不但是一种病态　它还可能是一种变态&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    一般发病后的初期反应会开始改变一些生活习性&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    洗澡洗得特别干净　刷牙刷得特别用力　半夜突然爬起来弹钢琴&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    有人每天站在阳台对路人傻笑　有人突然疯疯癫癫　突然很安静&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    有人一脸痴呆　对着镜子咬着指甲打喷嚏　有人对着小狗骂三字经&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    女人突然改变发型　男人开始每天练着哑铃&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    食欲不振歇斯底里四肢萎缩神经过敏发抖抽筋都出现在这时期&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    随着病情越来越变本加厉　人会变得格外敏感勇敢和恶心&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    写的说的唱的都像天才诗人一般才华洋溢　愈肉麻愈觉得有趣&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    有人恋爱之后每天躲在厕所哭泣　有人开记者会宣布恋爱的消息&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    有人总是喜欢两个人躲在黑漆漆的地方　像做了不可告人的事情&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    每天忙着找人算命　挖空心思改变自己　配合对方的习性&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    把每天都当作纪念日　把自己当作纪念品&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    每天漫无目的的腻在一起　言不及意也觉得好有趣&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    走着坐着躺着趴着都形影不离　像是两人三脚又像连体婴&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    心里想的只有爱你爱你爱你爱你　也不管家里米缸有没有米&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    也不管路上有人示威抗议　只管爱你&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    心里想的只有爱你爱你爱你爱你　也不管海峡两岸统一问题&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    也不管衣索匹亚多少难民　只管爱你&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    经过一段轰轰烈烈热恋时期　不久就会开始渐渐痊愈&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    两人开始互相厌倦　互相攻击对方缺点　所有甜蜜都随风而去&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    然后开始从错觉和误解中清醒　惊讶自己为何如此不聪明&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    为了爱情不管一切　不顾父母朋友姐妹兄弟　开始感到后悔不已&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    然后开始感到疲惫沉闷气喘心悸牙痛头痛梦呓&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    然后是精神不济瞳孔放大脾气暴燥四肢麻痹　终于受不了要分离&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    虽然结果颇令人伤心　了解之后也没什么了不起&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    爱情终究是握不住的云　只是我想要告诉你&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    哦......在我落寞的岁月里　你的温柔解脱我的孤寂&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    带给我深深的狂喜　如此颤动着我的心灵&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    轻轻诉说爱你爱你爱你爱你　不管是黑夜或是黎明&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    不管是梦中或是清醒　深深爱你&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    我要对你说爱你爱你爱你爱你　不管是黑夜或是黎明&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    不管是梦中或是清醒　深深爱你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-788675921035428068?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/788675921035428068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=788675921035428068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/788675921035428068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/788675921035428068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='恋爱症候群'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-6782845231452857675</id><published>2009-01-02T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:22:20.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>michael, you should go, let the curtains fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.plong.com/MusicCatalog%5CM%5CMichael%20Jackson%20-%20Dangerous%5CMichael%20Jackson%20-%20Dangerous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.plong.com/MusicCatalog%5CM%5CMichael%20Jackson%20-%20Dangerous%5CMichael%20Jackson%20-%20Dangerous.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CHEANE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CHEANE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think Michael Jackson should die.......for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because great people are always remembered, commemorated whenever they left during their glorious time. MJ, who gave such a special childhood memories, filled with melodies from him. I just hate seeing him like this today, bankrupt, arrested, demoralized. He, the King of Pop of my time, where the tune of "Thriller" lingers in my mind as my bedtime story. Haha !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i listened to it before i sleep when i was small, when i had an overnight in my brother's room. At that time, cassettes are still being played...Though it's creepy, but i liked it. It just like some one is telling you a ghost story. He's just too great during his golden era, after the climax, his reputation started to erote terribly, his career crumbled as a warning sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heroes like him, as he created a new genre to the music industry, should just go, disappear or just die, stop destroying himself before people forgets what he's great of and start denoting as a maniac..It just better that way. Great people like Princess Diana, M.L.King, evita peron, they just died, giving their glorious lifetime a perfect ending. It's not like i like seeing them dying, but at least they don't have bad stories coming after their triumph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've got this two golden disc of MJ when i was small, cant remember when was it, but it's given by my uncle. It's a collection of the greatest hits from the past. Each time i listen to it, which i still do even today, it just give me that melancholic feeling for him..&lt;/span&gt;.......wonders if he ever pick the pieces up and start over again, like britney spears!!  oops he did it again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hero(me) cherish heroes  =P   peace out \/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-6782845231452857675?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6782845231452857675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=6782845231452857675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/6782845231452857675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/6782845231452857675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2009/01/michael-you-should-go-let-curtains-fall.html' title='michael, you should go, let the curtains fall.'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-6298867425763491214</id><published>2008-12-05T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:35:23.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melts</title><content type='html'>i am so damn sure this makes everyone's heart melt......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVCXbc0sMDY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVCXbc0sMDY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-6298867425763491214?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6298867425763491214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=6298867425763491214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/6298867425763491214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/6298867425763491214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/12/melts.html' title='melts'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-5279192975274602483</id><published>2008-11-17T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:26:59.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>killing me softly - jealousy</title><content type='html'>well...this is a bad side of me, forgive me and i live with it - jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of nobody, but my sibling's partners..&lt;br /&gt;Since young, i had this bad habit. I remember i first heard my brother having a girlfriend (i think i was only standard 1 or 2), that was his first, and i don't really like that first!&lt;br /&gt;Then, last year my sis was in a relationship. And i don't like that either.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my cousin sister has one, i am very jealous of that guy too !!!