<?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-7311664986873587134</id><updated>2012-02-18T16:50:41.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>☠Gothic LifeStyle☠</title><subtitle type='html'>Im not a slave!!! To a God that doesn't exist!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>231</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-4304046809085756280</id><published>2011-05-25T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T16:18:29.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO MORE HERE. PLEASE VISIT MY NEW BLOG INSTEAD BY CLICKING THE FOLLOWING LINK: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.domainedereve.blogspot.com/"&gt;The New Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-4304046809085756280?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/4304046809085756280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=4304046809085756280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4304046809085756280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4304046809085756280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-more-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-1223063150814123496</id><published>2011-04-30T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T14:47:46.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My parents are invited for a birthday party at the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Community Hall&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Balakong&lt;/span&gt; this evening. The party was organized by an &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; best friend to my father who capable to speak &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hokkien&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601395478357364834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jcSM4kJYPMM/TbwngpX4UGI/AAAAAAAACMw/wTBjXY7Chlk/s320/DSC00478.JPG" /&gt; There’s only one word to describe the whole occasion; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HORRIBL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;. It wasn’t because the crowd was mainly &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, zero activity was held. I had only seen people wandering around like a zombie, or taking photos of one another. Worse is we were as if a hollow man to them, nobody actually came and talked with us at all. Fortunately, there was another &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; family who happens to be my relative joined in. We shared the same table since the others completely ignored us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601395482574738466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2BexuDGc24/Tbwng5FYVCI/AAAAAAAACNA/F4XDNF_R8-o/s320/DSC00480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The food was a disaster; typical &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; food with curry, curry and curry. I shoved in all as fast as I could, so that I might get back home soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601396274485755426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5uWrXj5Yxk/TbwoO_LrfiI/AAAAAAAACNQ/qiS8L2PnUu4/s320/DSC00481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, at least they did serve us with chocolate cake, nothing special, though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/7311664986873587134-1223063150814123496?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/1223063150814123496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=1223063150814123496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/1223063150814123496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/1223063150814123496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2011/04/unexpected-party.html' title='Unexpected Party'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jcSM4kJYPMM/TbwngpX4UGI/AAAAAAAACMw/wTBjXY7Chlk/s72-c/DSC00478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-4754536271476919038</id><published>2011-03-29T04:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T04:15:02.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Result Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve heard a lot of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt; candidates said how nervous and tension they were before the result day arrived. However, I probably was one of a few people in &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt; who felt super incredible relaxing that I was even playing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Left 4 Dead 2&lt;/span&gt; on the actual day with &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt;. That doesn’t mean that I was very confident with my result since I didn’t push 100% for the exam. So, I could actually imagine how my result would look like without going to school. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I arrived at school, I immediately encountered &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; Lee Cheng&lt;/span&gt; who were chatting with &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chun Yan&lt;/span&gt; which revealed how depressing his result was, all pass but didn’t have a single &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; or better grade. This would ultimately block him from forwarding his education in either &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;University&lt;/span&gt;. At the end of the day, it wasn’t my problem at all; I should have worried my own issue instead. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It took me awhile when I finally decided to take my own result with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt; and you know what happened? They said I haven’t returned the textbooks which I already did like 10 years ago. All I can say is that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SMKBBSL&lt;/span&gt; is an irresponsible school in &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Cheras&lt;/span&gt;. They constantly throw every problem that has nothing do with you on you. In the end, I went to school for nothing as they told me to come again by next day…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-4754536271476919038?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/4754536271476919038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=4754536271476919038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4754536271476919038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4754536271476919038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2011/03/result-day.html' title='Result Day'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-4447622945015564529</id><published>2011-03-18T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T04:29:29.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although there's a smiley face displays on the topic, that doesn’t mean that I am very happy right now. Instead, I feel so empty even though people out there keep wishing me on &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt;. To be honest, it's very annoying that a series of short message constantly hit on my &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; profile every single second. If you ask me, I’d rather “enjoy” my birthday in a peaceful way. Anyhow, thanks for those who actually remember my special day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I AM OFFICIALLY 18!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585518574434844098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qX5JZbIBLo/TYO_jNOI_cI/AAAAAAAACDs/U5ouX-IKhUM/s320/Happy_Birthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-4447622945015564529?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/4447622945015564529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=4447622945015564529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4447622945015564529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4447622945015564529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-to-me-d.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me :D'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qX5JZbIBLo/TYO_jNOI_cI/AAAAAAAACDs/U5ouX-IKhUM/s72-c/Happy_Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-5961502893479977861</id><published>2011-03-14T19:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T01:49:22.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After more than 50 days of working, it has finally come to an end! Although I only work as a part timer, I did gained a lot of experiences through serving customers and learning stuff about &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Adidas&lt;/span&gt;, which I was working for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t believe myself that I can actually able to socialize with customers regardless of what race they are. Still, I only prefer speaking either &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mandarin&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;; the languages that I grew up with. The main problem is; most of my co-workers happen to be &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cantonese&lt;/span&gt;, so sometimes I was forced to speak &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cantonese&lt;/span&gt; with them, which I disliked. My boss however, is the only person who willing to speak &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my working outfit during the second week that I must put on for the rest of my working days. It was all in red with three white stripes designed on both shoulders and an &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Adidas&lt;/span&gt; logo sewed on the left chest. This outfit was meant for borrow. I’ve to return them once I got my last salary by the end of &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it really tired when I was working? The answer is no, I think the reason of why I always got this tired was sleep late. It has nothing to do with work since my job was pretty relaxing except during weekends and public holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am s glad that I am officially unemployed… again… It’s real boring as if I was wasting my 9 hours a day for nothing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-5961502893479977861?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/5961502893479977861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=5961502893479977861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5961502893479977861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5961502893479977861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2011/03/final-day.html' title='Final Day'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-7516829884706547155</id><published>2011-02-15T02:01:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T02:32:24.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14th of February was supposedly to be a romantic day for every couple in the universe. However, I had different celebration with 19 of my co-workers in &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The Mines&lt;/span&gt;, an &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Annual Dinner”&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly, I’ve no idea what’s the purpose for this celebration, maybe something like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Reunion Dinner”&lt;/span&gt; or so? Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573973833115817586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hWVHcOQzHFE/TVq7q0Yw1nI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Y2qFB7d_NaQ/s320/183138_135789256488420_100001720402909_235240_6333369_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dinner was held at &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Puchong&lt;/span&gt; in a fancy &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Japanese Buffet Restaurant&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;“Tenji”&lt;/span&gt;. The restaurant itself already enough to make me became excited with or without the food appearance. It looks very expensive that lower class family like mine might have average chance to step through the main door. Besides that, it's a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Japanese Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;! Who doesn't like &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once we were there, the first thing I saw was sushi session where numerous types of sushi can be found placing on an ice block. The whole room was so quiet that you can actually hear a nail falls; totally filled with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; culture. My boss, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;, booked a total of 4 tables in the middle of the restaurant. The room was quite small actually, and with 20 people stepping inside, it was even smaller than my own bedroom. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573974063801541810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48SExGSa2uU/TVq74PwhpLI/AAAAAAAACB4/gKq7mrToDhs/s320/180410_135785379822141_100001720402909_235193_7509462_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573976358223849922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVny6F5WEYU/TVq99zJbqcI/AAAAAAAACCo/S_wl--m9Wro/s320/180734_135785906488755_100001720402909_235199_7133916_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573975248378819554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAQQikvEs84/TVq89Mpwc-I/AAAAAAAACCY/boaOKP1Coqo/s320/182654_135781959822483_100001720402909_235093_7162599_n.jpg" /&gt;If you think the buffet only provide sushi, you're so wrong. It has many other types of food from steamboat to fried rice to ice cream to cake and so on. You can eat whatever you want as long as you have paid the fee, though i'm not sure how many per person since my boss paid all. Alright, there's nothing much to tell here, just view a few of photos taken by &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ivy&lt;/span&gt; and drop some comment, thanx.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573984215657300850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ROVjn8m1F9o/TVrFHKXjQ3I/AAAAAAAACDI/TnUoBybcUMQ/s320/182450_135783456489000_100001720402909_235126_5094828_n.jpg" /&gt;Left: Glasses team&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right: None-glasses team&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573983437574323826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jkkgh6Hj8rQ/TVrEZ3yHPnI/AAAAAAAACCw/OuHBtYkzcZs/s320/179846_1717334926213_1023432021_31879975_873485_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573983443626278082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fr4TTE5oxSo/TVrEaOVAvMI/AAAAAAAACC4/EkZ4ejkdTg4/s320/180022_135781529822526_100001720402909_235079_1481023_n.jpg" /&gt;Left: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ah Ying&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; Ah Pang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ivy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573983442919618642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QsAo3nXJiZU/TVrEaLsh-FI/AAAAAAAACDA/HLpKVB3Yp-w/s320/182766_135786296488716_100001720402909_235207_3475387_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wouldn't believe that both of them are biological brothers. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ah Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (left, younger)&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ah Hong&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ah Han&lt;/span&gt; is also the newest staff who just joined in for a week)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573974051080340914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OY916yg6aS8/TVq73gXjhbI/AAAAAAAACBo/EYve9EQeElQ/s320/180130_135788166488529_100001720402909_235228_4924128_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Ah Ying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;( WE ARE NOT COUPLE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573975232784581906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncnCrPr0QjQ/TVq88SjzRRI/AAAAAAAACCA/xGHgg9j0e6s/s320/179850_135781803155832_100001720402909_235087_537717_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Kah Jun&lt;/span&gt;, me and &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ah Han&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(the one who always molest me -.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573975240595023922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JYgyRltx1FI/TVq88vp9KDI/AAAAAAAACCI/2wFYZpv6IRU/s320/180754_135785529822126_100001720402909_235195_280269_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt;, she refused to take photo, so we were forced to take it like this XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWeec1hEhkg/TVq99kR1-cI/AAAAAAAACCg/BdkX0lQePmk/s1600/180346_135781296489216_100001720402909_235076_6839338_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573976354232596930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWeec1hEhkg/TVq99kR1-cI/AAAAAAAACCg/BdkX0lQePmk/s320/180346_135781296489216_100001720402909_235076_6839338_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gay moment between &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ah Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573974042658154306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Go_vIRpA0V4/TVq73A_jJ0I/AAAAAAAACBY/YcSXZyypUeI/s320/181922_135781026489243_100001720402909_235073_4587242_n.jpg" /&gt; Above:&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Ah Fong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sitting: Me, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Penny&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Carmen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ah Ying&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah Fuay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bG1EzqDL2cM/TVq8896r0CI/AAAAAAAACCQ/jDKCaKmLUCg/s1600/181518_135785629822116_100001720402909_235196_1348256_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573975244423286818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bG1EzqDL2cM/TVq8896r0CI/AAAAAAAACCQ/jDKCaKmLUCg/s320/181518_135785629822116_100001720402909_235196_1348256_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Left: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ah Moon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(my supervisor)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ah Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (just realized that she's a camera whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ah Fong&lt;/span&gt; and my boss, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are more photos actually, very lazy to update and so with writing a bunch of paragraph that i used to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7311664986873587134-7516829884706547155?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/7516829884706547155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=7516829884706547155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/7516829884706547155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/7516829884706547155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2011/02/annual-dinner.html' title='Annual Dinner'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hWVHcOQzHFE/TVq7q0Yw1nI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Y2qFB7d_NaQ/s72-c/183138_135789256488420_100001720402909_235240_6333369_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-1271490950254627265</id><published>2011-02-03T12:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T02:10:56.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So-Called Chinese Lunar New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUovuH2tbhI/AAAAAAAACAg/f2lgFH_LT84/s1600/chinese-2011-new-year-wishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569316358626045458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUovuH2tbhI/AAAAAAAACAg/f2lgFH_LT84/s320/chinese-2011-new-year-wishes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese New Year of 2011&lt;/span&gt; has just arrived with no excitement hitting on the street. Everyone was having their reunion dinner back at hometown while I probably the only &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; on earth had&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Maggie Mee&lt;/span&gt; for solidarity dinner since I had work. It would be worth if I got double pay, but the fact is nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I despites the disadvantage, my boss, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;, did give each of his staff a red packet including me and&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt;, of course. I must say that the content inside did shock me a little, though, lol. Even though our shop was closed at 9pm. Still, we had couple of chores that need to be done before we were officially released such as; cleaning the floor and rearrange the stocks. In the end, we went back home exactly the same time as ordinary day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ve made a right decision for taking a total of 4 days off. This means that I will be back for work by next &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;. Originally, I only tended to take 2 days off because one of my female co-workers told me that they will pay us &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;RM100&lt;/span&gt; for working in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese New Year festival&lt;/span&gt;, but only limited for the first two days. However, I had a little problem on whether wanna work as usual or not since i might head to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cameron Highland&lt;/span&gt; with family (which ended up cancel), taking 4 days off instead. Anyway, I am not regretted at all, I shouldn’t sacrifice my energy just because of either money or gaming console.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-1271490950254627265?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/1271490950254627265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=1271490950254627265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/1271490950254627265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/1271490950254627265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2011/02/chinese-lunar-new-year.html' title='So-Called Chinese Lunar New Year'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUovuH2tbhI/AAAAAAAACAg/f2lgFH_LT84/s72-c/chinese-2011-new-year-wishes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-1994317687782084987</id><published>2011-01-31T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:22:47.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PayDay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUo1L48KN2I/AAAAAAAACAo/tHc3rtjxqu0/s1600/03-02-11_1254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569322367576586082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUo1L48KN2I/AAAAAAAACAo/tHc3rtjxqu0/s400/03-02-11_1254.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Yes! My plan is approaching me as time passed by like a dream. I need to wait for another month before I can actually archive my goal- to get an &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Xbox 360&lt;/span&gt; by the end of &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;. I feel so great that I finally earn something that I paid a lot of effort on it rather than just extend my hand asking money from family!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-1994317687782084987?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/1994317687782084987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=1994317687782084987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/1994317687782084987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/1994317687782084987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2011/01/salary.html' title='PayDay'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUo1L48KN2I/AAAAAAAACAo/tHc3rtjxqu0/s72-c/03-02-11_1254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-6237448396592507339</id><published>2011-01-30T02:40:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:35:29.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poslaju Memang Laju!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve just received one of my 10 reserved &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(now 11, Dead Space 2)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Xbox 360&lt;/span&gt; games the other day- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Splinter Cell: Conviction&lt;/span&gt;. The service was super fast that only required one day for posting service. Even though I haven’t got an&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Xbox 360&lt;/span&gt; yet, but I feel like I had one sitting beside me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567680348222288770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TURfxyK2c4I/AAAAAAAAB_s/kqnMTo9Ji2I/s320/30-01-11_0238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TURfyNAO8iI/AAAAAAAAB_0/kJlW85YgcR8/s1600/30-01-11_0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567680355425514018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TURfyNAO8iI/AAAAAAAAB_0/kJlW85YgcR8/s320/30-01-11_0239.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567680592257865394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TURf__Rd1rI/AAAAAAAACAU/V18_9DQKGOM/s320/30-01-11_0240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-6237448396592507339?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/6237448396592507339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=6237448396592507339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/6237448396592507339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/6237448396592507339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2011/01/poslaju-memang-laju.html' title='Poslaju Memang Laju!'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TURfxyK2c4I/AAAAAAAAB_s/kqnMTo9Ji2I/s72-c/30-01-11_0238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-587434808210664864</id><published>2011-01-22T16:47:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:58:19.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xbox 360 Original Games Reservation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUARsIHaLGI/AAAAAAAAB_U/dbzd6Yvirp8/s1600/Alan-Wake-Xbox-360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566468589220408418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUARsIHaLGI/AAAAAAAAB_U/dbzd6Yvirp8/s200/Alan-Wake-Xbox-360.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUARrxdMWvI/AAAAAAAAB_M/uWcH6tchggY/s1600/203723-cover_hires8jd8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566468583137762034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUARrxdMWvI/AAAAAAAAB_M/uWcH6tchggY/s200/203723-cover_hires8jd8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Free (Xbox bundle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TU62rbnTZ2I/AAAAAAAACBA/YrJltlIN6I4/s1600/c3c8ee6638a501ae6e42fcd9844814c0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570590646367119202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TU62rbnTZ2I/AAAAAAAACBA/YrJltlIN6I4/s200/c3c8ee6638a501ae6e42fcd9844814c0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dead Space 2- RM100 (paid deposit RM50)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUAUgND7EoI/AAAAAAAAB_c/TA7f4BbT9q4/s1600/bioshock-xbox-360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566471682924417666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUAUgND7EoI/AAAAAAAAB_c/TA7f4BbT9q4/s200/bioshock-xbox-360.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUo-ONouAGI/AAAAAAAACAw/7x1mpQiMEZE/s1600/box_112284-hd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569332303096578146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUo-ONouAGI/AAAAAAAACAw/7x1mpQiMEZE/s200/box_112284-hd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bioshock-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;paid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mass Effect-&lt;/span&gt; RM50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUAQBzJA14I/AAAAAAAAB-U/PIGRW8CwB0A/s1600/Condemned_xbox_360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566466762523858818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUAQBzJA14I/AAAAAAAAB-U/PIGRW8CwB0A/s200/Condemned_xbox_360.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUARMjsBTBI/AAAAAAAAB_E/XelXSdZ0Fl0/s1600/xbox-360-condemned-2-bloodshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566468046865910802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUARMjsBTBI/AAAAAAAAB_E/XelXSdZ0Fl0/s200/xbox-360-condemned-2-bloodshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Condemned: Criminal Origin-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;RM50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Condemned 2: Bloodshot-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;RM80&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(new &amp;amp; sealed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUAQw6M6xSI/AAAAAAAAB-s/l1Na7d6owHo/s1600/Left_4_Dead_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566467571873137954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUAQw6M6xSI/AAAAAAAAB-s/l1Na7d6owHo/s200/Left_4_Dead_21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUAQou4qiWI/AAAAAAAAB-k/mcnWYB0D1Zk/s1600/fable-2-box-art-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566467431396444514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUAQou4qiWI/AAAAAAAAB-k/mcnWYB0D1Zk/s200/fable-2-box-art-front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Left 4 Dead 2-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;RM50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (required COD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Fable 2-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;RM50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUAQMRNljBI/AAAAAAAAB-c/zN1YBV7NGbk/s1600/dearising.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566466942394797074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUAQMRNljBI/AAAAAAAAB-c/zN1YBV7NGbk/s200/dearising.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUARGK0vqxI/AAAAAAAAB-8/K-koE3mdJFo/s1600/splinter-cell-conviction-review.