&lt;br /&gt;So, after watching a drama call "coffee prince", there's a part that gave me a shocking truth why i felt that way...i am jealous of my sibling's partner because i maybe afraid of losing their attention.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it but i have to admit it, they do become slightly ignorant when they first engaged in a relationship. However, that "jealousy" OF COURSE will fade away gradually (when i get used to it).  You see, i am not trying to hold possess of my siblings forever, but that sudden worry did really gave me some slight shiver (i am oversensitive i think). I love them too much.....but they don't love me. I may sound childish but i think somehow in this world someone feel that same way too, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here, i say a little prayer to them, to everyone : "may you live your life happily with no worries. Sing those melody along with boB Marley, don't worry, be happy.&lt;br /&gt;to A hsU, a toast to your stpm and your battle !! you are fighting bravely and you are a strong fighter with a juejue !! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;khy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-5279192975274602483?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5279192975274602483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=5279192975274602483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/5279192975274602483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/5279192975274602483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/11/killing-me-softly-jealousy.html' title='killing me softly - jealousy'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-4611830197819473996</id><published>2008-11-03T21:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:26:13.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awed by their 10m escapade</title><content type='html'>It's 9 in the morning, everybody is getting ready to start the day. Right before we left the house, my sister-in-law used a newspaper to shelter a quarter of the tortoise pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SQ76KVJx-7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/HWkrOURKEtY/s1600-h/turtle1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SQ76KVJx-7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/HWkrOURKEtY/s400/turtle1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264420069826493362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above picture shows how the one-month-reared tortoises in my KL"s home. Their name are Eva and Wall-E.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the table is 2feet high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after class, i came back home at 5pm. When i lifted up the newspaper, Eva and Wall-e were nowhere to be seen. I searched, underneath the table and couch and chairs and beds, they were just not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, by using the opened balcony glass door as a clue,i  assumed that they were gone being the birds' snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, time passed..everyone's home and i tell them the story. We were all astonished by their disappearance. Yet, we still doubted, could they be just climbing out from the pot. But how could it be ?? The pot itself is 1.5feet wide and 10cm high. But there are stones inside, in the middle of the pot. By "stoning" at the stones, we were guessing eva and wall-e could have been climbing out by standing on top of the stones and climbed out using the newspaper, and absailed from top of the table......well, just assumption. They are still yet to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8.45pm, Eva and Wall-e found in my brother's room. The red crossed "X" is their position from the beginning to the end of their escapade. Eva was found behind the door, Wall-e was found under the bed. The room and the pot are 10meters far. Why...?? why escape ??? So, our assumption were right, they did climbed out using the connection of stones and newspaper. But, we did not see it with our own eyes. Hope we see it. My SaoSao is putting the newspaper back to its position and see whether we can witness it with our own eyes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SQ77JBHpMsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SWsqrmyFwkg/s1600-h/turtle2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SQ77JBHpMsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SWsqrmyFwkg/s400/turtle2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264421146780578498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why they just want to explore my bro's room.....??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-4611830197819473996?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4611830197819473996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=4611830197819473996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/4611830197819473996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/4611830197819473996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/11/awed-by-their-10m-escapade.html' title='awed by their 10m escapade'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SQ76KVJx-7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/HWkrOURKEtY/s72-c/turtle1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-4402082264870946552</id><published>2008-10-15T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:06:39.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camp or friend?</title><content type='html'>shoot...when i saw pipo's birthday bash, bit down....how i wish i was there. Yet, i joined IW. Well, i think my friend join is right, birthday party can destress a person easily. Food, chat, present, everything so delighting. How i wish everyday is my friend's birthday, a reason for evryone to gather. A reason to celebrate everyday. But impossible ok?! Life's like a roller coaster,up and down, fast and slow, good things and bad things, all mixed up and rojak-ed. Haih...when's the next celebration lei ? christmas i think..o yea, and also deepavali. min!!!deepavali!!! lots curry to be served. yummy~ Well, cant deny it, i am just that kind of person who likes celebration and happening moments. Maybe, i am also stresses lately, keep thinking play play play. Shoot...lots to study. bye, bloggie!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  ---random---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-4402082264870946552?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4402082264870946552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=4402082264870946552' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/4402082264870946552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/4402082264870946552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/10/camp-or-friend-of-course-friend-lar.html' title='camp or friend?'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-6146829786912126615</id><published>2008-09-21T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:03:15.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diapers are not only for poops and shishi's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;if only malaysia and other countries can also engage into greener methods for generating power. Well, since Malaysia always "boleh", why can we also "boleh" in greener industrialisation. However, surprisingly, as a developing country, we suppose to aim our country being advanced in industrialisation and enter a world particularly services provision (financial hub like UK, HK....). But then a, our beloved leaders are more fond in engaging to agri instead of the policy mentioned.....we are going backwards&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="339" width="425" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/26792050#26792050" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-6146829786912126615?