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566467937112402706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUARGK0vqxI/AAAAAAAAB-8/K-koE3mdJFo/s200/splinter-cell-conviction-review.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Dead Rising-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;RM50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Splinter Cell Conviction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;paid &amp;amp; received&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUAP7WLrXBI/AAAAAAAAB-M/I1Ap3MJ1Vag/s1600/box_112381-hd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566466651671190546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUAP7WLrXBI/AAAAAAAAB-M/I1Ap3MJ1Vag/s200/box_112381-hd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUAPvoYpC0I/AAAAAAAAB98/0BzS9pig1vo/s1600/box_111002-hd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566466450398972738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUAPvoYpC0I/AAAAAAAAB98/0BzS9pig1vo/s200/box_111002-hd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Alone In The Dark-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;RM80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (new &amp;amp; sealed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Resident Evil 5-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;paid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Total: RM615 (some has combo discount :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-587434808210664864?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/587434808210664864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=587434808210664864' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/587434808210664864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/587434808210664864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2011/01/reservation.html' title='Xbox 360 Original Games Reservation'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TUARsIHaLGI/AAAAAAAAB_U/dbzd6Yvirp8/s72-c/Alan-Wake-Xbox-360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-3386120135244871361</id><published>2011-01-22T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T16:44:13.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 days ago was a public holiday of &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Thaipusam&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hindu&lt;/span&gt; festival mostly celebrated in &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt; as well as &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;. As I recall, before I officially accepted my current job, one of my supervisor told me that every public holiday will be paid double which is RM6 per hour. I was so happy that I could earn more money. The next day, they told me that double pay is not accounted for &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thaipusam&lt;/span&gt;. WTF? Then what kind of &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"public holiday"&lt;/span&gt; do they meant?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;o0o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-3386120135244871361?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/3386120135244871361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=3386120135244871361' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3386120135244871361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3386120135244871361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2011/01/fraud.html' title='Fraud'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-1236948229919166504</id><published>2011-01-07T16:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T20:49:04.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"WorkAholic"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s has been a week since I started working with &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; as a part time sales in &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The Mines&lt;/span&gt;. For those of you who never came to visit us. Probably wouldn’t know how pathetic we are when on duty. We both look like going to die in any second as we are forced to stand up for 9 hours straight with or without customer’s existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a beginner, our main duty is to make sure no customer snatches something away from our shop. Whenever a customer steps in, we have to standby ourselves to each corner where we can see the whole room. Other than that, serve the customer whenever they need one. It may sound easy to you, its real pain in reality. Mark my word, when you planning to work as a sales or waiter, make sure you are capable to speak &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cantonese&lt;/span&gt; as these three languages normally have been used though &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cantonese&lt;/span&gt; can be replaced by &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mandarin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship with co-workers is quite good. They are funny, friendly and willing to help you. Most of them are about the same age as us. So, we shouldn’t have problem with communicating. Conclusion is- this job is &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;50%50%&lt;/span&gt;. I’m going to quit by 11th of &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt; anyway (or sooner), don’t know about &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt;, though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-1236948229919166504?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/1236948229919166504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=1236948229919166504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/1236948229919166504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/1236948229919166504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2011/01/workaholic.html' title='&quot;WorkAholic&quot;'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-7968127487221506094</id><published>2011-01-01T06:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:46:33.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TR9MNdKuChI/AAAAAAAAB8s/tPcTEHDhEqs/s1600/happy-new-year-2011-odometer_design.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557244259250080274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TR9MNdKuChI/AAAAAAAAB8s/tPcTEHDhEqs/s320/happy-new-year-2011-odometer_design.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so... another boring year has ended...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish all the best for those who are struggling in life and so with the students who going to face their upcoming huge exam. Creating a closer relationship between me and my friends so we wont suddenly lost contact from each other (it's actually happening right now). &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; bless my friends, family and the sick ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is all I can say for now. Just &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LIVE HAPPILY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-7968127487221506094?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/7968127487221506094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=7968127487221506094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/7968127487221506094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/7968127487221506094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TR9MNdKuChI/AAAAAAAAB8s/tPcTEHDhEqs/s72-c/happy-new-year-2011-odometer_design.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-4453924200921388157</id><published>2010-12-26T16:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T06:16:46.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Target</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since I am officially employed in &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The Mines&lt;/span&gt; at a sport shoes shop located at 4th floor with &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt;. I guess getting myself an &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Xbox 360 250 GB Slim&lt;/span&gt; is no longer a huge issue. I’ll try my best to achieve my dream in about 2 or 3 months with more than half of my salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made a short calculate and discovered that my total salary is about RM864 and above. Not to mention, I’ll get bonus during the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese New Year festival&lt;/span&gt; though I couldn’t spend time with the girls, but whatever. My current feeling is sort of excited and nervous. I don’t really know whether if I can overcome every consequence during work. I might get scolded or maybe encounter an embarrassing moment. We’ll see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So far, I'm kind of fed up with the other jobs that never actually gave us any response. I think they should have at least sms us that they don't have the intention to hire us. Otherwise we'll end up giving ourselves a fake hope or keep wasting time sitting at home just to wait for their phone call. This is call responsibility.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-4453924200921388157?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/4453924200921388157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=4453924200921388157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4453924200921388157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4453924200921388157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/12/target.html' title='Target'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-8350757246905601680</id><published>2010-12-24T18:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T16:28:35.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TRSIeR0A8GI/AAAAAAAAB6A/UXXhdqkcVYo/s1600/ct22.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554214294213685346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TRSIeR0A8GI/AAAAAAAAB6A/UXXhdqkcVYo/s320/ct22.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May your &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; be filled with &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;. Best wishes for now and the coming year. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Merry Christmas! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS:/&lt;/span&gt; I did not enjoy it. In fact, this is the worse &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;I ever had in 17 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-8350757246905601680?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/8350757246905601680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=8350757246905601680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8350757246905601680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8350757246905601680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TRSIeR0A8GI/AAAAAAAAB6A/UXXhdqkcVYo/s72-c/ct22.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-626409053634353871</id><published>2010-12-21T19:19:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:16:44.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Details</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TROa9ooI0aI/AAAAAAAAB5w/lm8McvaMTVg/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553953149146419618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TROa9ooI0aI/AAAAAAAAB5w/lm8McvaMTVg/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One more week to go before &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Youth Alpha VIII&lt;/span&gt; is officially running with 28 returning youths from previous seasons. I’ve met the contestants whom &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I are going to compete with when we had a rehearsal the other day, which coursed me 2 hours late from a dinner with friends at &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Milwaukee&lt;/span&gt;. This season features 4 &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; youths from&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; Season 3&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ida &amp;amp; Natasha&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; Daniel &amp;amp; Zulkifli&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt; siblings from &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Season 4&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;April &amp;amp; Jonathan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hungarian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt; blondies from &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Season 7&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Paula &amp;amp; Wendy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarawakean&lt;/span&gt; friends from &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Season 6&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Anita &amp;amp; Vincent &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Blythe&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Season 7&lt;/span&gt;. Others are being &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt;. It should be fun with different races in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is what we called a &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;“leaderboard”&lt;/span&gt;. The leaderboard serves as a schedule indicates how long the team survives throughout the program. Well, this schedule is planned and created by &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;George&lt;/span&gt;, our producer, as he showed it to us during the rehearsal. So, I copied it with &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Microsoft Office&lt;/span&gt;. I was so surprised at &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Leg 5&lt;/span&gt;, though. I think that’s a double elimination. Although the schedule says 10 legs, but I guess we probably will be away from home for more than 10 days due to travelling time (unless we lose earlier). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-626409053634353871?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/626409053634353871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=626409053634353871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/626409053634353871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/626409053634353871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/12/leaderboard.html' title='Details'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TROa9ooI0aI/AAAAAAAAB5w/lm8McvaMTVg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-647855763838663152</id><published>2010-12-16T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T14:52:43.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TQsIM5IWzOI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/UWvODxuUpEk/s1600/1282194324N6CMUH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551539983251590370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TQsIM5IWzOI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/UWvODxuUpEk/s320/1282194324N6CMUH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My high school life will be ended on next &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, 4:30 in the afternoon. I no longer have to wake up early when the sun is still asleep, dressing the old boring school uniform and carry a bag on my back which stored with heavy books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to begin a new chapter of my life for the next three months before I can get my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; certificate. I was in a mission searching for a job a couple of days ago with several friends of mine; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yushen&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; Tiong Hong&lt;/span&gt;, in &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The Mines&lt;/span&gt;. I’ve to say that our attempt did not fail us; all of us have found at least one job, but we still need to wait for their response though I think they won’t call us anyway. So, I guess this is just temporarily good news for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll continue my mission in &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mahkota Jusco&lt;/span&gt;, just in case. I don’t really mind the salary to be honest, as long as I’ve something to do rather than staying at home become mildewed like a bread, it’s fine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-647855763838663152?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/647855763838663152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=647855763838663152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/647855763838663152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/647855763838663152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/12/vacancy.html' title='Vacancy'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TQsIM5IWzOI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/UWvODxuUpEk/s72-c/1282194324N6CMUH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-3647948048227489975</id><published>2010-12-12T19:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:40:24.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TQS6FGoGpBI/AAAAAAAAB5I/dJjcoT8rwqc/s1600/freedom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549765237668226066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TQS6FGoGpBI/AAAAAAAAB5I/dJjcoT8rwqc/s320/freedom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can smell my freedom not a quite distance from here, this mean that my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; year is almost over once this remaining lame subject has accomplished; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Economics&lt;/span&gt;. Time flies by very swiftly, we kept complaining how the time moved so slow as a snail during our first day of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; trial. Now, we just need to wait for another week before we can officially burn our books down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know how to describe my current feeling in words. Sometimes i feel very excited but sometimes i don't. It's like a roller coaster, up and down repetition. I think it is because the world has lose the lively noises and activities. Everything is just the same old route as a radio with record function.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-3647948048227489975?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/3647948048227489975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=3647948048227489975' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3647948048227489975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3647948048227489975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/12/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TQS6FGoGpBI/AAAAAAAAB5I/dJjcoT8rwqc/s72-c/freedom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-493542267861809002</id><published>2010-12-09T21:32:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T19:00:35.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TQLswia4TdI/AAAAAAAAB4o/YImzBiW1yME/s1600/imagesCACUPUUL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549258009491295698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TQLswia4TdI/AAAAAAAAB4o/YImzBiW1yME/s320/imagesCACUPUUL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It has been a year plus since the first time I started to blog about my life. I’ve to admit that whenever I browse through my older posts, I frequently find myself laughing at my so called proper grammar or confusing sentences that I don’t even understand what I’ve written. Apparently, my writing skill is getting better each time the time passes after making a self improvement by watching &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; movies, reading novels and playing video games. In some cases, I learnt from my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; teacher, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Pn. Habibah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my blog has consisted of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;215&lt;/span&gt; posts and still counting. If I despite my lousy grammar when browsing through the older posts, I would realize that I’ve put myself in a jolly life with several best friends and relatives of mine. Yes, blog is a webpage where I could trigger my mind; flashback everything from what I've attempted, both in positive and negative.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concurrently, blog does help me reduce stress by expressing my feeling towards a thing or a human including anger, sadness and even jealousy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Memories&lt;/span&gt; serve as a treasure in our life. I wonder how would i express when i get older and have a look at my blog again :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-493542267861809002?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/493542267861809002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=493542267861809002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/493542267861809002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/493542267861809002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-has-been-year-plus-since-first-time.html' title='Blog'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TQLswia4TdI/AAAAAAAAB4o/YImzBiW1yME/s72-c/imagesCACUPUUL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-4067442643270407826</id><published>2010-12-08T12:36:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:39:10.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life’s Brief Candle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This poem introduced in our life during our junior year of high school back to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;. The poem itself does make sense from up to down and teaches us how we must appreciate our life as we only given one chance to live. For me, I see my life as a drama show that usually shown on &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; every weekday, we couldn’t light out what sort of consequences will visit us regardless of good news or bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I discovered one of my favorite &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; entertainers died from a deceased. What makes it worse is that he already ascended into heaven for almost a year, leaving me unknowingly about his loss. Until now, I still couldn’t accept the fact that he has gone, gone for eternity, no more exchanging messages habit. He seemed perfectly fine when I watch his last video where I learnt about his death through the comments. As always, showing his generous smile and happily enjoy filming himself in &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549443966660400866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TQOV4q26VuI/AAAAAAAAB44/hZwELOvuqik/s320/swan2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rodger Swan&lt;/span&gt;, died at the age of 23 in &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hanamaki&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;. I stumbled across his videos by accidentally while I was searching a video about &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Shenmue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(an Xbox game)&lt;/span&gt; last year. Learning that he had several common interests with me such as loved &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; horror movies, liked &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; literature, enjoyed playing &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Shenmue&lt;/span&gt; games, fond of &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; culture including manga and anime. I quickly felt interested on his future videos after that. All of his videos dedicated to his life in &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt; as an exchange student in &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/span&gt;, later a year or two, as an &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; teacher of three different schools in &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hanamaki&lt;/span&gt;. Other than that, he also did review for &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;DOES NOT &lt;/span&gt;deserve to be taken away, not in a young age nor having a pure heart. You can see him smiling all the time by watching his video and trust me; it was a natural smile. Starting from &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;, I never seen any new video of his pop out from my subscription and I assumed that he must be very busy. Then, the truth came out… and it is the saddest thing I ever learnt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;R.I.P Rodger Swan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to be a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; lover, you should watch his videos either on &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yotube&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(simply type Tokyo Swan 1)&lt;/span&gt; or on his blog which can be found in my &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Bff's&lt;/span&gt; list on the right hand side.…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I've learnt one thing from his death; when you wanna achieve your goal or fulfill your dream, just go for it, don't wait as time won't stop by and say hello to you... This is why i said enjoy your life to the maximum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-90c14a312d836afa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D90c14a312d836afa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331894815%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C441B2354E4212B0F75DFE36C591E8C395651BE.17EE7D4D8F6E2767B4F38627AE64C2E47129EA91%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D90c14a312d836afa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6y_cCrDU49PSSBBkgrC2rfzAURQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D90c14a312d836afa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331894815%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C441B2354E4212B0F75DFE36C591E8C395651BE.17EE7D4D8F6E2767B4F38627AE64C2E47129EA91%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D90c14a312d836afa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6y_cCrDU49PSSBBkgrC2rfzAURQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A memorial video that made from a fan. It touches me multiple times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, I learnt about a young &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt; guy who took his own life after being broke up with his girlfriend. Did I feel sorry for him? NO. I told you before; whoever commits suicide with any reason is an idiot or just a coward and not supposed to be sympathy with. Instead, I’d laugh them for choosing a real stupid decision. I can't believe that some people actually treat him like a hero. I mean, he gave up his own life just because of lost love? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK&lt;/span&gt;? Then what about &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rodger&lt;/span&gt; whom trying to inspire the world but died very abruptly? Human can be real stupid sometimes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-4067442643270407826?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/4067442643270407826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=4067442643270407826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4067442643270407826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4067442643270407826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/12/lifes-brief-candle.html' title='Life’s Brief Candle'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TQOV4q26VuI/AAAAAAAAB44/hZwELOvuqik/s72-c/swan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-7494167427586865703</id><published>2010-12-04T00:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T02:23:08.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Present &amp; Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TPkfB5gMSTI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/e0TBQAvhePk/s1600/2009-12-05_SPM_STPM_title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546498533559650610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TPkfB5gMSTI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/e0TBQAvhePk/s320/2009-12-05_SPM_STPM_title.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time is clicking and 2010 is gonna fly soon, I am currently sitting for a huge exam of my life with more than 1000 students across &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;, namely &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;. This exam would determine our future route whether if we had the potential for continuing our education in &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;University&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;College&lt;/span&gt;, so it’s normal if you see someone in stress. However, majority of &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; candidates including myself are in a delighted mood throughout the exam as if nothing happened at all. It’s not a bad thing, though. Being relaxation could help us think positively which able to bring advantage during the progress of an exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me, the exam has no different compare with ordinary assessments. The only thing that makes this different was the name, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;. So far, I had completed 6 subjects, leaving only 3 elective subjects remain untouched, for some, 4, if the candidate picked &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; language. In truthfully, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lee Cheng&lt;/span&gt; and I only left 2 since we decided to skip &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Account&lt;/span&gt;, one of the useless subjects that are completely unrelated to our goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve the spirit that I probably will get at least one &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“A”&lt;/span&gt;, three if I was lucky for those subjects that I really paid a lot of efforts on its. For now on, achieving &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“A”&lt;/span&gt; is no longer a matter, as long as I manage to pass the minimum requirements in order to join my dream school,&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; SAE Institutes&lt;/span&gt;, I’ll be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546498528704931954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TPkfBnavKHI/AAAAAAAAB3I/nlGIaHQ-WMs/s320/100_0445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After this exam, I shall enjoy my &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; week along with my dear family and friends before setting off for a serious competition, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Youth Alpha Season 8&lt;/span&gt;. A graduation party for &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;5A &lt;/span&gt;is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt; program in my thoughts. We currently would like to make this happen at &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.bukitmerahresort.com.my%2Findex.htm&amp;amp;h=78d57" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" __untrusted="true"&gt;Bukit Merah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Taiping&lt;/span&gt;. All thanks to&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Rahiman’s&lt;/span&gt; suggestion which seems fun and ton of activities awaiting for us to be performed. Although I knew the amount would be incredible expensive and shocking, but… money is not the matter but the strong &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;BRO/SISTERHOOD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7311664986873587134-7494167427586865703?