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6146829786912126615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=6146829786912126615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/6146829786912126615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/6146829786912126615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/09/diapers-are-not-only-for-poops-and.html' title='diapers are not only for poops and shishi&apos;s'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-3951947930251018889</id><published>2008-09-20T11:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:17:28.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you have psp</title><content type='html'>Still remember, this year January during my first a-level exam, some bastard brought this game to my home. and i was totally addicted with it. Before studying, sure played like at least 2hours before i started my revision. After coming back from exam, play another 2hours. Showing you this trailer, you'll understand how addicted can you be after you play it. so happy to found the trailer, but the psp dah kasih balik olang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upper left and right use to control locoRocco. It don't move itself, it roll along with the gravity, so, if you press left, the land will be steeper to the left, then LocoRoco will roll to the left. If you press left and right together, it'll jumped !! (Easy...but you will face challenge on different landscapes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll get bigger and bigger when LocoRoco found a new LocoRoco and merge with the new friend and get larger. (they give the feeling that they are jelly-like and with good elasticity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you press "X", it will separated Loco's itself. e.g. Let say LocoRoco 'eaten' 3 friends, and when you press "x", then you'll see lightning and feel vibration of psp, your "1" Loco will become "3".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you want them to merge back, just press "O". Damn, the japs just got that infinite imagination..  aiya, see it yourself la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFKpyScxv0k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFKpyScxv0k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-3951947930251018889?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/3951947930251018889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=3951947930251018889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/3951947930251018889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/3951947930251018889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-have-psp.html' title='if you have psp'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-3020706062682589493</id><published>2008-09-19T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:18:05.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a talk with joni</title><content type='html'>so, i sat down, and paid full attention. We had some discussion about the conventional issue, life. What is life ? Wow, first time i really gave opinion about what life is. Joni just had that thoughtful eyes and haunting voice, so haunting that it gave me goosebumps all the time, so i was dragged away totally by what is she saying about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joni said:&lt;br /&gt;"Last time cloud seems like row and floes of angel, ice cream castle in the air. But now it only blocked the sun and rain and snow on everyone. So many things can be done, but clouds got in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moons, Junes and Ferris wheels, the dancing way that you feel when fairy tales came real, love looked at that way. but now it just another show, leave them laughing when you go. It's love illusion i recall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears and fears and feeling proud, dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I looked at life that way. But now old friends they are acting strange, they shaked their heads telling me that i've changed. Well, some thing's lost,  some thing's gained, in living everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked in clouds, love, and life in both sides now. From win and lose, but still some how. It's life illusion i recall, i really don;t know life, i really don't know life at all."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, it's not hard to see that these phrases look so lyric-fied. Yea la, it's "both sides now" from JoniMitchell. Go hear it and LEARN it if you got time. This old woman sang so hauntingly till you'll feel like she's singing beside you (2000 version is more recommended, Joni was a teen singer in the 60's, that's why i call her "old woman"..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite philosophic, if we can see through her words. Well. lot things happen around me these days, learnt lot stuff as well, i am looking life exactly from both sides now, i think i am quite a stubborn, head-strong person in some way, no wonder always scolded by family, friends and hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;To people who i love and love me, forgive me for what i've done and hurt you if i did (if i didn't, then still apology la..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old woman, i salute you, Joniiii !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-3020706062682589493?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/3020706062682589493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=3020706062682589493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/3020706062682589493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/3020706062682589493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/09/talk-with-joni.html' title='a talk with joni'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-7561608121685326441</id><published>2008-09-09T21:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:04:46.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the law of attraction</title><content type='html'>viewers: Please try to press *#06# to secure your handset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally all is done. Phone number retrieved, account activated, forms settled (except resource fee) and the best part is i did my very best to kick that thief ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been a real coincidence, scary in fact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2weeks ago, read an email talking about how to get our very own serial number of our phone. Each serial number of the phones you are using are actually unique and have a good purpose. Take down the serial number by pressing the *#06# on your phone and when it's lost or stolen, call your product manufacturer (be it nokia, SE, samsung watever la..), then report your serial number so that the operator will detact it and block the phone. so, the jackass thief curi pun tak dah guna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the email, though i did not press *06# to check out the serial number, luckily i kept my phone box and there is serial number on it. And today, just after two weeks, i was calling the sony centre reporting my stolen phone....what a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a...i was wondering, if i did not read the email and did not think of "what if my phone stolen and how would it sounds like when i called the operator ??"... Actually, the issue keep ringing in my ears reminding me to take down my serial number just in case. Well, procrastination, my habit, thought of it but did not really acted. Now good la, phone stolen no serial number, kicked my sorry arse when trully stolen..but found it on the phone box later la, feeling relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SMaeGsrbgvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SonSPixn1Og/s1600-h/w660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244052654029243122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SMaeGsrbgvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SonSPixn1Og/s400/w660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;goodbye my love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, the law of attraction does exist......hmm...is the book trying to say [whatever you wish for, keep thinking of it and it will come true...]?? if it's true in someway, i hope i will meet someone like johnny depp in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"johnny depp johnny depp johnny johnny depp johnny depp....." i am thinking. Come to me "depply"...(sound bit lust =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/755527668102368212-7561608121685326441?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7561608121685326441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=7561608121685326441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/7561608121685326441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/7561608121685326441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/09/law-of-attraction-press-06-to-secure.html' title='the law of attraction'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SMaeGsrbgvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SonSPixn1Og/s72-c/w660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-4045260467690375685</id><published>2008-09-07T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:50:14.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY fault !!!!! I admit so stop nagging me</title><content type='html'>Ok, again, another time, same type of location, place where people take public transport, my handphone was stolen....at pekeliling bus station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh !!! i hate phone thieves !!!! How i wished my phone is cursed and then whoever with bad intention try to own it will have their hands grew with fungus and then decompose and then rotten !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's my fault anyway, i put it in my pants' pocket. So, i myself being the conduct of crimes. But, criminals must not be forgiven ! I once had the though of calling until the thief pick up the phone, tell him the numebr is being traced and the police know where he is and he better hand me back phone or else police will catch him and the police is arround him somewhere spying him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so pissed off !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i want kick those meathead's ass !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arerrrrrr.........my photos....my songs.....................gone !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-4045260467690375685?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4045260467690375685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=4045260467690375685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/4045260467690375685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/4045260467690375685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-fault-i-admit-so-stop-nagging-me.html' title='MY fault !!!!! I admit so stop nagging me'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-8951837645153925142</id><published>2008-09-01T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:48:40.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why simoyoungyoung....a childhood memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a story, which should be started in a way like this: Once upon a time...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby is born, a march beauty, given the name huiYing. (nice lei....!!).&lt;br /&gt;So, everyday she lives her life with that beautiful name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill one day( don't know when, i think is 4years old), when lightning strikes, a boy, a brother to me, nicknamed me "yang", an acronym to "ying". well, you know, chinese likes to give new pronounciation for the words. So a, my mom also start calling "ah yang".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one day, the bro doubled it and called me "yang yang", acusing that i liked to scratch here and there. "Yang" = itchy in chinese. Of course, the name evolved even more, adding "yang yang" with a "small", turning it into "small yang yang". And again, the bro give the "small" a new pronounciation, "simo" = small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, there comes [simo young young].......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-8951837645153925142?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8951837645153925142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=8951837645153925142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/8951837645153925142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/8951837645153925142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-simoyoungyounga-childhood-memory.html' title='why simoyoungyoung....a childhood memory'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-1395072701090319631</id><published>2008-08-28T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:34:01.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final home</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;my goodness.. Just finish watching a documentary film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;saying that our mighty star, THE SUN, will not be an eternal shining star. It's going to die in 5billion years of time. It gave me a shiver in my heart.....wondering how is it going to be without the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;But anyway, no worries. Guess my ashes is long gone by that time. Still, i need cherish every moment and meet inetersting people from all over the world ( don't you dare hide from me cause i will find you and befriend you no matter how!!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;5billion years from now...5billion years.......stardust........but maybe we move to other planet during that time. who knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-1395072701090319631?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/1395072701090319631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=1395072701090319631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/1395072701090319631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/1395072701090319631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/08/final-home.html' title='final home'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-2424353316500932018</id><published>2008-08-28T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:10:20.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>impressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;wow !!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think i've got a great picture for my blog, made some renovation to this page. I am driven to do something to my blog after seeing some nice blogs from my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, felt lil' bit left behind since people are able to have such good blog and i am stil blogging with the title "sit fit stick read" which i named it out from the idea "what was i doing now...??"".&lt;br /&gt;BORING !!!! nay...i did have happy moments, i should share with friends, all the time, if i can and remember the time, ahahah !!! forgive me for my forgetfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....i am launching something soon. As soon as i get approval and ideas from somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well well&lt;br /&gt;good day &amp;amp; viva la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-2424353316500932018?