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/7494167427586865703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=7494167427586865703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/7494167427586865703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/7494167427586865703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/12/present-future.html' title='Present &amp; Future'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TPkfB5gMSTI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/e0TBQAvhePk/s72-c/2009-12-05_SPM_STPM_title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-433495315707649388</id><published>2010-11-19T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T11:29:36.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TOXuieoCsLI/AAAAAAAAB2w/mIO_WAnQok0/s1600/xbox-360-slim-and-kinect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541097192653238450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TOXuieoCsLI/AAAAAAAAB2w/mIO_WAnQok0/s320/xbox-360-slim-and-kinect.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I WANT THESE TOOLS, LIKE, RIGHT NOW! D:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-433495315707649388?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/433495315707649388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=433495315707649388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/433495315707649388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/433495315707649388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-these-tools-like-right-now-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TOXuieoCsLI/AAAAAAAAB2w/mIO_WAnQok0/s72-c/xbox-360-slim-and-kinect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-2636222380368877206</id><published>2010-11-07T04:30:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T19:16:09.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to Penang- Day 1- Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relatives Visiting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together we went out for breakfast along with &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Dennis&lt;/span&gt; at eight in the morning. We returned to the restaurant where we used to eat back to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;200&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. The service was sucks as ittook them so long to notice that we haven’t ordered any drinks. Besides that, some of them had no manners too. We ate a few plates of simple dim sum and other foods like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Curry Noodle&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Chicken Rice&lt;/span&gt;. My mom bought two packets of &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Wan Tan Mee&lt;/span&gt; for the sleeping couple at home while my uncle bought &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kue Tiao Soup&lt;/span&gt; for my grandaunt whom suffering from illness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once we were back, the youngsters like me mustered around in the room to discuss where we should go after we had wash up, still, we currently had &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no special plan. Then my father said that we should visit his younger brother and his family in &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Chai Leng Park&lt;/span&gt;, and my face was like &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“nooooo!”&lt;/span&gt; because I hated their sons who were my cousins. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZmpMqLm0I/AAAAAAAABzo/4M8ZehXaLhM/s1600/10-09-10_1131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536725649857420098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZmpMqLm0I/AAAAAAAABzo/4M8ZehXaLhM/s320/10-09-10_1131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZmozKTAiI/AAAAAAAABzg/Zt8PNUrZIR4/s1600/10-09-10_1130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536725643012801058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZmozKTAiI/AAAAAAAABzg/Zt8PNUrZIR4/s320/10-09-10_1130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(My father was the owner of this house before he officially soldit to his younger brother once my grandfather passed away, lots of dramas occured)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It didn’t take long when we reached their house since it only 3km far from my 4th grandaunt’s house. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt; and my parents introduced some places to &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ah Ying&lt;/span&gt; such as the places where my brothers used to visit when they were kids before I was born; it was quite annoying, though. We got a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“warm welcomed”&lt;/span&gt; from my cousins and aunt. As I stood in the house, there was a huge television placed near from the main door, and Inoticed that there was a slim version of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PS2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;resting on the floor. There was another smaller sized television placed on the opposite side beside thecomputer. And two sets of cushions placed between them, each facing at one TVs. The whole setting looked like an airport == &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZmo8Q0qrI/AAAAAAAABzY/v-Oc_n1-oik/s1600/10-09-10_1058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536725645456091826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZmo8Q0qrI/AAAAAAAABzY/v-Oc_n1-oik/s320/10-09-10_1058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZmohALEkI/AAAAAAAABzQ/GE3VZ7wMKFU/s1600/10-09-10_1057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536725638138499650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZmohALEkI/AAAAAAAABzQ/GE3VZ7wMKFU/s320/10-09-10_1057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It just passed five minutes and I already got bored and irritating cause my parents chatted with my uncle and aunt in high volume. Plus, their sons were like a wild animal where they screamed and running around the house for nothing. Luckily, there were numerous &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Doraemon&lt;/span&gt; comic books for me to read. Soon later, we were planning to cross over the infamous &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Penang Bridged&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Penang Island&lt;/span&gt;. But the plan was cut off and delayed because my parents received an unpleasant news that my father’s uncle suffering from nose cancer which caused his eyes went blind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZnTFIR1YI/AAAAAAAAB0A/X4Zd9dLxDHs/s1600/10-09-10_1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536726369390679426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZnTFIR1YI/AAAAAAAAB0A/X4Zd9dLxDHs/s320/10-09-10_1234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, we proceeded to his house at &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Kulim &lt;/span&gt;along with both of my uncle and aunt. Weird, wasn’t this supposed to be a trip? How come it turned to family visiting? His house was nice, but a little empty that you could produce encore whenever you speak. His daughter and granddaughter were there too, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;making the house looked like a minor party. It seemed that our main character was my father’s blinded uncle. But for some reasons, the main character suddenly switched to a place in &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cameron Highlands&lt;/span&gt; where they talked about their plan to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cameron Highlands&lt;/span&gt; during the next &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZmpSkFb6I/AAAAAAAABzw/C5EA9pNs8YA/s1600/10-09-10_1230.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536725651442462626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZmpSkFb6I/AAAAAAAABzw/C5EA9pNs8YA/s320/10-09-10_1230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(The man in white shirt is the patient)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZnS4OQTMI/AAAAAAAABz4/Vpxq8Q1ssGY/s1600/10-09-10_1231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536726365926083778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZnS4OQTMI/AAAAAAAABz4/Vpxq8Q1ssGY/s320/10-09-10_1231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZnTbncavI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/xjgGApoB86I/s1600/10-09-10_1249.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536726375426976498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZnTbncavI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/xjgGApoB86I/s320/10-09-10_1249.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was noon when my parents decided to leave and have lunch with my uncle and aunt. We went to the nearby famous &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Duck Rice&lt;/span&gt; restaurant where we ate &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Duck Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (duh)&lt;/span&gt;. My father described the restaurant as &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“famous”&lt;/span&gt;, supposedly the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Duck Rice&lt;/span&gt; must be delicious, but I tasted nothing special, literally nothing special. After that, we returned to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Chai Leng Park&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“Concert”&lt;/span&gt; back to live again, so freaking noisy ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn’t know how much times had flied away since I fell asleep as my brothers and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ah Ying&lt;/span&gt; were reading comics and my parents… you know, having a concert with my uncle and aunt. My cousins went out for tuition except the eldest one, who had dropped out from school and went out for work at a shopping mall called &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Pacific”&lt;/span&gt; since then. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eventually, my parents stood up and decided to leave &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(I’m gonna thanks Jesus for that)&lt;/span&gt;. We went to my eldest grand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aunt’s house which just across the street at the back. And I continued exploring my dream world as my parents had another concert with my grandaunt. Fortunately, the visit was shorter than the previous ones and we off to &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Bukit Mertajam&lt;/span&gt; for lunch number 2. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZn7fFjUUI/AAAAAAAAB04/gu7RB9R2bMw/s1600/10-09-10_1529.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536727063553331522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZn7fFjUUI/AAAAAAAAB04/gu7RB9R2bMw/s320/10-09-10_1529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZn7L14A8I/AAAAAAAAB0w/fO7NsQfqY0M/s1600/10-09-10_1518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536727058387305410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZn7L14A8I/AAAAAAAAB0w/fO7NsQfqY0M/s320/10-09-10_1518.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZn7GgutgI/AAAAAAAAB0o/m2HjZmp9-NA/s1600/10-09-10_1517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536727056956438018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZn7GgutgI/AAAAAAAAB0o/m2HjZmp9-NA/s320/10-09-10_1517.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZn66EjRYI/AAAAAAAAB0g/78ywUygBfxA/s1600/10-09-10_1516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536727053617022338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZn66EjRYI/AAAAAAAAB0g/78ywUygBfxA/s320/10-09-10_1516.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZnTERBHSI/AAAAAAAAB0I/vThUXuyPUHc/s1600/10-09-10_1514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536726369158896930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZnTERBHSI/AAAAAAAAB0I/vThUXuyPUHc/s320/10-09-10_1514.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZnTqPuEKI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/4eqcNGkvQsQ/s1600/10-09-10_1515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536726379354001570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZnTqPuEKI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/4eqcNGkvQsQ/s320/10-09-10_1515.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our lunch number 2 was the infamous &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Asam Laksa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ABC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hokkien Mee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Fried Mee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Curry Mee&lt;/span&gt;. Trust me; if you’re not a big fan of spicy food, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; is not a tea of cup for you. Although the weather was quite warm, but nothing could stop me from filling my stomach with these spicy noodles, lol. Being as a normal girl, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ah Ying&lt;/span&gt; said that she guarantee will gain lots of weight from these unstoppable meals. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our final stop was at my 6th grandaunt’s house which just located near my old secondary school, &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;SMKBBSL&lt;/span&gt;. Similar to the prior visits, boring as hell, the only persons that actually enjoyed was my parents. Later on, we returned to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tambun&lt;/span&gt; intended to unlock the door as we failed the task last night, still, no luck with us and eventually gave up. We spent the remaining evening napping at the flat where we lived last night. I was so frustrated that why we had to end up like this? Simultaneously, I missed &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt; and my friends, acted like I got trapped in another world… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun had already sunk down to the west when I finally woke up from napping. Since we unable to unlock the house where we supposedly sleep in our&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; original plan, my father decided to spend the remaining days at his younger brother’s house. That was the time when I felt like wanna commit suicide. I kept complaining that I shouldn’t come. Why &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt;, Why? Why you didn’t inform me that you only went to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Melaka&lt;/span&gt; for one day?!&lt;/em&gt; D: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZn7TN5X8I/AAAAAAAAB1A/WX0q9rKXh28/s1600/10-09-10_2121.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536727060367105986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZn7TN5X8I/AAAAAAAAB1A/WX0q9rKXh28/s320/10-09-10_2121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZorinlm3I/AAAAAAAAB1I/N-6B2DJz_lI/s1600/10-09-10_2122.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536727889135115122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZorinlm3I/AAAAAAAAB1I/N-6B2DJz_lI/s320/10-09-10_2122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before we officially moved to their house, my brother brought us to the shopping mall that I mentioned earlier, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pacific&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently, the shopping mall looked like an indoor night market to me. It was as confuse as &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sg. Wang&lt;/span&gt;. That’s why we off to dinner after 45 minutes of wandering around aimlessly. We went to a restaurant which used to be a cinema back to my parents’ period. We ate lots of foods that I couldn’t recall their names. Well, just &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;view the pictures below which already forward the message. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZozTqh_II/AAAAAAAAB1w/iK3J-vNOn30/s1600/10-09-10_2210.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536728022559882370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZozTqh_II/AAAAAAAAB1w/iK3J-vNOn30/s320/10-09-10_2210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZosJlzKCI/AAAAAAAAB1g/D4g4x9nx7Qk/s1600/10-09-10_2206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536727899596597282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZosJlzKCI/AAAAAAAAB1g/D4g4x9nx7Qk/s320/10-09-10_2206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZosfvEd1I/AAAAAAAAB1o/xyVMQKgeDmE/s1600/10-09-10_2207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536727905541060434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZosfvEd1I/AAAAAAAAB1o/xyVMQKgeDmE/s320/10-09-10_2207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZor8XgvxI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/cUnz_JizMKA/s1600/10-09-10_2204.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536727896047009554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZor8XgvxI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/cUnz_JizMKA/s320/10-09-10_2204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZzbmyrtOI/AAAAAAAAB2A/DChacW4eO-E/s1600/100_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536739710005392610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZzbmyrtOI/AAAAAAAAB2A/DChacW4eO-E/s320/100_0398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since there was no any other activity that we could perform as it was already quite late, we revisited my uncle, aunt and my cousins. Luckily, we were sent to an aircond room where it used to belong to my late grandfather who had passed away when I was &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Standard 6&lt;/span&gt;. Because of that, all of my family members had gone to bed except for me and my cousins. Forgot to mention, I brought my &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; with me as well. So, we played &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Ninja Turtle”&lt;/span&gt; in 3 players before I gone to bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZozrEej1I/AAAAAAAAB14/mNFmnjNmFsA/s1600/12-09-10_0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536728028842725202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZozrEej1I/AAAAAAAAB14/mNFmnjNmFsA/s320/12-09-10_0253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&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/7311664986873587134-2636222380368877206?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/2636222380368877206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=2636222380368877206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/2636222380368877206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/2636222380368877206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/11/trip-to-penang-day-1-part-2.html' title='A Trip to Penang- Day 1- Part 2'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNZmpMqLm0I/AAAAAAAABzo/4M8ZehXaLhM/s72-c/10-09-10_1131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-714062332128464097</id><published>2010-11-06T07:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T04:56:10.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to Penang- Day 1- Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I decided to describe this lame trip that i had few weeks ago since i was bored and intended to type something very eagerly. This post might break the record for being the longest post ever in my blog. So, be prepared to suffer the confusion, lol. Sorry for the crappy quality for the photos given, i utilized my mobile phone to shoot. Day 1 is separated into 2 parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insomnia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It took me some times before I had finally finished packing my stuff for the 3 days 2 nights trip to my hometown, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;, the second smallest state in &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt; after &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Perlis&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, it didn’t really consider as a trip to me since I had visited this state for countless times and eventually get bored of it. Moreover, I was born in &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; and used to stay there for about two years in &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;. I don’t exactly know what the main purpose was for going back there, though. In addition, one of my classmates, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nishallini&lt;/span&gt;, also went to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; to attend her relative’s wedding ceremony on the same day as me, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was night time when we officially embarking on a journey to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;, I couldn’t attempt almost everything in the car under the moonlight. All I did was sms-ing with &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nisha&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nina&lt;/span&gt;; it was an incredible boring journey if you asked me. But thanks to my eldest brother, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt;, who drove in great speed which only took us 4 hours to reach there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once there, it was already one in the morning. That was the time where my luck started to fade off. Our original plan was to stay in my grandma’s&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (the one that staying in Sg. Long)&lt;/span&gt; second house which took place in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tambun&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately, we couldn’t unlock the main door due to the lock had some sort of problem that we couldn’t rotate the key. So, my mom suggested that we should stay at one of our relative’s house and come back and try again by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wasn’t really pleased when I heard this idea as I disliked staying at my &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; relative’s house. In truthfully, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DISLIKED&lt;/span&gt; them. At first, my mom tried to contact my 6th grandaunt since their house was the nearest from where we were. Somehow, none of them answer the phone. So, my father contacted his only younger brother. Unfortunately, his son’s friends beat us first. Later, my mom managed to contact my 4th grandaunt and eventually found a place for us to rest for a day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNSakk2sdsI/AAAAAAAABzA/kq1WgwBw1rw/s1600/10-09-10_0959.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536219795104233154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNSakk2sdsI/AAAAAAAABzA/kq1WgwBw1rw/s320/10-09-10_0959.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNSakl7MBnI/AAAAAAAABzI/EZDDJQ7x7VU/s1600/10-09-10_1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536219795391514226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNSakl7MBnI/AAAAAAAABzI/EZDDJQ7x7VU/s320/10-09-10_1000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It might sound like good news, but…. my 4th grandaunt’s house was a flat, which seemed like a small room for hamster. There was only one room provided, another one was belonged to my grandaunt and her husband. We got no choice but half of us required to sleep in the living room on the couch. My mom, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt; and his girlfriend, whom I referred her as &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Ah Ying&lt;/span&gt;, slept in the room while &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dennis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(my elder brother)&lt;/span&gt;, my father and I slept on the couch. For some reason, I’m the only one who couldn’t get my eyes closed. So, I grabbed out &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nina’s&lt;/span&gt; novel that she borrowed me in school and intending to finish it by that night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hours later, it was already five in the morning, and my eyes were finally ready to shut down. Haplessly, the mosque nearby the flats started to alarm the &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; prayers, caused me unable to sleep at all. I pulled myself up from the couch and decided to wait till the sun rises up. During that time, both of my parents and my uncle had woke up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-714062332128464097?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/714062332128464097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=714062332128464097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/714062332128464097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/714062332128464097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/11/trip-to-penang-day-1.html' title='A Trip to Penang- Day 1- Part 1'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TNSakk2sdsI/AAAAAAAABzA/kq1WgwBw1rw/s72-c/10-09-10_0959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-2593314763070412973</id><published>2010-10-31T02:13:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:08:43.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Alpha VIII: The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Teams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cassandra &amp;amp; Margaret&lt;/span&gt; (Season 1)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &amp;amp; Henry&lt;/span&gt; (Season 1)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Deric &amp;amp; Mark&lt;/span&gt; (Season 2)&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sean &amp;amp; Tiana&lt;/span&gt; (Season 2)&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Daniel &amp;amp; Zulkifli&lt;/span&gt; (Season 3)&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ida &amp;amp; Natasha&lt;/span&gt; (Season 3)&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Andrea &amp;amp; Benedict &lt;/span&gt;(Season 4)&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;April &amp;amp; Jonathan&lt;/span&gt; (Season 4)&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Erwin &amp;amp; Kevin&lt;/span&gt; (Season 5)&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Irene &amp;amp; Terrance &lt;/span&gt;(Season 5)&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Anita &amp;amp; Vincent&lt;/span&gt; (Season 6)&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Desiree &amp;amp; Elena&lt;/span&gt; (Season 6)&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blythe &amp;amp; Solomon&lt;/span&gt; (Season 7)&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Paula &amp;amp; Wendy&lt;/span&gt; (Season 7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our producer, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;George&lt;/span&gt; has decided to dub this season as &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;“The Aftermath”&lt;/span&gt; instead of&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; “All Stars”&lt;/span&gt; since sound very ordinary, lol. The list above are all the 14 chosen teams from past editions stage a comeback for the upcoming season of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Youth Alpha&lt;/span&gt; which will be held in this late December. Surprisingly, every contestant are at least 17 and above, this makes me, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tiana&lt;/span&gt; and several other participants become the youngest contestants for this season. This season is also the second installment to include non- Christian youths while Season 3 being the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This season features 25 most frustrating tasks from past installments. In my season, there were only 2 tasks that actually frustrated me, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Community Service&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; Fund Raising&lt;/span&gt;, introduced in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Klang&lt;/span&gt;. Both of these tasks nearly got &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I get eliminated sooner than our original final placement, 5th. Now I need to close my palms and pray to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; that I won’t visit these tasks again which might ultimately fail my team. The rules are quite strict this time, last time we were allowed to bring handphone and laptop or whatever as we travel around. Now, no more, all those technology stuff must stay at home.