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2424353316500932018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=2424353316500932018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/2424353316500932018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/2424353316500932018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/08/impressed.html' title='impressed'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-5690810496408953976</id><published>2008-08-08T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:18:17.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3000</title><content type='html'>3000. is it posssible ?? in a month ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adidias quote: impossible is nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i shall, fight like a warrior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money money home !!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-5690810496408953976?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5690810496408953976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=5690810496408953976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/5690810496408953976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/5690810496408953976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/08/3000.html' title='3000'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-4175579631117760630</id><published>2008-07-05T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:58:33.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gossip girl ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SG5qbV6TXTI/AAAAAAAAADM/ICi4x1xVZZA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SG5qbV6TXTI/AAAAAAAAADM/ICi4x1xVZZA/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219226036139679026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"why your blog got nothing to read one ? " "why your blog so boring".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just don't have that sparkling life....too common to become a common people. Or i just forget things easily and don't get the right time to note them down, sad....pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sadly, i've got these comments from friends, often. especially close friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There's a reason behind these comments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&gt;&gt; we love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUICY GOSSIPS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;everyone does, no exemption, me too. Why? Because we just have that instict, the curiousity, to find out the truth, perhaps....Or maybe, to uncover the dark unknown side of your foe that you've long-hated for, or to understand the person whom you intend to understand more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I, as well, am attached to gossip, often. The juicier it is, the more goosebumps i get, i like it. Crazy, right? But it is a common craziness among us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's how gossip is given birth, to entertain, to relief, to comfort, the common life of a commoners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We love gossip, we worship them. Admit and kneel upon the truth, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE LOVE GOSSIP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gossip is fun and fatal - killing with mouth. That's why, gossip at your on risk, as what goes up must come down, you know what i mean !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-4175579631117760630?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4175579631117760630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=4175579631117760630' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/4175579631117760630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/4175579631117760630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/07/gossip-girl.html' title='gossip girl ???'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SG5qbV6TXTI/AAAAAAAAADM/ICi4x1xVZZA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-8776066114706341585</id><published>2008-05-04T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T07:00:01.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to you, lyelye~  PART I</title><content type='html'>writting this blog makes me feel like i am going to publish a book, with deadline ahead, and yet it's still undone. Luckily, i am not hired so i did not get fired even though i PAST THE DEADLINE. hahahah !! okok, stop the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start. This will bring us back to March 15 2008...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.50am&gt;&gt; Departing from KL Central with my turtle friend, zhi min. We wereng to FRRRRIIIIMMMM aka FRIM (Forest Research Institute Malaysia). Taking the slow mo KTM, we sat facing the opposite direction which the train was heading to, making us hmmm...dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;While we were chatting, we notice some familiar group of people. How say, they were  dressed in the same way as us, shirt, pants, sneakers (the "holy trinity" for jungle trekking). So, we both are gessing whether they are also heading to KEPONG SENTRAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached, and we wereight that that group of people, comprised 4 girls. I recalled one of them, her name is Chong Si wei, if not mistaken. We all waited at the entrance of the station.&lt;br /&gt;you see, there were ten  of us, include those who reached there before us, we are all  waiting for the same vehicle, as told, a very big Kenari. Obviously we cant fit in. But luckily it's not only a kenari there. hahaha !! if not, we all going to make use of every space given in the kenari. You know what i mean......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, anxiously, i met them, the Raleigh-ians, for the very first time. And the president, whom i do not know he is a president at first, greeted us a very warmth welcome, said : SAWADIKA !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vrrooomm~~~and so, we headed towards FRIM. It's the thing everyone was anticipating for, the canopy walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were really good in keeping people in anticipation. Before we started our jungle trekking, we had short time for ice breaking. Self-intro, and then followed up by ZIP ZAP BYOING ~  Though it's an easy, no brain usage is required, it appeared to be fun and "chi-kik" (chinese word, mean exciting).  First, we had to be in a circle, so a person need to point to another mentioning, either zip if pointing to left or zap if pointing to right, when you are "zipping", and you needa go zapping, you need to "byoing" (while saying it, you need to electrify yourself and hands up)  before you "zap" to your right. There is also KAPOW(for specifying the person you want to point at whose is not on your left or right) and also REFLECT (to shield yourself from kapow). So, it ended with everyone being zipped-zapped or byoing-ed or kapow-ed- or reflected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, we were being briefed about the trekking and were distributed of "choclairs" and "soda-biscuits", in case of "emergencies". Next, after we were armed with food, we headed towards the woods. Along the trekking, we were also provided information about nature, such as the big giant bamboo and also tree trunks with hollow that was big enough to be a so called emergency loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey was great, somehow....with mosquitos around me. It took us at least half an hour to reach the post where we need to register ourself before going on the canopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The 200m canopy walkway that is suspended 30m above ground on the treee species called Chukrasia tabularis, Intsia palembanica, Artocarpus elasticus and Shorea pauciflora. (extracted from FRIM website)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We neeeda go one by one, each person was gapped around 3meters before another proceed. There were two stops in total. Each stop had a limit for people to stand. First stop only allow 4people to stand while the next stop can only fit 8people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, everyone was walking at only 5km/h. No jumping, no shAKING were allowed, for safety of course. when you looked down, you would be amazed by the the green lushed forest. High from below, as if you were stepping on the surface of the canopy, flying like the "monkey god". So, as we stopped   by the rest stop, we grabbed the chance to take pictures and there went the shutter sound until the canopy walk ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not get the time for waterfall, but just merely had a look at it. It's not that impressive with the yellowish stream flowing with children playing in it (we do not know what they were doing for sure)... And, the trip ended with a short testomonies from everyone. Packing stuffs, we were all anxious for   the next monthly meeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-8776066114706341585?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8776066114706341585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=8776066114706341585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/8776066114706341585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/8776066114706341585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/05/dedicated-to-you-lyelye-part-i.html' title='dedicated to you, lyelye~  PART I'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-6224440962748332691</id><published>2008-05-03T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T18:42:14.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PART ii  ~ chill in chilling kkb</title><content type='html'>April 11 2008... a time to be chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoohoo~my 2nd monthly meeting with Raleigh !! Once again, meeting up with the Raleigh-ians at KL CENtral. This time, we were going to Kuala Kubu Bharu. Isolated from the urban city of KL, it's located farther away from Rawang and near Batang Kali. Waiting at kl central, i met up with a few new faces i never met before at the last monthly meeting. This time there were more people. We got on adrian's car and vroom-ed towards kkb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us at about 20minutes before we were really out from KL. After a 40minutes drive, we stopped by an amazing place, a big dam, which adrian called it the "damn dam". But, it was really a damn dam with damn beautiful scene, where you could see the long horizon, the reflection of the morning sky in greyish purple, and the warm sun showering us all, it just took your breath away....well. that's my first impression, i wondered if the second visit would still make me feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 20minutes break, we continued and reached KKB in another 10minutes. Registered, packed up, we started our jungle trekking. Which i thought it started.... Walking farther after 5minutes, there was a big space and a hut in front. There was where we stopped by and had a brief and intro. We played a game too. This time we were grouped into four according to our initials. !person from each group was chosen to be introduced by he or her group members. Obviosly, we were all exageratting on the chosen members' features, creating huge jokes on them. hahaha !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rest, the trekking started for real at last. We were told that we needed to cross 6river before we reached our destination, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;le grande waterfall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, haha !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just started, and soon we were all required to cross the first river before we really started trekking. We stopped in the river a while, briefed by our "ranger" with the walkie talkie,  &lt;em&gt;sir &lt;/em&gt;adrian yeo on how to test a river. We must faced the opposite direction of the flow and bend our knees to reduce the impact while crossing river.  An important info for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trek this time round was much tougher than the last one, Rivers after rivers, climbing steep hills, when i said steep, it was really steep, its like when you were up there and you looked back, your body started to wobble... We reached a spot where we could take a glance at a fast and strong flowed waterfall (not the destination i mentioned, just taking a look on it and took pictures). Then we proceeded to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;waterfall we wanted to go. It took us 10minutes to reach the real destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray !!!! chilled by the dampiness of the air once we exited from the forest and saw the waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hesitation, everyone became a hungry tiger for the waterfall, roaring and tearing off their shirt (i meant the guys...dont get me wrong),  as if the waterfall was their prey they had longed for !! However, they were some hungry tiger eagering for food instead of the waterfall. There were for-lab-use-shaped stoves on a corner, ignited. Then, a big pot was put on top of it. "Maggi's" provided to be cooked. Howver, we must be careful when managing the disposals. Rubbish were collected in plastic bags and the leftover was to throw far away from the water source. Protecting while having fun with the environment were the Raleigh goals, not only Raleigh, it's actually should be everyone's goal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water splashing everywhere, "monkeys" jumping from the rocks into the water and climbing on and off the rocks,  the commotion might attract some real monkeys else where. hahaha !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lil surprise for Terry, the birthday boy. We "pakat" and sang burthday song to him. He looked shocked and surprised. Perhaps i saw some shining light from his less than 1cm eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun, the food, ended after an hour at the waterfall. Lastly, we took a picture with the flag before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i left in a hurry because adrian needed to catch up with his gf for canoeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.  Still, anticipating for the next monthly meeting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-6224440962748332691?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6224440962748332691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=6224440962748332691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/6224440962748332691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/6224440962748332691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/05/part-ii-chill-in-chilling-kkb.html' title='PART ii  ~ chill in chilling kkb'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-6255101336835018206</id><published>2008-04-17T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:58:34.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>discovery channel</title><content type='html'>i was reallytrying hard to focus on my law, but just somehow this little machine attracted me and i just cant get myself out from this sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again,i am attached to the "net".