&lt;/em&gt; :C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-2593314763070412973?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/2593314763070412973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=2593314763070412973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/2593314763070412973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/2593314763070412973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/10/youth-alpha-viii-aftermath.html' title='Youth Alpha VIII: The Aftermath'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-5950629602755912893</id><published>2010-10-30T22:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T06:58:10.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533851392646974994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMwwhaKGDhI/AAAAAAAAByw/N4XkMzKPrdg/s320/33573_1457847053928_1465947569_31078495_4424200_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This morning I went for a swim with 6 other male friends of mine; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Lee Cheng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Tiong Hong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yih Su&lt;/span&gt;, near at &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chee Keong’s&lt;/span&gt; house which is a condo in &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Sg. Long&lt;/span&gt;. I actually don’t feel like wanted to take participate since I hated being half naked in public, but after a second thought, this could be our last outdoor activity before the arriving of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533851395996906162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMwwhmox8rI/AAAAAAAABy4/PJMWmNxtigw/s320/73773_1457846893924_1465947569_31078494_3272173_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The activity was kind of fun but nothing special at all, really. The only funny thing was that &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; has a phobia of water which sort of surprised me as I thought he was just joking around. He seemed very afraid to stand on solo in the middle of the pool, caused him spent most of his time at the side pool only. We did try to teach him the basic method to swim. However, due to his scared meter was incredible high, he unable to relax his body while teaching him to float. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; is afraid of anything as I recall our previous activities, he’s afraid of dark, height, dog and now the newest discovery; water.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533851380383996178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMwwgseX2RI/AAAAAAAAByg/QuV4fTj0mMo/s320/72235_1457848333960_1465947569_31078502_1472801_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pool was as cold as an ice as if I were being trapped in the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Atlantic Ocean&lt;/span&gt; where more than 300 &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Titanic&lt;/span&gt; victims died from hypothermia. That was weird actually, swimming pool supposely to provide warm water, but how come this one has special “treatment”? Poor service I guess. I kept trembling throughout the whole afternoon even though my body had dried out. Plus, today was a windy day, increased the coldness to the maximum. That's why i was very afraid to get down to the pool for once again. Although i did in the end, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rest of the time we were just chatting about school life or just intending to throw someone down to the water. Lol. The activity ended with a short lunch at a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mamak Store&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Sg. Long&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7311664986873587134-5950629602755912893?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/5950629602755912893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=5950629602755912893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5950629602755912893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5950629602755912893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/10/swim.html' title='Swim'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMwwhaKGDhI/AAAAAAAAByw/N4XkMzKPrdg/s72-c/33573_1457847053928_1465947569_31078495_4424200_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-6101269641993795642</id><published>2010-10-29T16:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:55:06.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>InFamous 5A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMqLNrBLBSI/AAAAAAAAByQ/WFNP14Yzoa0/s1600/38380_103238269731185_100001350360645_19029_3339792_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533388159180277026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMqLNrBLBSI/AAAAAAAAByQ/WFNP14Yzoa0/s400/38380_103238269731185_100001350360645_19029_3339792_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 more months before 30 of us finally grow a pair of wings and set a journey to different path in the real world. It’s been quite an interesting year as we have gone through from the early &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt; ‘till present. We have share in our joys, tears, dramas, as well as ups and downs within these 10 months. Those are the only reasons of why I couldn’t unfold a 100% of delighted face when comes to graduation. In my personal opinion, I always see&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; 5 Amanah&lt;/span&gt; as the most fascinating class among the&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; Form 5&lt;/span&gt; classes because of;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Colorful Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numerous of characters can be seen in &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5A&lt;/span&gt;. The first would be&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; class clown&lt;/span&gt;; this title should be granted to either &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; as they like to provoke jokes in the class occasionally. Though the &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt; boys do tell joke, but mostly none us could really get their line or maybe the joke is kind of offended, lol. A &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;rebel gang&lt;/span&gt;, this is directly demonstrated to all the&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; “Six Club”&lt;/span&gt; members as we often disobey to the class teachers regardless how high is their status in&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; SMKBBSL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Nerd&lt;/span&gt;, when I think of that, my mind would just picture of&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; Yih Su&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jing Guan&lt;/span&gt; and several other students. Like seriously, they always maintain their high ranked seats in every assessment, totally crazy!&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Drama queen&lt;/span&gt;, nobody could snatch away the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5A's&lt;/span&gt; drama crown from the&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Chinese&lt;/span&gt; girls such as&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Kai Yeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; (whom we normally refer her as Miao Miao)&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; Xue Er&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(she somehow gained a nickname called 丰满)&lt;/span&gt;. The girls usually scream in the class even though there is nothing really happen around, or maybe it does have, just a minor case. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Narcissist&lt;/span&gt;, this only happen to&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt; and sometime myself where we constantly praise ourselves for being the most attracting student in &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5A&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Novel buff&lt;/span&gt;, I could be the shining example for this, I spend my time&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; (especially those classes that I dislike)&lt;/span&gt; on reading &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;English &lt;/span&gt;novel instead of paying attention to the class. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Artistic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Gold Fish&lt;/span&gt; are probably the only students in &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5A&lt;/span&gt; that actually enjoy drawing.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Redeemer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt; is like my first female &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Angelic&lt;/span&gt; friend due to her innocent face and never swears. This is not a lie; I never ever heard of her saying &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;“Shit”&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;“Kanasai”&lt;/span&gt; these two words. All of these characteristics combined into one just make the class as interesting as a horror movie &lt;&lt;&lt; (for me, lol) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Spurious Affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Romance&lt;/span&gt; could be the most wonderful thing that can be found on earth, but when you come to &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5A&lt;/span&gt;, you must have a second thought. Every kind of odd relationship that you name it probably has already occurred in &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5A&lt;/span&gt;, such as interracial relationship. One of the most popular romance go to&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Gold Fish&lt;/span&gt; and her secret crush, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Zim Zim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; : D&lt;em&gt; Until now, none of the members from &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5A&lt;/span&gt; could actually wipe this fact away from our mind. Another amusing interracial relationship happened on me and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Shuhazlin&lt;/span&gt;; this was all caused by our form teacher,&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Pn. Maya&lt;/span&gt;. But for some reason, we both actually kind of enjoy being a spurious couple, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In addition, some of us did manage to create &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FALSE&lt;/span&gt; relationship between &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Xiao Xin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Naomy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lee Cheng&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;丰满&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Zhi Ying&lt;/span&gt;. Do not take these in personal; it’s just a joke, of course. Besides that, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5A&lt;/span&gt; does have fake homosexual relationship; it’s me and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt;, lol. We both do have a son,&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt;, and a granddaughter who happens to be a &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Gold Fish&lt;/span&gt;. What a happy family, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Facebook Community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I created a group on &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; which specialized for all my fellow classmates in &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5A&lt;/span&gt;. That group is meant for us to share our thought about school, discuss an event or forward an important message to one another, and yeah, we did utilize that group pretty well. Sometimes, I’ll re-edit our school examination schedule by using &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Microsoft Office&lt;/span&gt; to remove all the subjects that are unrelated to us, and then I’ll post it online and share to my friends which will help them reduce confusion. This is what I call a 21st century method. I must thanks to my fellow friends that actually make this group alive unlike other classes’ ones, which already dead like centuries ago. I also do hope that this group could help us strengthen up our strong friendship and never loosen even right after &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; ‘till eternity. I actually planning to create a community blog for us where we can post whatever we want, but I think it will fail badly since majority of us are not interested in blogging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I wonder how would the next generation of 5A will look like? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-6101269641993795642?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/6101269641993795642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=6101269641993795642' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/6101269641993795642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/6101269641993795642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/10/infamous-5a.html' title='InFamous 5A'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMqLNrBLBSI/AAAAAAAAByQ/WFNP14Yzoa0/s72-c/38380_103238269731185_100001350360645_19029_3339792_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-5756989992434078083</id><published>2010-10-27T21:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T00:03:54.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retarded School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMgwLp0SmNI/AAAAAAAAByA/wGeZ3vD_V_8/s1600/IMG_1748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532725118986524882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMgwLp0SmNI/AAAAAAAAByA/wGeZ3vD_V_8/s320/IMG_1748.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, seriously, I’ve no idea how our so called headmistress actually became a mistress to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SMKBBSL&lt;/span&gt;. I’m just curious; did she pass the requirement by seducing the government or something? Honestly, the reason why I wanted to get out from this school as fast as possible was all because of her. I always thought that no other schools could be worse than my old school in &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;, it turns out that I was wrong. Both of these schools somehow look like twins to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She has organized a various types of activity and created lot of rules from all these 3 years since I joined in during &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Form 3&lt;/span&gt;. By this recently, another two activities have released from her pea brain which specialized for the senior students. It’s a completely retarded idea where nobody actually willing to take participates; the activities are simply titled as &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“Subject Marathon”&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Gerak Gempuk”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Subject Marathon&lt;/span&gt; is basically like what we saw on &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Astro&lt;/span&gt; where they air a drama show straight for few episodes whereas normally a single episode is shown, called &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“Movie Marathon”&lt;/span&gt;. Same thing to us students, we only attend one class for the whole day as they claim this could be a good helper for our upcoming &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;. Being as a normal student, of course we made a comment about how boring would this activity be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gerak Gempuk&lt;/span&gt; is an artificial assessment which will be lasted for a week. Though the activity has nothing different compare with actual assessments, but more than 60% of senior students care less about it and given us an opportunity to get holidays. Even for those students who did attend, majority of them just finish halfway or never been submitted the paper to class teacher. As for the result, this pissed many teachers off and scolded us we’re just wasting the sources on the earth. For their information, I think the ones that wasting the sources are actually teachers themselves. I can’t believe they have been working as a teacher for than 10 years or so and none of them could actually guess what we students are thinking. Pity, pity, pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moreover, other schools had already held their fancy graduation day. What the hell are we &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sungai Long&lt;/span&gt; senior students still doing here, like we’ve been stuck in the jungle getting fooled by a bunch of monkeys? How about our class photos that we had paid the fees for almost 300 years ago? It’s very funny when it comes to payment, the headmistress insists us to accomplish the work within a day or two, pretending that she is busy. Later on, it takes a century just to get our stocks from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone seems to be nervous about the arriving of &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;. To me, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I CAN’T WAIT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;FOR IT&lt;/span&gt; because I wanna &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;RELEASE MYSELF&lt;/span&gt; from this&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; DUMB SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7311664986873587134-5756989992434078083?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/5756989992434078083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=5756989992434078083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5756989992434078083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5756989992434078083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/10/retarded-school.html' title='Retarded School'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMgwLp0SmNI/AAAAAAAAByA/wGeZ3vD_V_8/s72-c/IMG_1748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-8786517556010293690</id><published>2010-10-25T02:12:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T02:31:07.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Alpha: All Stars Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMR361AhZQI/AAAAAAAABxw/EfxZHa1b-cM/s1600/4522593126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531678094863197442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMR361AhZQI/AAAAAAAABxw/EfxZHa1b-cM/s400/4522593126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you still remember that &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt; and I formed a team of 2 and participated to a church game called &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;“Youth Alpha” &lt;/span&gt;back to 2009? Well, we both are given a second chance to do it again for a grand prize of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5000 ringgit&lt;/span&gt; since they’ve successfully installed this program up to 7 seasons and more than 100 youths had experienced this game. The 8 installment will be dubbed as &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;“All Stars Season”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (a.k.a The Aftermath)&lt;/span&gt; which means our Mr. Producer, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;George Harrison&lt;/span&gt;, intending to gather 14 teams of 2 from the previous seasons and join this game for once again. Fortunately, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt; and I have been chosen as one of the lucky teams as they categorized us as &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“the most interesting team ever”&lt;/span&gt; judging by our performances in &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Season 2&lt;/span&gt;, though I don’t know whether if it was true or not, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Season 1&lt;/span&gt; was held in late 2008 where 16 contestants were sent to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Melaka&lt;/span&gt; as they had to accomplish some various tasks by solo. According to what I’ve heard during my second interview, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Season 1&lt;/span&gt; was entirely took place in &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Melaka&lt;/span&gt;, also a hometown to my best friend, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt;, lol. In addition, all 16 contestants are above 18-years-old and the game was lasted about a month, longest time used compared to the future 6 seasons. The elimination was attempted by voting against each other, similar to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;“Survivor”&lt;/span&gt; which sounds a little unfair to me. In the end, a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; girl named &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Diane Chong&lt;/span&gt; won the game. What was the prize? I don’t know, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Season 2&lt;/span&gt; dubbed as&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; “The Ride of a Lifetime”&lt;/span&gt; and made a major improvisation compared to the previous one in May of 2009. This time, the contestants were no longer work on solo and won’t get forced to “kill” one another. 6 teams of 2 &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(including Mark and I)&lt;/span&gt; had been chosen as one of the &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Season 2 &lt;/span&gt;contestants while the other 6 teams are actually from &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;. So, it was like &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt; VS &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; teams, lol. We travelled a total of 4 different location &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(or states)&lt;/span&gt; during the 2 weeks program; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Klang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kelantan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;. However, some of us did not manage to visit all these places as they already got eliminated and were sent back to &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt; where the final winning team will be revealed. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fr. Valentine&lt;/span&gt;, who was our host and the only person that gained a full power to determine which team will be going home next judging by our performances in each task that given every day. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt; and I got 5th place &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(eliminated in Penang, day 2)&lt;/span&gt; and obtained ourselves a pair of &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Korean&lt;/span&gt; shoes as our prize for making it to top 6. The &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; team and also the youngest contestants &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(Form 1)&lt;/span&gt; among the 24 of us won the whole game which granted them a total of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3000 ringgit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Season 3&lt;/span&gt; begun 2 months after the second installment with 40 new faces of contestants. It was dubbed as&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; “Talent Race”&lt;/span&gt; and was also the first season ever that opened for every youth to both &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;non-Christians&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Season 3&lt;/span&gt; developed a new style of game where the contestants formed into 10 teams of 4 and entirely focused on &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;“talent”&lt;/span&gt; such as drawing, singing and acting. Since I wasn’t include, so I have no idea who had won that season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During the&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt; of 2009,&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Season 4&lt;/span&gt; followed the same concept as the original game where 10 contestants work on solo fighting to earn the title of &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;“Faithfulness”&lt;/span&gt; to oneself. Yup, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Season 4&lt;/span&gt; was dubbed as&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; “Faith”&lt;/span&gt; as the entire game only focused on “&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Bible Knowledge”&lt;/span&gt;. This Season was a little boring &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(at least for me) &lt;/span&gt;since the contestants spent the whole period in our church, never gone to anywhere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I completely have no idea how did &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Season 5&lt;/span&gt; and onwards look like since I no longer appear in that church after graduated from &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sunday School&lt;/span&gt;. O gosh, can’t wait ‘till after &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :D&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/7311664986873587134-8786517556010293690?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/8786517556010293690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=8786517556010293690' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8786517556010293690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8786517556010293690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/10/youth-alpha-all-stars-season.html' title='Youth Alpha: All Stars Season'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMR361AhZQI/AAAAAAAABxw/EfxZHa1b-cM/s72-c/4522593126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-776503509102227729</id><published>2010-10-23T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T16:35:58.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First 3D Horror Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMKdlj7MWbI/AAAAAAAABxI/vPz1JOngnQ8/s1600/the-childs-eye-2010-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531156560988625330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMKdlj7MWbI/AAAAAAAABxI/vPz1JOngnQ8/s320/the-childs-eye-2010-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of us initially wanted to watch the first &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Asia&lt;/span&gt; horror movie in &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3D&lt;/span&gt; during the day of&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; Lee Cheng’s&lt;/span&gt; Early Birthday Celebration. Sadly, just like what I had expected, there were no seats available since it’s a&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Chinese&lt;/span&gt; horror movie and directed by &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Pang brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(The Eye, The Recycle and The Messenger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;. However, despite the additional details, I think everyone wants to watch this movie just because of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rainie&lt;/span&gt; is in it, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We pushed the plan a day after the birthday daytrip where only down to &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Cheng Yu&lt;/span&gt; and I was still interested to watch it, others were either tired or bankrupt after attempting a race during the trip. So, once I was home, I quickly made an online movie reservation for 2 seats in &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jusco&lt;/span&gt; which will be held at 2:30 in the afternoon. What a coincidence, similar schedule to &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;“The Other Guys”&lt;/span&gt;, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next day, we ended up late and forced to sit in front due to our reserved seats had been taken by other people. My first expression while we went to take the 3D glasses was; this probably would be my first and last time watching &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3D&lt;/span&gt; movie in &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jusco&lt;/span&gt;, because the glasses were filled with fingerprints that we had a difficult time to clean them out. Just right before the movie starts; I already knew there would be some idiots might scream around behind my back, and I was literally right. I’ve no idea what the heck were they screaming at, though, the movie is rated &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;PG13&lt;/span&gt; for God’s sake! Even the little girl in front of us didn’t even stir a bit. Some even worst, several &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt; girls sitting at the side seats were laughing =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basically, the plot for this movie is kind of lame, but it does forward us a moral value; karma, so I’d give it a total 3 stars though the brothers should improve their work in &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3D&lt;/span&gt; effect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-776503509102227729?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/776503509102227729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=776503509102227729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/776503509102227729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/776503509102227729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-3d-horror-experience.html' title='First 3D Horror Experience'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMKdlj7MWbI/AAAAAAAABxI/vPz1JOngnQ8/s72-c/the-childs-eye-2010-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-8195648854261404367</id><published>2010-10-23T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T15:29:14.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lee Cheng's Early Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously, it’s real annoying when it comes to this sort of event. Mainly you’re about to say goodbye to your golden kids in your wallet and probably going to be another tired day of yours. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt; wanted to make the event happens at &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Times Square&lt;/span&gt; as some of us gave him a straight face since we have felt boring to that place. On top of it, the activities that he suggested were *sigh* which somehow made me feel like not attending is the correct decision. Eventua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lly, after a roller coaster like discussion, we agreed to his plan and there were total of 8 of us attended;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; Lee Cheng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cheng Yu&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tiong Hong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yushen&lt;/span&gt; and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;During the big day which was last Saturday; 2 days earlier to his actual birthday. A hapless luck stroked on us as we required proceeding to &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Times Square&lt;/span&gt; by dividing into 2 groups due to an unknown problem occurred at &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Lee Cheng’s&lt;/span&gt; side, consisted of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yushen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cheng Yu&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt;. The remaining three of us carried a mission where we need to present ourselves at &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sungei Wang’s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Green Box&lt;/span&gt; before 10 since they had booked a room for sing K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We ended up late and it was&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Pai Kai’s&lt;/span&gt; fault for rejecting changing the bus at the bridge which might buy us some time, but no worries, the room was still available, lol. Mean while, the others had finally arrived and we immediately split into 2 groups again. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yushen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cheng Yu&lt;/span&gt; an&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;d I decided not to sing and off to window shopping and would reunion again at around 1 afternoon. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yushen&lt;/span&gt; quickly became our “tour guide” since he known these 2 shopping malls more than 3 of us do. We walked back to &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Times Square&lt;/span&gt; and went to bought 8 movie tickets of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“The Other Guys”&lt;/span&gt; which will be held at 2:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531137719911463282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMKMc3cWOXI/AAAAAAAABwo/mwBzQEXoq8Y/s320/the_other_guys_kick_butt_poster.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We wandered around the mall searching for restaurant to have our breakfast. Eventually, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yushen&lt;/span&gt; suggested that we s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hould ascend to the last floor where we could find a food court there. Honestly, I didn’t know anything about food court at &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Times Square&lt;/span&gt;, thinking that he might be mistaken with some other places. It turned out that I was wrong. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; and I ate &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BBQ Chicken Rice&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yushen&lt;/span&gt; ate &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Curry Noodle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; (don’t you think that that was a little spicy for breakfast?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cheng Yu&lt;/span&gt; didn’t eat anything, though, since he had spent his money on the movie tickets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (he helped the other 4 guys paid whom we forgotten to get money from)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later on, we went to &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;LowYat&lt;/span&gt;, a mall which specialized sell computer accessories. It was very confusing as there was hundred of shops opened business while countless people crowded around. We spent like almost an hour for nothing but to follow &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; as if we were his bodyguards… He eventually found the graphic card that he was looking for and I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanted to thank &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; for that. However, he decided not to buy yet, not until after the movie due to laziness of grabbing the item up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, we went back to &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Times Square&lt;/span&gt; again intending to reunion with the other 4 guys at the cinema. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yushen&lt;/span&gt; and I were extremely exhausted after participating on a minor version of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The Amazing R&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ace Asia”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. We both desperately searching for a chair to sit, but most of them had already taken by other people. Then we couldn’t resist anymore and went to sit on the floor instead, lol. It was a good thing that I examined around the mall while resting. I spotted a&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Gothic&lt;/span&gt; Shop called &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;“I-Socks”&lt;/span&gt; which boosted up my excitement mood. We spent a few 10 minutes visit before meeting up with the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531137735090465314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMKMdv_TaiI/AAAAAAAABxA/IRwo1365JO4/s320/lrg-9-i-socks-haunted-house.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, it didn’t take long when all 8 of us separated again as we intending to attempt different activities. I accompanied &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cheng Yu&lt;/span&gt; for lunch along with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; at the food court again. That was the time when we realized that it was totally wasting time and money for coming here since all these activities could have been attempted in Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No longer, it was movie time. The movie focuses way too much of comedian that I couldn’t even get what the main plot was about; it seemed like we were watching &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;“Scary Movie”&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;“Epic Movie”&lt;/span&gt; or something like that. Well, I’m not the only one who said that, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Lee Cheng&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Cheng Yu&lt;/span&gt; a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nd &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; agreed with me too. After that, we returned to &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;LowYat&lt;/span&gt; accompanied &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; to buy his graphic card while I was totally drained out of mood and wanted to go home VERY eagerly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531137723278539218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMKMdD_HudI/AAAAAAAABww/r_FAuFkQi5E/s320/DSC00806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our final activity was having a dinner at&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; “Nando’s”&lt;/span&gt; where I realized that the price wasn’t really that what I had expected, lol. It was incredible expensive. But since I told you before, once in a lifetime, don’t be so stingy, so why not? In the end, it cost us 140 ringgit, still, it was very worth. That’s it, we finally went back home by bus as some of us including me fell asleep during the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531137730087239250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMKMddWcPlI/AAAAAAAABw4/UBHq_LjBB14/s320/DSC00820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;*It‘s quite long and very simple English, well this is not a novel right? So, why bother so much on using such a deep vocabulary when nobody even cares? Lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-8195648854261404367?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/8195648854261404367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=8195648854261404367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8195648854261404367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8195648854261404367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/10/lee-chengs-early-birthday-celebration.html' title='Lee Cheng&apos;s Early Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TMKMc3cWOXI/AAAAAAAABwo/mwBzQEXoq8Y/s72-c/the_other_guys_kick_butt_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-3020516301696296331</id><published>2010-10-03T00:04:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T11:40:22.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TKdcGgDzVCI/AAAAAAAABwA/LEe8aWtVSr0/s1600/the-sims2-black-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523484734748054562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TKdcGgDzVCI/AAAAAAAABwA/LEe8aWtVSr0/s200/the-sims2-black-wallpaper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s a good thing that I bought &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“The Sims 2”&lt;/span&gt; for the pc version even though many people have jumped out to play the newest installment. I used to play the original game when I was younger when it first came out in 2000, but I normally end up boring due to the lack of feature in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the other hand, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“The Sims 2”&lt;/span&gt; is much more fun and real comparing to the previous one. Almost everything in the game has improved for the better where you can create your sim in multiple choices from hair to face, from eyes to mouth and etc. I also like the fact that your sim will eventually die in old age once their time has come, just like in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REAL LIFE&lt;/span&gt;! To avoid game over, you must either adopt a baby or give birth to a new life if you’re married to an opposite sex. By doing this, your family won’t get cut out. Instead, it will continue your family’s generation over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I created a male sim whom I named him as &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Adrian Mars&lt;/span&gt;. It’s very obvious that he was named after me &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(Deric Adrian Loh)&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mars&lt;/span&gt; was taken from a video game character, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ethan Mars&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Heavy Rain"&lt;/span&gt;. I first started off as a middle class single man where my account only got 20.000. But once a rich chick named &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Marisa&lt;/span&gt; came to my house, I already know who should &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Adrian&lt;/span&gt; marry to, lol. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523482582899240034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TKdaJPzELGI/AAAAAAAABvg/4AkNEyDbTcg/s320/snapshot_b9af79a1_99b2362a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; The Mars Family's second house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, they did marry in the end after a hard work of flirting, kissing and dating. Since there were two of them now, I need buy a bigger house in case if another new family member joins in. Luckily, by the amount of my account along with &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Marisa’s&lt;/span&gt;, I’m able to afford a fine 3-storey house for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523483417230348050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TKda5z7GjxI/AAAAAAAABvw/5J9e4UitgQg/s320/snapshot_b9af79a1_d9b0fa13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Adrian's teaching baby Cassidy to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weeks after weeks, the married couple welcomed their first born daughter, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cassidy Mars&lt;/span&gt;, named after the female lead character from a movie called &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"Sorority Row”&lt;/span&gt; . Having a baby is like hell where your sims normally focus on the baby more than themselves, causing them suffering from stressfulness, insomnia and so on. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Marisa&lt;/span&gt; was fired from her job due to her average work and lack of consciousness; Leaving only &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Adrian&lt;/span&gt; to support his family. I had no choice but to hire a nanny, but it seems totally useless because I only saw the nanny wanders around the house in her baba nyonya outfit rather than doing her job.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523483415490653778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TKda5tcU7lI/AAAAAAAABvo/TemX-uGErGk/s320/snapshot_b9af79a1_99b12262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523482571603913010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TKdaIluDKTI/AAAAAAAABvQ/8x6jxv1pdY4/s320/snapshot_b9af79a1_19b13d62.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;This is how Marisa looks like when she gets pregnant and ready to give birth, lol. Take notice on the second picture and try to imagine that she's singing Wen's limited edition of "Poker Face" XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523482577178437714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TKdaI6fHqFI/AAAAAAAABvY/6F7ygAeHroE/s320/snapshot_b9af79a1_99b20d88.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Cassidy's looking after baby Sebastian (moral value of the day: Kasih Sayang) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A week later, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cassidy&lt;/span&gt; has grown up to kid status which makes thing much easier. However, they welcomed their second daughter in no time, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cheryl Mars&lt;/span&gt;, named after the female lead character from &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Silent Hill 3”&lt;/span&gt;. Hell has reopened again. Fortunately, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cassidy&lt;/span&gt; has become a teenager where she could help her parents look after her sister. The bad thing is, the game has increased its difficulty since I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;need to look after a total of 4 sims.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523484346472153378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TKdbv5nnQSI/AAAAAAAABv4/r_oUAnUz4ek/s400/snapshot_b9af79a1_19b2a915.jpg" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The third and probably the youngest member of the house joined in right after &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/span&gt; has grown up to kid. This time is a boy whom I named him as &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sebastian Mars&lt;/span&gt;, named after a minor movie character from &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;“Marley &amp;amp; Me”&lt;/span&gt;. Since my family has upgraded to a total of 5 members, I decided to build and design my own mansion. It’s still currently under construction, though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523482566542870018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TKdaIS3ZxgI/AAAAAAAABvA/k47CguI6jeY/s320/Screenshot.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The upcoming Mars Mansion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-3020516301696296331?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/3020516301696296331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=3020516301696296331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3020516301696296331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3020516301696296331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/10/second-life.html' title='Second Life'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TKdcGgDzVCI/AAAAAAAABwA/LEe8aWtVSr0/s72-c/the-sims2-black-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-3130521110157393257</id><published>2010-10-02T22:14:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:40:15.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Group Study</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SPM Trial Examination&lt;/span&gt; is still in progressing, some male friends of mine and i decided to hold a series of group study at different location 'till the end of the examination. Originally, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pai Kai's&lt;/span&gt; sister volunteered herself to be our homecoming tuition teacher and taking place at &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lee Cheng's&lt;/span&gt; house. However, due to her lack of confidence, she decided to drop out before we could attend her class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The activity started to run during the 2 weeks holidays of &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt; which consisted of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Tiong Hong&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pai Kai's&lt;/span&gt; house. What about the others? Well, most us don't even know about this activity 'till they rediscussed it again on school days. Somehow, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lee Cheng&lt;/span&gt; and I did receive &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pai Kai's&lt;/span&gt; invitation. But we declined it due to an offensive reason that we unable to reveal it to him, lol. Eventually, the rest of us who never been attended to this activity nodded in agreement when they changed the location to &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mc Donald&lt;/span&gt; which just a few feet away from &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pai Kai's&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Day 1/ Monday/ 3 days before the trial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Location: Tun Hussein On Mc Donald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ranking: Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each and everyone of us approached to the meeting point in separated ways during the late evening since our house are far away from one another. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; is the only one who lives nearby my area. So, he could share the same car with me while my father is our driver. Once there, both of us noticed no one from our group at both interior and exterior of the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mc Donald&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; suggested that we should walk to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pai Kai's &lt;/span&gt;house and wait for the others. I saw his house once when we went for jogging together, but never entered before. His house looks quite big on the outside, whereas, on the inside it's the opposite size from what i had thought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As me and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lee Cheng&lt;/span&gt; expected, the floor was like never been swept for over 10 years. One word to describe his house, filthy. Anyway, we were told by his father that &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt; was taking a shower on the second floor. So we waited outside at the staircase as &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; insisted to unlock &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pai Kai's&lt;/span&gt; bedroom door. Suddenly, his younger brother came out from the room which made me burst into laughter, lol. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pai Kai's&lt;/span&gt; bedroom was extremely empty where its only placed with three simple mattress. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No longer, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pai Kai's&lt;/span&gt; came out from his bathroom and ready to return to the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Fast Food Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. At the same time, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tiong Hong &lt;/span&gt;had arrived too by driving himself there. We got pawned by the remaining three guys; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lee Cheng&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt; where they played a prank on us about they are not coming. I felt suspicious though, because &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lee Cheng&lt;/span&gt; did tell me that they were coming to us when i was waiting for &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt; in his house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523794100159506114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TKh1d8Bn5sI/AAAAAAAABwI/kYY2rW7WaHA/s320/100_0416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523794721273230130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TKh2CF2rMzI/AAAAAAAABwQ/_qB-ORmbpMA/s320/100_0418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone gathered around by combining the tables into 2 inside the meeting room at &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mc Donald&lt;/span&gt;. Some of us went to buy some food before we officially started to study while some of us used my laptop to watch the newest horror movie called &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"The Intruder"&lt;/span&gt;. Although we usually get distracted like chatting to one another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; or day dreaming, i still managed to absorb some new knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Day 2/ Wednesday/ 1 day before the Trial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Location: Tun Hussein On Mc Donald/ Carrefour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ranking: Average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523794724644648802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TKh2CSae92I/AAAAAAAABwY/sTcU4E1VDYk/s320/100_0434.JPG" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tiong Hong&lt;/span&gt; was absent on this day for an unknown reason, maybe nobody told him about it? Whatever, the next day would be our first day of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Trial examination&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;BM&lt;/span&gt; was the first in the list. Basically, there's nothing much for us to study for &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;BM&lt;/span&gt; except the literature and stuff like that. We occasionally ended up discussing about the latest &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt; drama called &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Can't Buy Me Love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (公主嫁到)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then once we learned that we could use my laptop to go online, everyone went to play &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523795265653194002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TKh2hx0-PRI/AAAAAAAABwg/PYwqGOlT0Js/s320/100_0440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Does anyone agree with me that Jun Meng should change his facebook profile picture with this one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow later, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt; told me about the hamsters in &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Carrefour&lt;/span&gt; which just nearby from where we were, we both decided to walk there along with &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt;. The shopping mall wasnt really that big, we were window shopping until we finally arrived to the pet shop that &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt; was talking about. We then later visit the video game store where we learned that the &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; console has decreased the price. Before we went back to the others, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; bought a several of cupcakes which cost around 2 dollars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone of us is ready to go home once we received some tips for the &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;BM&lt;/span&gt; papers. However, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; didnt have any transportation to get them home. So my brother fetched them at once.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Day 3/ Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Location: My house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ranking: BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yup, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;BM&lt;/span&gt; papers were over and it was the time for my favourite subject, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. Sadly, majority of our group couldnt present to this current activity due to their tuition class. Leaving only me, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tiong Hong&lt;/span&gt; who came to my house during that night. Instead of studying like they said they required my help for the literature section, we were playing &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; =.=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i was about to have my dinner, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt; joined me as well because he told me that he hasnt eaten anything since this afternoon. I dont know why most of my friends who came to my house, sure will encounter these cases, lol. Anyway, since my brother needed his room back, we move to my own room where we played poker cards until they decided to call it a day right after we had received tips for &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 4/ Tuesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Location: My house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ranking: WORST!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On this day, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt; papers had finished. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Moral&lt;/span&gt; was next, though. They chose my house again as &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; insisted due to the air-cond room makes him feel high, lol. Prior to the official group study, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; came to my house in the afternoon to play &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; and watch movie. I thought he's not coming during that night, but he told me &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"I came here early because i need to play enough first before they came." &lt;/span&gt;=.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He went back home during the evening for lunch and shower. Then returned back here again at 7. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tiong Hong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt; had arrived too. Holding a big red plastic bag which contained some economic foods for the guys who havent eaten their dinner due to tuition class. Once i placed the food on the dining table and proceeded to the room, all of them were playing video game as i expected =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eventually, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lee Cheng&lt;/span&gt; had came. We made our way to the kitchen and started to feast while &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tiong Hong&lt;/span&gt; declined it. Since i had taken my dinner, so i only ate a little. Back to the room, they continued playing game while &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tiong Hong&lt;/span&gt; and i were watching &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; as we were waiting to play &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Halo 2"&lt;/span&gt;. At the same time, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tiong Hong&lt;/span&gt; succeeded to install &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"The Sims 2"&lt;/span&gt; for me, lol, thanks to him man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the 4 boys had done their football game. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern &lt;/span&gt;and I quickly rushed to the console and played&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; "Halo 2"&lt;/span&gt; along with &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tiong Hong&lt;/span&gt; in multiplayer mode. In addition, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt; was playing &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Left 4 Dead 2"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; while the others were memorising the moral values for AWHILE and listening to songs at the same time. When we switched the game to coop mode, most of them flee to play cards =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was the time when we finally received the tips for &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Moral&lt;/span&gt; paper.... It just seems that our so called group study is transforming to a party....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-3130521110157393257?