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checking my mail. Then clicked an email, entitled "new matches found on msn.matchmaking".. (i am not despo till i needa join this link, just some casual clicking on the net and joined it coincidentally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's when i saw something interesting. My NEW MATCHES....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers..please view with your own discretion. Parents' guidance are advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAY6YcAK0DI/AAAAAAAAACs/7vWAiEEO77w/s1600-h/DSC00678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189899812099248178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAY6YcAK0DI/AAAAAAAAACs/7vWAiEEO77w/s320/DSC00678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                spot anything ???  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAY6ZsAK0EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qax9cHPEU6Y/s1600-h/DSC00680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189899833574084674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAY6ZsAK0EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qax9cHPEU6Y/s320/DSC00680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; written : 23, 174cm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"hi, i am a person whom is not too handsome and not too ugly. I am a very friendly person and easy to mix with "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TAA DAA !!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189899837869051986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAY6Z8AK0FI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bcJYkklqOk4/s320/DSC00679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAY6aMAK0GI/AAAAAAAAADE/DWLSRWoXZnA/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189899842164019298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAY6aMAK0GI/AAAAAAAAADE/DWLSRWoXZnA/s320/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;dear my friend, Lim KC.....i apologise for what am i doing now. This is your brother, look closely. With this sweet face, i bet he blinded lots of lil gals i guess...hahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-6255101336835018206?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6255101336835018206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=6255101336835018206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/6255101336835018206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/6255101336835018206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/04/discovery-channel.html' title='discovery channel'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAY6YcAK0DI/AAAAAAAAACs/7vWAiEEO77w/s72-c/DSC00678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-7016338619577180604</id><published>2008-04-14T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:58:36.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>commemorates Kuala Kubu Bharu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN59MAKz_I/AAAAAAAAACM/qLvCK8Ih7Qw/s1600-h/DSC00668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189125287761858546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN59MAKz_I/AAAAAAAAACM/qLvCK8Ih7Qw/s200/DSC00668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN4NsAKz5I/AAAAAAAAABc/0i6_9FCgFrQ/s1600-h/DSC00655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189123372206444434" style="WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" height="100" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN4NsAKz5I/AAAAAAAAABc/0i6_9FCgFrQ/s200/DSC00655.JPG" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN4N8AKz6I/AAAAAAAAABk/bYwCUzM6BVc/s1600-h/DSC00659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189123376501411746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN4N8AKz6I/AAAAAAAAABk/bYwCUzM6BVc/s200/DSC00659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN4OMAKz8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZUm0qf6i6lc/s1600-h/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189123380796379074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN4OMAKz8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZUm0qf6i6lc/s200/DSC00661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN4OMAKz7I/AAAAAAAAABs/jw_IdUyop24/s1600-h/DSC00660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189123380796379058" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="144" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN4OMAKz7I/AAAAAAAAABs/jw_IdUyop24/s200/DSC00660.JPG" width="112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN4OsAKz9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/tDCJUXBqd9A/s1600-h/DSC00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189123389386313682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN4OsAKz9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/tDCJUXBqd9A/s200/DSC00665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN3e8AKz1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/72Pe3jVKbvE/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189122569047560018" style="WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="219" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN3e8AKz1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/72Pe3jVKbvE/s200/DSC00650.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN3fMAKz2I/AAAAAAAAABE/NwROiODzQxc/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189122573342527330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN3fMAKz2I/AAAAAAAAABE/NwROiODzQxc/s200/DSC00652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN3eMAKz0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/CtgrHrvhshI/s1600-h/DSC00649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189122556162658114" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="130" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN3eMAKz0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/CtgrHrvhshI/s200/DSC00649.JPG" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN3fsAKz4I/AAAAAAAAABU/IvvF6XePx_0/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189122581932461954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN3fsAKz4I/AAAAAAAAABU/IvvF6XePx_0/s200/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN3fcAKz3I/AAAAAAAAABM/CevoVULzG4o/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189122577637494642" style="WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="162" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN3fcAKz3I/AAAAAAAAABM/CevoVULzG4o/s200/DSC00653.JPG" width="112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 12/04/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more at facebook...got dem from others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-7016338619577180604?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7016338619577180604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=7016338619577180604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/7016338619577180604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/7016338619577180604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/04/commemorates-kuala-kubu-bharu.html' title='commemorates Kuala Kubu Bharu'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN59MAKz_I/AAAAAAAAACM/qLvCK8Ih7Qw/s72-c/DSC00668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-7102204915621865058</id><published>2008-04-14T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:58:36.