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/3130521110157393257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=3130521110157393257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3130521110157393257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3130521110157393257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/10/group-study.html' title='Group Study'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TKh1d8Bn5sI/AAAAAAAABwI/kYY2rW7WaHA/s72-c/100_0416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-4722255160766428402</id><published>2010-09-09T13:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:21:59.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another 2 weeks of holidays came to say hello again! Since I’m going back to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Pulau Penang&lt;/span&gt; on this &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; night, I decided to organize a movie day with some several friends in my class. Sadly, majority of them couldn’t make it or already watched the movie that I’ve planned. In the end, only 5 of us went to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mid Valley&lt;/span&gt; and watched two movies in a row for the first time ever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516352912902247586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TI4Fv1U61KI/AAAAAAAABuQ/WVj78W8AqA4/s320/Piranha-3D-poster.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I booked the earliest tickets for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Piranha&lt;/span&gt;, 11:30 in the morning, which forced us to wake up early as well since we required collecting our tickets 45 minutes before the movie starts. Similar to our previous day trip; where we chose &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Utar University&lt;/span&gt; as our meeting point to reduce confusion or trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516354286047517522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TI4G_wsQ21I/AAAAAAAABu4/m3iRmL-xEq0/s320/08-09-10_1658.jpg" /&gt;We officially set off to&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; KTM train station&lt;/span&gt; at 8.30 in the morning by bus. Once there, the whole station was sort of empty and silent due to the time was still early. That was my second time on taking a train to a shopping mall, so it was quite fun and excited to me. It didn’t take long when the train was finally arrived. However, we made an embarrassing mistake that we boys shouldn’t do. We entered the wrong cart that specialized for the ladies only, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516353826526894626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TI4GlA2AmiI/AAAAAAAABuo/vRc3-MQyiHo/s320/41135_436503929094_607089094_4904018_4190557_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the mall, we realized that most of the shops haven’t opened business yet, which reminded us one of the levels on “&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Left 4 Dead 2&lt;/span&gt;”, that was the time when we started to discuss the game again like we usually do in class. We proceeded to &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mc Donald&lt;/span&gt; at ground floor to take our breakfast since &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Cheng Yu&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; and I haven’t eaten anything. The other two, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lee Cheng&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt; already had their breakfast while waiting for us at the bus station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516353823469262418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TI4Gk1dA1lI/AAAAAAAABug/z85zFujpqNE/s320/58338_436506119094_607089094_4904096_3914229_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later on, we went to collect our tickets. We were concerned about that we might unable to enter the theater since the movie was rated 18, so we kept asking each other any plan B in case if we really couldn’t get in. But the worries were immediately vanished when we saw an arcade store nearby somewhere around the cinema, lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Around an hour later, we returned to the cinema as it was the time to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Piranha&lt;/span&gt;. Amazingly, the ticket collector didn’t analyze our age at all. He simply examined our tickets and there we went inside the theater with no trouble. Sadly, the movie disappointed me a little as the characters are so dumb and the ending leaves you with a big question mark. If you haven’t watched this movie, I recommend you just buy the &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; or download it from the net. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the movie, we had completely forgotten about &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lee Cheng’s&lt;/span&gt; camera as &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; leaved it on his side chair. We rushed back to the theater again but the camera was no longer there. Fortunately, an employee told us to get it back from the office. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516352903916442610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TI4FvT2iU_I/AAAAAAAABuI/177UTEJqFt4/s320/cats_and_dogs_the_revenge_of_kitty_galore_ver2_xlg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516354278148494194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TI4G_TQ_U3I/AAAAAAAABuw/a_6RQx6cZ3w/s320/08-09-10_1358.jpg" /&gt;We decided to watch another movie in &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;3D&lt;/span&gt; since the time was still incredible early. We planned to watch&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Step Up 3&lt;/span&gt;, but there was no seat available, forced us to watch&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; Cats and Dogs 2&lt;/span&gt; instead. We went to &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mc Donald&lt;/span&gt; again because &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lee Cheng &lt;/span&gt;wanted to have his lunch. The other 4 of us just accompany him and chit-chatting till the movie begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516353816952966834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TI4GkdLaDrI/AAAAAAAABuY/xsIAelfa7d8/s320/57962_436505329094_607089094_4904066_20169_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The movie was good, but boring at the same time. The plot was like a joke more than interesting to me. I felt regret on spending on it, lol. Since there was nothing for us to do anymore, we decided to call it a day. It took us like about 2 hours to get home =.= But it was a great day indeed.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-4722255160766428402?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/4722255160766428402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=4722255160766428402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4722255160766428402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4722255160766428402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/09/movies-time.html' title='Movies Time!'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TI4Fv1U61KI/AAAAAAAABuQ/WVj78W8AqA4/s72-c/Piranha-3D-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-705036272956657181</id><published>2010-08-23T01:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T01:22:38.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realism Is Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/THOXrPOWo3I/AAAAAAAABt4/mZTRTCkRyzU/s1600/standard_L4D2_The_Passing_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508913538281153394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/THOXrPOWo3I/AAAAAAAABt4/mZTRTCkRyzU/s320/standard_L4D2_The_Passing_Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Few days ago, i had downloaded a full version of&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Left 4 Dead 2&lt;/span&gt; which includes the latest patch, the newest campaign &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"The Passing"&lt;/span&gt;, new weapons and free online gameplay from&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; YouTube&lt;/span&gt;. It took me about two days to finish all those tasks, but it was definitely a worth attempt since im no longer being an emo in the game along with three&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; AI&lt;/span&gt; players.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This afternoon I had tried the realism mode in &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"The Passing"&lt;/span&gt; which designed for the players to experience a more challenging game without actually increased the difficulty. At the beginning, i was solo until another three random players joined me, named; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Rex&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Omega&lt;/span&gt; something like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had a good cooperative until the second chapter, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"The Underground"&lt;/span&gt;, where each and everyone of us ascended into heaven one by one. First was &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;, we accidentally left him behind without any notices, he was caught by smoker and eventually got killed before we came to rescue him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, the remaining three of us continue our journey as &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt; acted as our spy to warn us if there's a special infected around the area or when someone is in trouble. Once we were about to enter the sewer, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rex&lt;/span&gt; accidentally startled the witch who killed him with one slap, leaving only &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Omega&lt;/span&gt; and I. We had to thanks to him for opening the road for us as the witch was blocking the way, and it was very narrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were just 10% away before we get to the safe house. Unfortunately, the alarm killed the both of us as the horde kept respawn that we unable to move an inch. I was incapacitated by spitter goo while he was caught by smoker. Obviously, we lost, lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In realism mode, your best friends are &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;magnum pistol&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; melee weapons&lt;/span&gt;. These weapons could kill a single zombie with one good shot. After a numerous times of gameplay with different people around world-wide, my favourite weapons somehow had changed. For &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ranged weapon&lt;/span&gt;, i initially fond of&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; machine gun&lt;/span&gt;, but now i prefer &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;shotgun&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Uzi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;AK 45&lt;/span&gt;. As for melee, i prefer&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; baseball bat&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; katana&lt;/span&gt;, last time was &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;frying pan&lt;/span&gt;, lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7311664986873587134-705036272956657181?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/705036272956657181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=705036272956657181' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/705036272956657181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/705036272956657181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/08/realism.html' title='Realism Is Death'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/THOXrPOWo3I/AAAAAAAABt4/mZTRTCkRyzU/s72-c/standard_L4D2_The_Passing_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-3827435866346635765</id><published>2010-08-07T01:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T14:06:21.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt; decided to fast forward his birthday celebration due to the up coming exam is hit on the day of his actual birthday. There were 9 of us are invited; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chee Keong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Lee Cheng&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Yih Su&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jing Guan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tiong Hong&lt;/span&gt; and myself; Yea, all of us are the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; boys from class&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; 5A&lt;/span&gt;, lol. However, nobody disrespected the invitation (although one of us almost did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502351344945577442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TFxHZUDfveI/AAAAAAAABtA/OLzqp5lgrqQ/s320/40169_1378712072051_1359377846_30940142_1340081_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The Black Clan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502351348458750738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TFxHZhJGgxI/AAAAAAAABtI/5-bzJihWh1I/s320/40169_1378712152053_1359377846_30940144_4748202_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The White Clan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;First thing first, there were 6 of us came an hour earlier to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mahkota&lt;/span&gt; intended to play &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Left 4 Dead 2&lt;/span&gt; in versus mode. I was placed in the same team with&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Chee Keong&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt;. It turned out that &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; was the weakling among us; no offenses, he and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt; were a newbie to this game. Well, I wasn’t excluded as well, that was the first time I played as infected character, not kind of use to the controls, though. That’s why we spared the opposite team which only consisted of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; Lee Cheng&lt;/span&gt; kept winning. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After about an hour of gaming, we decided to stop and went outside where we encountered the remaining boys, excluding &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Yih Su&lt;/span&gt;, who was the late comer due to his tuition class. We started our steamboat dinner at 7+. At the beginning, I started to get bored because we had to wait for the soups to boil each time we put the ingredients into the pot, but was then getting crazier as we were shouting and messing around the table. You could say that we were the only 10 people (actually 9, one of us became an emo) that created the wrangled in the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502352520995393554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TFxIdxLn0BI/AAAAAAAABtQ/YeFp49uJhUk/s320/38903_1378710712017_1359377846_30940135_8296366_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502351334999881378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TFxHYvAQdqI/AAAAAAAABso/sfHLXI7-EPk/s320/38903_1378710792019_1359377846_30940137_5500784_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502352527728277826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TFxIeKQ3eUI/AAAAAAAABtY/SvKqRsone2w/s320/40169_1378712112052_1359377846_30940143_5798129_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502351337298840018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TFxHY3kXydI/AAAAAAAABsw/cW2x27eiVvA/s320/40169_1378712352058_1359377846_30940149_1008151_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502352534442617970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TFxIejRsLHI/AAAAAAAABto/1gwuOyw-6Sk/s320/40455_1378712992074_1359377846_30940154_4173985_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later on, 6 of us proceeded to the nearby &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Jusco&lt;/span&gt; by foot while the other 4 by car as &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tiong Hong&lt;/span&gt; had obtained himself a driving license. We chose to walk because we believe that walking is much healthier since we just had our dinner. It took us about 10 minutes to arrive there as the 4 guys had already started enjoying the arcade games on the second floor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502352530636425938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TFxIeVGOStI/AAAAAAAABtg/_CCPDp-kAa8/s320/40455_1378713192079_1359377846_30940159_8324636_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; and I first played the don’t-know-what-it-names game where we must keep shooting the gigantic and endanger species in the jungle. Too bad, we only made it to the second level, the same fate as me and my brother played last time. We then played an army game along with &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; (the game is up to 4 players). Ended up quite tiring and a little boring, I hated the game because it doesn’t provide the aiming logo, I completely had no idea how many enemies did I kill? For the last and final time, I replayed the first game with&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt;, same fate as well, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We agreed to play online game in&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; CC&lt;/span&gt; since there were 10 of us. Eventually, I returned to my first visited &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;CC&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; Game Concept&lt;/span&gt;, where I first played&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Left 4 Dead 2&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cheng Yu&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jun Yao&lt;/span&gt;. However, only &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jing Guan&lt;/span&gt; rejected to play, simply said that online game is not his style. Owing to the amount of us were 9, we couldn’t play &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Left 4 Dead 2&lt;/span&gt; since it only up to 8 players. So, we decided to play &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Counter Strike&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502352543151203490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TFxIfDt-pKI/AAAAAAAABtw/XIqaox_nyok/s320/40440_1378713352083_1359377846_30940162_1771441_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I first started off as the second weakest player among them, next to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt;. But later during the progress, I sometimes ended up the last one standing against the other 8. Due to boredom, we decided to play &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Call of Duty&lt;/span&gt;. Sadly, there was an error occurred to the game, forcing us to play&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Left 4 Dead 2&lt;/span&gt; instead. Since &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chee Keong&lt;/span&gt; wanted to play &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Devil May Cry&lt;/span&gt; and down to 8 of us, yea, we could play the game with even number on both teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was so hapless that I ended up the same team with all the three newbie; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt; (he was quite good, though), &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Yih Su&lt;/span&gt;, leaving only &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt;, another newbie in the opposite team. My team was the first one who played as survivors, but we were perished at not even considered halfway through the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we switched side, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt; and I kept attacking the weakling from our enemies- &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt;. It took us very long before they finally perished as well, damn, they almost made it, lol. Again, we switched side for the last time before we called it a day, we ascended to heaven even more faster than our previous attempted =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One last message, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Happy Early Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-3827435866346635765?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/3827435866346635765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=3827435866346635765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3827435866346635765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3827435866346635765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/08/early-celebration.html' title='Early Celebration'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TFxHZUDfveI/AAAAAAAABtA/OLzqp5lgrqQ/s72-c/40169_1378712072051_1359377846_30940142_1340081_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-1736932503878044021</id><published>2010-08-04T23:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:25:32.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends for Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of you might know that one of my dumbest friends from &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; added me on &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; even though we both knew we couldn’t get along well ever since we were &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Form 2&lt;/span&gt;, of course I didn’t accept his request. Yet, I did go through his profile which made me feel sick and pathetic for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I searched his friends list where I found several of my other friends who were once my classmates back to&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; form 1&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. I added them as I thought they won’t remember me anymore, I was wrong, I am still highly stored in their hearts with truth friendship and respective behavior. One of them quite surprised me though; he could monitor me on how much had I changed all these years even though I hang out with him the least. Unlike &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“someone”&lt;/span&gt;, I stuck with him for more than 360 days and still, he has no idea what I fond of. Simply claimed that nobody would know what I’m thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh really? For his information, why most of my friends like &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt; even the girls; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Gold Fish&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cindy &lt;/span&gt;able to guess what I’m thinking? And they could assure that what I really like. Not to mention, the weirdo in my school, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;, also know what are my interest and hobby. This directly proves that he is not a good friend to be hanging out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever, I’m so glad that their memories still included me inside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-1736932503878044021?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/1736932503878044021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=1736932503878044021' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/1736932503878044021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/1736932503878044021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/08/friends-for-life.html' title='Friends for Life'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-8375423358708268024</id><published>2010-07-16T19:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:36:00.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you know, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt; is considered as one of my most important year in my life. However, I still unable to concentrate on my story and continue enjoying my life as if nothing happen at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did try my best to put on my ears and eyes during the class, yet, I immediately get bored in a second or two due to the subjects have nothing to do with my future. On the other hand, I’m not interested with them either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe you’ll say, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“Try to love the subjects la.”&lt;/span&gt; Well, then let me ask you, would you willing to attempt something that you don’t like? For example, if you dislike video game, why don’t you force yourself to play? If you’re afraid of height, why don’t you force yourself to ride on the roller coaster or play bungee jump?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, it is just the same thing to me. I only pay my credits to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, which is the ONLY subject that can bright out my future. Besides, getting straight &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A’s&lt;/span&gt; in SPM doesn’t really mean your future would be as bright as a dazzling sunlight. People nowadays never cared about your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“A”&lt;/span&gt;; they only care about &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“experience”&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;“talent”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my teachers like &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;En. Ismail&lt;/span&gt; constantly annoy me in every single of his class. He believes that &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;account&lt;/span&gt; is my only option for my future career. I’m not trying to be mean, but he is so dumb for thinking that way. More over, I don’t think he’s a good teacher anyway, because the more he teaches me, the more I hate the subject instead of loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why there’s neither a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;literature&lt;/span&gt; nor &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;creative writing&lt;/span&gt; class in my school, perhaps they couldn’t be found in &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;. The weird thing is, when we were told to fill in the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; form, there are more than 40 subjects for us to choose, including the two that I wanted. I feel like total hopeless and helpless for continuing my education in this country…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-8375423358708268024?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/8375423358708268024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=8375423358708268024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8375423358708268024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8375423358708268024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/07/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-4284588827183353102</id><published>2010-07-11T01:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:14:36.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends Forever ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four and a half+ of high school life just passed by and said goodbye to me in no time. Now i only left another half year&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(if SPM days are accounted) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to spend with my friends in school, especially for those who are my classmates. Oh God, how i wish the time would fly slower a little. Simultaneously, i also wish the time would boost like a rocket and end my high school life as soon as possible, so i dont have to meet those teachers or being forced to obey their stupid rules again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can tell that almost everyone of us are attempting to share and create happiness to one another. However, plenty of us like the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt; boys never learned the word of &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"friendship"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"appreciate"&lt;/span&gt;. Those jerks keep upsetting us in every single time, especially at the poor sensitive girl friend of mine, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;. I always hope that one day, either me or someone else able to head shot them =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, i just wanna express my thanks to all of my friends like &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Gold Fish&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; Cheng Yu&lt;/span&gt; etc who actually willing to spend their times with me. Not just that, each and everyone of you do had a very interesting and colourful characteristics which brighten up my life as well&lt;/em&gt; ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; you guys and let's just hope our friendship wont be broken that easily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492695347466776914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDn5USUysVI/AAAAAAAABr4/28OuFYzgFws/s200/best-friends-friends-forever-myspace-glitter-graphic-3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-4284588827183353102?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/4284588827183353102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=4284588827183353102' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4284588827183353102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4284588827183353102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-friends-forever.html' title='Best Friends Forever ;)'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDn5USUysVI/AAAAAAAABr4/28OuFYzgFws/s72-c/best-friends-friends-forever-myspace-glitter-graphic-3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-4510976213464159491</id><published>2010-07-04T00:05:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:59:37.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Royale Revision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So far, i've finished the prologue and chapter one for my very own version of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Battle Royale&lt;/span&gt;". Few days ago, i let my &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; teacher, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pn. Habibah&lt;/span&gt; to read the prologue of the story, i also requested her to ensure my grammar before i proceed to the first chapter. It turned out that my grammar is average XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of the mistakes were not really my fault, though. It was the auto correct system which changed by itself . Look like we couldnt depend on the computer too much. Anyway, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Battle Royale&lt;/span&gt;" is my very first story that i share it to the public; most of them are my friends who were actually one of the characters in the story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some people were wondering that why i changed everything from &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt;, isnt that weird? To be honest, if i remain the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; style, i probably still havent finished either the prologue or chapter one. Because during my last attempted, i was so confused on the 42 characters that i created, i had no idea how to come out with a background story for all of them. However, using a real people as the characters in my story, make things much more easier and faster since im telling their truth story that actually did happen on them in real life. Of course, i've my own idea to make a connection between the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; and my version.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The Characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you know, there are total of 42 competitors during the "game", but i'll mainly concentrate on the 6 main characters; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Joachim&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Christina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Lee Cheng&lt;/span&gt; and me. I'll introduce the 42 kids one by one throughout the story, so you wont get confused on all of them. There are 41 non-fictional characters in this story. However, i invented 4 fictional characters; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hiromi Yasuko&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Haruna Yasuko&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Kiyoshi Yasuko&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jeremy Teh Bon Hui&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Assigned Weapons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once i let my friends to check out their weapon that they will acquire during the game. Some of them were satisfied with it, while some of them were disappointed as they didnt get anything and some of them were complaining about it. Let me tell you, the weapons that i assigned for the characters&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; (or my friends)&lt;/span&gt; were not a casual planning. There's a reason for it. Not like i dislike this guy, so i give him a stupid stuff that doesnt even consider as a weapon. No, all those weapons have something to do with the plot and it might change in certain times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Real Life Events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of the things that i mention in the story are based on truth story as it did happen on me and other characters in real life. Including attitude, activity, relationship, ability, nickname, phobia etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This story is about killing one another off, of course major of the 42 students will be perished. To those people who i used as the characters in my story, the death might offence you. But by the end of the day, this is just a fiction novel, so dont take it seriously &gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The Prologue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The opening of the story. Well, i'll briefly introduce several of characters in this part &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;(most of them are the female students)&lt;/span&gt;. It also mention about the "game" in &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt; where the students are forced to kill one another until only one remains. If you had gone through either the movie or manga, you would have known who were the two students that escaped from the game in &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;. The story is set a day after the event of the original movie or manga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Real life events that can be found in this part are;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~the painting and decorating stair cases program for the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;class 3A&lt;/span&gt; students&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~A trip to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cameron Highlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~when&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Yih Su&lt;/span&gt;, the class president, requested his classmates to stand up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Chapter 1: Kidnap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took this opportunity to introduce more characters in this chapter. Including &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"The Six Club"&lt;/span&gt; which involved &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lee Cheng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jia Hong&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Tiong Hong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Chee Keong&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Shuhazlin&lt;/span&gt;, the class photographers. Lastly, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/span&gt;, one of the main characters. I've also expanded&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; Hiromi's&lt;/span&gt; character where you'll learn about her past. Before i forgot, this chapter is entirely take place on a bus where the students and teacher are on their way to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cameron Highlands&lt;/span&gt;. So, this chapter is quite boring~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Real life events that can be found in this chapter are;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~the lively atmosphere on the bus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"The Six Club"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;(although some of the members have been replaced)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Kenneth's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;interest, gardening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern's&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Shuhazlin's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;photographic talent/interest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~my interest, reading novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-4510976213464159491?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/4510976213464159491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=4510976213464159491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4510976213464159491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4510976213464159491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/07/battle-royale-chapters-revision.html' title='Battle Royale Revision'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-4467682176962242425</id><published>2010-06-24T18:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:41:36.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re- Battle Royale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TCM17GBQZ4I/AAAAAAAABpI/UXINrRfJ2N4/s1600/BR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486288060411832194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TCM17GBQZ4I/AAAAAAAABpI/UXINrRfJ2N4/s200/BR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Due to an encouragement from my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; teacher,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Pn. Habibah&lt;/span&gt;. I would like to take back my failed project which i never started to write before; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Battle Royale&lt;/span&gt;. Unlike the previous one, this time i've twisted the whole plot from &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The characters name were actually taken from my friends in real life, most of them are my classmates. Since i need 42 students for the "game", i'll add 11 more additional characters as my class only have 31 students. The story takes place in &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;, of course there would be a multiple races in the "game".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;During the last planning, there was only one main antagonist. Now, in order to make the "game" more stimulated and dramatic, i've added up to 3 main antagonists for this latest one. Again, every student has their own story to tell. So, it probably will take weeks to plan their background story, and i've finished 4 of them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The reason of why i used my friends to portray the characters in my story is, it's more easier for me to imagine "what will happen if they encounter one another". Besides, i also can imagine their reaction when they are forced to kill their own friends to survive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (although someone like Jun Meng is quite more challenging to me =.='')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basically, the death for the characters are similar to my previous plan, just a little changes. Plus, this is not like the movie/manga/novel versions where always more than one student survives from the game due to their luckiness or something like that. My version is a real game where only 1 student left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-4467682176962242425?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/4467682176962242425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=4467682176962242425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4467682176962242425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4467682176962242425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/06/re-battle-royale.html' title='Re- Battle Royale'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TCM17GBQZ4I/AAAAAAAABpI/UXINrRfJ2N4/s72-c/BR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-3954189912568460811</id><published>2010-06-19T17:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T23:41:32.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consoles War</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you know,&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Xbox 360&lt;/span&gt; is going up to a whole new level where you play game without using any controllers. I read many stupid comments which obviously posted by the &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;PS3&lt;/span&gt; fan boys on all over the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; videos that regarded to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im sorry, but they are just trying to make themselves a fool. I mean, that technology hasnt even officially released yet and they keep giving negative comments on it. I couldnt assure whether they're just jealous because &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;PS3&lt;/span&gt; doesnt own this or maybe it is really suck. By the end of the day, all of us dont have the qualification to judge it since we never tried before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some even worst, they brought up &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;PC&lt;/span&gt; to this war. I was like&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"WTF?"&lt;/span&gt; Console games can easily defeat &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;PC&lt;/span&gt; in multiple ways. And some of them even proclaimed that this technology is completely a rip off from &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nintendo Wii&lt;/span&gt;. I've to say that those people are just stupid, they dont know nothing and still insisted to bark like a dog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That technology was in development before the other &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; consoles even came out! It took them 20 years to create this technology. Oh gosh, these people need some serious help. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And dont get me wrong, i've to admit that &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;PS3&lt;/span&gt; is quite good too. If it wasnt because the game discs are way too expensive, i probably want to buy that too &lt;/em&gt;;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no way for you to get a cetak rompak game disc for the &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;PS3&lt;/span&gt; console, because the console only supports with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; Blue Ray&lt;/span&gt; disc, which is why they cost so highly expensive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-3954189912568460811?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/3954189912568460811/comments/default' title='Post 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A very great game to keep fit without going outdoor ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-5414328417079901528?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/5414328417079901528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=5414328417079901528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5414328417079901528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5414328417079901528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/06/kinect-sports-e3-2010-trailer.html' title='Kinect- Sports'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-8255128856246320840</id><published>2010-06-18T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T13:13:18.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinect- Joy Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/NK5qoTFRFmU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NK5qoTFRFmU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NK5qoTFRFmU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im not into racing games, but still looks very fun to play XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're wondering why are they raising their hands up and down and push their hands from back to forward. It's because these following actions will make your avatar in the game spin around and strike a pose while the car is flying across the road as you can see in the video. Pushing forward your hands will give a quick boost for your car. It isnt just that, you can also do many possible actions to spin your avatar like turn your whole body in 360 degrees&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;(i saw a girl did that while they were promoting this new technology game)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-8255128856246320840?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/8255128856246320840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=8255128856246320840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8255128856246320840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8255128856246320840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/06/kinect-for-xbox-360-kinecttm-joy-ride.html' title='Kinect- Joy Ride'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-1342018943665731138</id><published>2010-06-18T13:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T13:57:13.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinectimals</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/Zs2x3jFTb2E/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zs2x3jFTb2E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zs2x3jFTb2E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ermm... This game is aim for children, so...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-1342018943665731138?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/1342018943665731138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=1342018943665731138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/1342018943665731138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/1342018943665731138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/06/kinectimals.html' title='Kinectimals'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-9092750011631935965</id><published>2010-06-18T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T18:43:06.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinect- Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/iK_UlfO42sc/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iK_UlfO42sc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iK_UlfO42sc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These games look quite fun to play with friends :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The photos have the ability to share it on &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FaceBook&lt;/span&gt; if you registered to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Xbox Live&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alternative, if you want the song name, it is called &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Daylight" &lt;/span&gt;performed by &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-9092750011631935965?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/9092750011631935965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=9092750011631935965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/9092750011631935965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/9092750011631935965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/06/kinect-adventures.html' title='Kinect- Adventures'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-1175016601314927841</id><published>2010-06-18T00:34:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T15:05:10.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future of Gaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TBr9DCYK_UI/AAAAAAAABpA/J1Z9CJJxffw/s1600/XboxWallpaper_1280x1024_0008__com_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483973724896689474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TBr9DCYK_UI/AAAAAAAABpA/J1Z9CJJxffw/s320/XboxWallpaper_1280x1024_0008__com_11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;black and sexy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont know you guys heard about this great news or not but... the newest design for &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Xbox 360&lt;/span&gt; will be released in no time. They had minimize the size into more lighter and quieter than the previous model, which is good. Everybody knows how heavy does an&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Xbox&lt;/span&gt; console is, from the original 'till &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;360&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so glad that i didnt buy it too soon, lol. The price is currently same as the original &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Xbox 360&lt;/span&gt;, but it still hasnt officially released yet. How about the old ones that still on sell? Well, they're planning to discontinue it right after the remaining stocks have sold out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; (that's why they lower the price down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Now i just hope that the price will be permanent instead of currently.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After having a discussion with my brothers, we decided to push the whole plan back to next year. One, because during that time, i probably have found a job which makes more easier to earn money. Two, the new &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Xbox 360&lt;/span&gt; is included with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Project Natal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (they renamed to "Kinect")&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;which will be launched on this &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;November 4&lt;/span&gt;. So, if we buy it now, then the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Project Natal"&lt;/span&gt; have to buy it separately. Not worth at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im pretty sure&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; Nintendo Wii&lt;/span&gt; is going down soon... &lt;/em&gt;;)&lt;/strong&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/7311664986873587134-1175016601314927841?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/1175016601314927841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=1175016601314927841' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/1175016601314927841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/1175016601314927841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/06/future-of-games.html' title='Future of Gaming'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TBr9DCYK_UI/AAAAAAAABpA/J1Z9CJJxffw/s72-c/XboxWallpaper_1280x1024_0008__com_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-5592730782736053669</id><published>2010-06-10T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:56:12.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Game Actors</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/LAhYvso8PfU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LAhYvso8PfU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LAhYvso8PfU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally someone posted this video on &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;! I always wanted to see the characters' live actor. I realized that the actors in&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Forbidden Siren 2&lt;/span&gt; are more hotter, sexier or handsome than the original game&lt;/em&gt; =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-5592730782736053669?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/5592730782736053669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=5592730782736053669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5592730782736053669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5592730782736053669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/06/live-actors.html' title='Video Game Actors'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-4090159782964087648</id><published>2010-06-09T20:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T12:55:53.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cry, Suddenly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480599702292346498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TA8AZEs_NoI/AAAAAAAABoo/VqoVE34Eaaw/s320/ap_20100306100717466.jpg" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Video games were meant to be fun, cheering you up and make you go "Yahoo!" whenever you complete a mission, right? Well, I found a totally completely different game which exclusive only for the&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; PS3&lt;/span&gt; console, called&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; "Heavy Rain"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480599711387455634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TA8AZmlbkJI/AAAAAAAABow/RJ6Byv6PTxo/s320/499.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did i know about this game since it only released for the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PS3&lt;/span&gt;? Well, this game was born from my most favourite game company, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Quantic Dream&lt;/span&gt;, so i would know that by automatically, lol. Their previous project, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Fahrenheit"&lt;/span&gt;, was a great game too, which we play in "drama" style. Too bad, the plot was a joke to me. The starting of the game was very realistic, then i dont know why it suddenly shifted to some kind of matrix game&lt;/em&gt; =.=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480599509324579586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TA8AN114wwI/AAAAAAAABog/EopvzvTdyLo/s320/HR_EMA_FACIAL_EXPRESSION.jpg" /&gt;As for&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; "Heavy Rain"&lt;/span&gt;, i read the plot before i watch the WHOLE walktrough on &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;. I thought it's just another action game which you armed with a weapon and kick some asses, but i was wrong. This game is more than just a game, i actually did cry at the game for more than 3 times... Especially at &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ethan Mars&lt;/span&gt;, one of the 4 playable lead characters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ethan Mars&lt;/span&gt; was a very successful architect and a married man with two sons. At the very beginning of the game, it was more like a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Happy Family"&lt;/span&gt; which kinda reminds me of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"The Sim"&lt;/span&gt;. But after what happened in the second chapter, i quickly felt down for him; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;, his elder son, was hit by a car and died. Worst thing is, the day he passes away was his birthday! Birthday turns to Funeral day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two years later, we learn that he gets divorced and live separately from his wife, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;, and quit his job as an architect. His other son, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Shaun&lt;/span&gt;, currently lives with him in a new but old house. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Shaun&lt;/span&gt; used to be very close with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ethan&lt;/span&gt;, now he turns to more melancholy and is like "I hate you daddy!". There was a scene that took place inside a study room, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ethan&lt;/span&gt; plays a video that he filmed with his family before the incident happened. This reminds him back to when he used to be very happy with his kids. Eventually, he cries, and so am i.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The plot shifted to more dramatic and emotional when &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Shaun&lt;/span&gt; gets kidnapped by a serial killer called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Origami Killer"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ethan&lt;/span&gt; has to go through a total of 5 trials in order to save his son&lt;/strong&gt; (the trials remind me of &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Saw"&lt;/span&gt; , though)&lt;strong&gt;, which forced him to against the traffic law, kill a man, cut his finger, drink a bottle of poison and crawl through a small tunnel which lies with full of sharp glasses. By the end of the day, player could choose to do it or not to it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ethan&lt;/span&gt; is the ideal dad that every son wants. I never thought a game could make me cry multiple times, not even a movie able to do that. So, this game is definitely going to hit #1, very powerful and emotional. Surprisingly, there are 17 endings available for this game. Same as&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Silent Hill: Shattered Memories&lt;/span&gt;, the game will change and affect your ending judging by the player's performance during the game.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ethan Mars&lt;/span&gt; is my first favourite male character for video game &lt;/em&gt;;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-4090159782964087648?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/4090159782964087648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=4090159782964087648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4090159782964087648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4090159782964087648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cry-suddenly.html' title='I Cry, Suddenly...'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TA8AZEs_NoI/AAAAAAAABoo/VqoVE34Eaaw/s72-c/ap_20100306100717466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-2173891622537199662</id><published>2010-06-09T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T20:24:12.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy Rain trailer #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/VbS_xPP4h5Y/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VbS_xPP4h5Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VbS_xPP4h5Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-2173891622537199662?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/2173891622537199662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=2173891622537199662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/2173891622537199662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/2173891622537199662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/06/heavy-rain-trailer-1.html' title='Heavy Rain trailer #1'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-9027561806790093440</id><published>2010-06-09T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T12:56:51.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy Rain trailer #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/d9ENbdyUlwA/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9ENbdyUlwA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9ENbdyUlwA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I personally in love with these two fan made trailers. There are far more better than the actual ones, i must say. The songs, however, are very emotional and fit with the game so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-9027561806790093440?