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alanis ironic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN1KMAKzzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P_aQBQPWZdY/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189120013542018866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN1KMAKzzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P_aQBQPWZdY/s320/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old man turned ninety-eight&lt;br /&gt;He won the lottery and died the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a black fly in your Chardonnay&lt;br /&gt;It's a death row pardon,two minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it ironic... don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like rain on your wedding day&lt;br /&gt;It's a free ride when you've already paid&lt;br /&gt;It's the good advice that you just didn't take&lt;br /&gt;Who would've thought... it figures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly&lt;br /&gt;He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye&lt;br /&gt;He waited his whole damn life to take that flight&lt;br /&gt;And as the plane crashed down he thought&lt;br /&gt;Well isn't this nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn't it ironic... don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you&lt;br /&gt;When you think everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;And everything's going right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life has a funny way of helping you out when&lt;br /&gt;You think everything's gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;and everything blows up In your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A traffic jam when you're already late&lt;br /&gt;A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break&lt;br /&gt;It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife&lt;br /&gt;It's meeting the man of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And then meeting his beautiful wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn't it ironic... don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you&lt;br /&gt;Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these quotes pop up in my mind when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I won Mayday tickets, but yet i bought ticket before i knew i won&lt;br /&gt;2. I thought i was on a comfortable bus(express ma...), but yet it went the wrongway.&lt;br /&gt;3. i thought i was right about someone or anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-7102204915621865058?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7102204915621865058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=7102204915621865058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/7102204915621865058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/7102204915621865058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/04/alanis-ironic.html' title='alanis ironic'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SAN1KMAKzzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P_aQBQPWZdY/s72-c/DSC00643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-4889134308308853622</id><published>2008-04-14T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:58:37.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>visitors of SIN CHEW DAILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SANuYcAKzvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XHdFBvLr2NI/s1600-h/DSC00674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189112561773760242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SANuYcAKzvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XHdFBvLr2NI/s320/DSC00674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SANuYsAKzwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EvhcnkOijzY/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189112566068727554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SANuYsAKzwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EvhcnkOijzY/s320/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SANuYsAKzxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6m0ixw8vkCY/s1600-h/DSC00676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189112566068727570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SANuYsAKzxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6m0ixw8vkCY/s320/DSC00676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SANuY8AKzyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p28QjfMHc6M/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189112570363694882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SANuY8AKzyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p28QjfMHc6M/s320/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, we both raeched the front gate of SIN CHEW (located at ss2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, we called the promotion department.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, we got the permission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, visitors pass was given to me n pipo right after i handed out my driving license &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;steps, under the hot sun, we walked towards the promo dept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;met, the receiptionist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;waited.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you may now go to collect your prize at 2nd floor"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;walking up the stairs, into the room, fill int he forms, collected my ticket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YYEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am going to MAYDAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;glad that pipo was there to share my happiness !!!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;however...not all went well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We departed. i took bus back to pasar seni. Sxxt...i got on the wrong bus. Went to KAJANG by that express bus. Fortunately, the driver didn't penalise me and i had a FREE EXPRESS ride to kajang today, bwahahaha !!! no satays...sadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;spent one and a half hour to reach home from pasar seni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SS2-pasar seni-kajang-cheras maluri = 2hrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so called "tap cho cheh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-4889134308308853622?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4889134308308853622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=4889134308308853622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/4889134308308853622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/4889134308308853622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/04/visitors-of-sin-chew-daily.html' title='visitors of SIN CHEW DAILY'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/SANuYcAKzvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XHdFBvLr2NI/s72-c/DSC00674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755527668102368212.post-3982294155398391593</id><published>2008-04-13T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:25:03.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow~</title><content type='html'>a foong jie jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755527668102368212-3982294155398391593?l=simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/3982294155398391593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755527668102368212&amp;postID=3982294155398391593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/3982294155398391593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755527668102368212/posts/default/3982294155398391593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simoyoungyoung.blogspot.com/2008/04/wow.html' title='wow~'/><author><name>simoyoungyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773258797213322715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wsgzKqsVRTA/S68uf-rhxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SxFPVjqQE50/S220/B09_SL_E_imbak123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