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/9027561806790093440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=9027561806790093440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/9027561806790093440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/9027561806790093440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/06/heavy-rain-trailer-2.html' title='Heavy Rain trailer #2'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-8425272280384023620</id><published>2010-06-08T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:28:48.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears In The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/wZhagw7MAxw/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wZhagw7MAxw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wZhagw7MAxw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the most saddest ending i've ever seen on video game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-8425272280384023620?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/8425272280384023620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=8425272280384023620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8425272280384023620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8425272280384023620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/06/heavy-rain-epilogue-tears-in-rain.html' title='Tears In The Rain'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-3052971389843391824</id><published>2010-06-01T16:49:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T12:13:56.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Teenage LifeStyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After more than one week of discussion about our daytrip to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Times Square&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sungei Wang&lt;/span&gt;, i can tell that some of us are not willing to take participate to this activity. In other hand, they were just showing their reputation to us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I disliked their attitude for being a follower type, they frequently have to follow other people's feeling to decide whether they want to participate or not, like if he goes, then they'll go, if not, they'll decline it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's very annoying and giving us trouble to plan a proper schedule for the trip due to their answers that can be changed in every 5 minutes. This daytrip was meant to be enjoyed together, but instead, we're splitting the gang into 2 groups as some of us intending to attempt a different activity than the others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's one more thing that i still dont understand about them, how come they never wanted to watch &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Shrek IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; (except for the girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? I mean, do they really have a wonderful childhood life? Because of this, half of us are not planning to watch movie, they would just hanging around the mall 'till the movie ended.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im sorry, but by making this decision just make yourself a fool. Come on guys, my cousins in&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; Kelantan&lt;/span&gt; are dead dying to watch this cartoon in&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; 3D&lt;/span&gt; and they cant barely had a chance to do it. You guys are different but you still claim that the cartoon was only for kids... I wonder how are they going to survive when they have kids of their own?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's short, try to experience everything even the cost is quite expensive, i could ensure that more than half of us never watched a &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;3D&lt;/span&gt; movie before. If you never wanted to try, how could you know how exciting does a&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; 3D&lt;/span&gt; movie is? This is why i rather spend my 100 ringgit which originally save for my &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Xbox 360&lt;/span&gt; on the indoor theme park in &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Times Square&lt;/span&gt;. I just wanna know how does it feels when i ride a roller coaster as i never rode before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Besides that, some of them are just wasting their time if they join the karaoke team. I mean, that kind of activity can be attempted in &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Jusco&lt;/span&gt; which is quite near from where we're staying. Why cant they try something that cant be easy to do it daily?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-3052971389843391824?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/3052971389843391824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=3052971389843391824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3052971389843391824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3052971389843391824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/06/teenage-lifestyle-review.html' title='Re-Teenage LifeStyle'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-7020542519011040759</id><published>2010-06-01T13:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:19:30.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jade Empire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TASw1KFqrVI/AAAAAAAABn4/aqGjjt1CKN8/s1600/21589-bigthumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477697474077044050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TASw1KFqrVI/AAAAAAAABn4/aqGjjt1CKN8/s320/21589-bigthumbnail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; It took me 3 months to finished this game, but it wasnt because the game is long, it's due to my laziness to complete it, lol. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jade Empire is the father of &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mass Effect&lt;/span&gt; since both of them were born from the same company, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Bioware&lt;/span&gt;. According to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern's&lt;/span&gt; description on&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Mass Effect&lt;/span&gt;, yes, both of the games do have similarity in their own ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Same as other popular &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;RPG&lt;/span&gt; games like &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fable&lt;/span&gt;, your action during the game will affect your ending and amount of side quests. In &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Jade Empire&lt;/span&gt;, being as a good hero, you normally have to sacrifice some great items such as weapon, money or fighting style that can only be acquired if you try to be mean at a character.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For some reasons, when i play it for the second time as a female heroine, i decided to be mean, evil and cold-blooded to each characters that i've met, including my followers, of course. It turns out that it was quite funny, especially the dialogues that the game let me choose. For example;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;There was a side quest which related to triangle love. A man who named&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Bei&lt;/span&gt; is engaged with a woman named &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Chai Lin&lt;/span&gt;. However, another woman, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ai Lin&lt;/span&gt;, who is a leader of gangsters is in love with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bei&lt;/span&gt;. After learning that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bei&lt;/span&gt; is engaged with &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Chai Lin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ai Lin&lt;/span&gt; confronted with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bei&lt;/span&gt; to force him marries her. So, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bei &lt;/span&gt;asked me to help him solve the trouble without attempting a bad deed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I brought both of the engaged couple to meet&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Ai Lin&lt;/span&gt; in her hideout. As an evil heroine, i suggested the girls should fight with one another, the winner gets &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bei&lt;/span&gt;. The girls agreed but &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bei&lt;/span&gt; was not. In the end,&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Ai Lin&lt;/span&gt; killed&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Chai Lin&lt;/span&gt; on purpose, which leaded &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bei&lt;/span&gt; to hated her, then &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ai Lin&lt;/span&gt; defended herself and accidentally killed &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bei&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ai Lin&lt;/span&gt; pushed everything back to me. Eventually, we all ended up killing each other XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If i did it in angelic way, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ai Lin&lt;/span&gt; would ask me to find another good man for her, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It wasnt really that good if i keep being as an evil character, because some of my followers will turn on me and i've to kill them. However, some of them might also get killed by random accidents if i didnt protect them that well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only one of my follower died during my first played, get stabbed in the heart by a stronger enemy. Still, he died in the name of loyalty. He was trying to protect me to pay a debt of gratitude for trusting him all the way long from beginning 'till end. I wonder what will happen if i distrust him? Wait and see...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was only one thing that is different from &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mass Effect&lt;/span&gt;, you cant have sex, but you could gain a romance relationship with other characters, depending on how polite and generous you are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Jade Empire&lt;/span&gt; is a great game to play, no wonder why they said&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; Bioware&lt;/span&gt; is a good game company. Too bad for those&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; PlayStation&lt;/span&gt; owners, though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-7020542519011040759?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/7020542519011040759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=7020542519011040759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/7020542519011040759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/7020542519011040759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/06/jade-empire.html' title='Jade Empire'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TASw1KFqrVI/AAAAAAAABn4/aqGjjt1CKN8/s72-c/21589-bigthumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-7178864083702953060</id><published>2010-05-24T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:47:11.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage LifeStyle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow! Looks like after the mid-term exam, everyone of us has their own plan to relax and release their stress that gained from the 3 weeks examination.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475217982330313458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_vhvvihGvI/AAAAAAAABnw/6HxRMYkjvug/s320/shrek_forever_after.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was actually planning to organize a minor class trip which open for all the 5A students to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Time Square&lt;/span&gt; to watch a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3D&lt;/span&gt; movie,&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Shrek IV&lt;/span&gt;, but i got a feeling that some of my gang will definitely disagree, so i only invited maybe 10 people to join in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475217826037570706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_vhmpTbHJI/AAAAAAAABng/8CaDzFBoJec/s400/2471298362_2cce88c1bc.jpg" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the first time, half of us including me intending to try the indoor theme park that takes place in &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Times Square&lt;/span&gt;, mainly because of the roller coaster. However, some of us like&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt; having a phobia of height might have a little problem on it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just realised that there was a twist between my life in &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Selangor&lt;/span&gt;. In &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;, i was very active in school since i participated amount of activities like &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Choral Speaking&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Choir&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Essay Competition&lt;/span&gt; and so on, but i was dead on the outside of the school. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therefore, the life in &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Selangor&lt;/span&gt; was totally opposite from it, lol. Yet, im still very glad that i came back here&lt;/em&gt; ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-7178864083702953060?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/7178864083702953060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=7178864083702953060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/7178864083702953060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/7178864083702953060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/05/teenage-lifestyle.html' title='Teenage LifeStyle!'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_vhvvihGvI/AAAAAAAABnw/6HxRMYkjvug/s72-c/shrek_forever_after.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-7989114310306384681</id><published>2010-05-23T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:32:19.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Family &amp; New Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_gEf4AVXcI/AAAAAAAABnQ/X0jxoHAG0Yo/s1600/100_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474130292725079490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_gEf4AVXcI/AAAAAAAABnQ/X0jxoHAG0Yo/s400/100_0128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Im no longer addressed &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt; as my best friend, now he turns to be my official &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;God brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (干弟弟)&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; in the name of &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, which means now his family is connected to mine. This isnt a random close relationship with one another, it has proof on my certificate&lt;/strong&gt; (below). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Stephanie Ng&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mark's&lt;/span&gt; mother's name, i should address her as my &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Godmother&lt;/span&gt; instead of aunt starting from now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_gDhWU-tJI/AAAAAAAABnI/gZgYwLvo-EI/s1600/100_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474129218532979858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_gDhWU-tJI/AAAAAAAABnI/gZgYwLvo-EI/s400/100_0142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since i've been&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; Confirmed&lt;/span&gt;, now my official name is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;DERIC ADRIAN LOH SHEN YONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;. This certificate is very important for every &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt;. Without it, dont ever think about getting married.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7311664986873587134-7989114310306384681?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/7989114310306384681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=7989114310306384681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/7989114310306384681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/7989114310306384681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-family-new-name.html' title='New Family &amp; New Name'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_gEf4AVXcI/AAAAAAAABnQ/X0jxoHAG0Yo/s72-c/100_0128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-776207279778050485</id><published>2010-05-20T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:53:00.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twister Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473375997682818770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_VWeIAIntI/AAAAAAAABmo/8dVy8eLBedI/s400/287774060_79049b5763.jpg" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was searching for this board game for like almost 2 years. Now i've finally found it when i was shopping at &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jusco&lt;/span&gt; which located at &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Makhota Cheras&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_VWe8LouDI/AAAAAAAABm4/9QDOQiNwes8/s1600/twister-game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473376011689703474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_VWe8LouDI/AAAAAAAABm4/9QDOQiNwes8/s400/twister-game.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This game is extremely fun to play with either friends or family, as long as they are not a perv &lt;/em&gt;XD &lt;em&gt;The game is all about your pysical skill which tested you how long can you hold on your energy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_VWeiJ7zCI/AAAAAAAABmw/-jqDSNlLwGQ/s1600/3797118570_bd2b4d4d57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473376004703243298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_VWeiJ7zCI/AAAAAAAABmw/-jqDSNlLwGQ/s400/3797118570_bd2b4d4d57.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The rule is simple; First, each player takes turn to spin the twister spinner, the arrow will simply point out their next move which printed with four labeled sections into four colours. Example; if the arrow points to Right Foot, Red, the player must places his right foot on whichever red dot on the large mat. The players, however, are not allowed to rest their elbow or knee on the mat. Otherwise, they're eliminated from the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Since the game required the players to move in different spots each time the game processes, it will causes you to put yourself in a very funny and unlikely positions, which eventually will make you fall down and you're out of the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isnt it FUN? :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-776207279778050485?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/776207279778050485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=776207279778050485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/776207279778050485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/776207279778050485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/05/twister-game.html' title='Twister Game'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_VWeIAIntI/AAAAAAAABmo/8dVy8eLBedI/s72-c/287774060_79049b5763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-2360819135190501137</id><published>2010-05-18T14:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:58:27.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just screwed up &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Briggita's&lt;/span&gt; relationship with her boyfriend... sorry... WAIT! Why should i apologize to them?? It was her boyfriend's fault for being a parsimonious partner! This is how the incident happened, spill it up if you think it was really my fault.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I was playing "social interview" on facebook yesterday noon, one of the questions asked me how does Briggita looks like when she was a child. So i answered "I couldnt imagine it, sorry". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Later at night, she replied me, "Super sexy and cute lah"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; (i know, she was just joking with perasan behaviour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Then i replied, "How could you be super sexy when you still dont have breast during that time? XD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next day, she told me her boyfriend is planning to break up with her... =.= I wanted to laugh and whack her boyfriend at the same time. i mean, he needs to learn to be an open-minded guy. Besides, isnt that normal? How could you be sexy without breast? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;OMG! PLZ HELP THIS POOR GUY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-2360819135190501137?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/2360819135190501137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=2360819135190501137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/2360819135190501137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/2360819135190501137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/05/judge.html' title='Judge'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-4612112947871764248</id><published>2010-05-17T18:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:33:46.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Game! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_EfX7xe10I/AAAAAAAABmg/BI0-G5S3skg/s1600/24000_1386387269175_1516845415_30956520_671710_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472189518274549570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_EfX7xe10I/AAAAAAAABmg/BI0-G5S3skg/s320/24000_1386387269175_1516845415_30956520_671710_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know the following photos are very disgusting to you, but to be honest, the game itself was quite fun to play XD. It required our teamwork and trusting each other in order to complete this game. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472189509658398674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_EfXbrOz9I/AAAAAAAABmY/Aipd-Z6rDOc/s320/24000_1386387189173_1516845415_30956519_7199261_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472189504754635090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_EfXJaFUVI/AAAAAAAABmQ/dWQj_zINBBc/s320/24000_1386387149172_1516845415_30956518_5747146_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472189495308098290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_EfWmN2mvI/AAAAAAAABmI/_DDVW8UyoCk/s320/24000_1386383029069_1516845415_30956461_6330768_n.jpg" /&gt;The game works like this;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Form into a team with at least two persons. Then, one person must grab a banana without using their hands, while the other person must use their mouth to peel the banana without touching it with their hands. The more bananas you have done peeling off, the chances for you to win will become more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472189493407919554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_EfWfI0LcI/AAAAAAAABmA/vE79fceqDjU/s320/24000_1386382949067_1516845415_30956460_7215678_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you can see, i played this game during my very first camp in &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Klang&lt;/span&gt;. It was very funny and disgusting at the same time. Even if the banana accidentally dropped down to the lawn, we also dont care much and went to bite it out. You can actually spot me in the last photo, trying to pick up the banana that me and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mark &lt;/span&gt;dropped it &lt;/em&gt;XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-4612112947871764248?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/4612112947871764248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=4612112947871764248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4612112947871764248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4612112947871764248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/05/banana-game-xd.html' title='Banana Game! XD'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_EfX7xe10I/AAAAAAAABmg/BI0-G5S3skg/s72-c/24000_1386387269175_1516845415_30956520_671710_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-6697589642262069125</id><published>2010-05-16T22:32:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T15:19:02.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long, Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 years of friends, 14 years of classmates, 14 years of solidarity. It's about the time for me and my &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sunday School&lt;/span&gt; classmates to be parted to our own journey in the future. The &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Confirmation Ceremony&lt;/span&gt; will be held on this Saturday night, where each of us has to dress up like attending to a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Holy Matrimony Ceremony &lt;/span&gt;(marriage); girls must dress up everything in white no matter they are wearing dress, blouse or skirt. The boys must wear white long sleeves shirt, black trousers, dark colour shoes and a red tie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sadly, i might not have the chance to meet all of my fellow childhood friends in church, especially &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;, my best brother. Because after the ceremony, im no longer attend to my own actual church anymore as the distance is too far away from my house. Instead, im attending to the&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Holy Family&lt;/span&gt; church which located at Kajang, and it also happen to be &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Lydia's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (my school's classmate)&lt;strong&gt; church.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Performing a&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Confirmation Ceremony&lt;/span&gt; supposed to be an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXTREMELY &lt;/span&gt;good news to me&lt;/strong&gt; (since i always wanted to end this &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sunday School&lt;/span&gt; more faster)&lt;strong&gt;, but i dont know why i just feel so... empty... I bet my tears will roll down from my eyes during the day on itself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now im still waiting for my cousin sister's reply whether she able to borrow me her camera or not. If unable, im screw =.= I had successfully persuaded &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Joachim&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Briggita&lt;/span&gt; to attend my class' ceremony, mainly just because i want to take pictures with them, for the first and last time. I already missed a dozen of unforgettable events with them during my third camp, and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I AM NOT GOING TO MISS THIS ONE&lt;/span&gt;. i really do hope that i can know more about them in real life, but i guess our next communication will be on &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, which is just a completely different matter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i must say;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;THNX FOR SHARING ME THE MEANING OF TRUE BEST FRIENDS! PALS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;not many people could maintain their friendship this long like we do! And we only meet each other in once a week, which is Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-6697589642262069125?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/6697589642262069125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=6697589642262069125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/6697589642262069125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/6697589642262069125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-long-farewell.html' title='So Long, Farewell'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-2272666421984874952</id><published>2010-05-14T11:49:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T15:08:13.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmation Class of 2009-2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't believe i make it this far! My last class of&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Sunday School&lt;/span&gt; will be held on this Sunday before our&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Confirmation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (a.k.a graduation to me) &lt;strong&gt;which will be attempted on next Saturday. Let's see how i performed from the first day of my &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Form 4&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sunday School&lt;/span&gt; 'till present.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our very first and main program was a hell to me, which is assessment. I got to admit that i never really did get at least an average result for all 8 assessments, except for one or two i guess. During the&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;, we had a special project which we sold flowers to all the mothers in our Parish. At the same time, the purpose of the project was also raising fund for our first camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471021068176350162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S-z4rL9UW9I/AAAAAAAABlY/XsR9jR0oVkM/s320/DSCN3594.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471021061462723746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S-z4qy8qjKI/AAAAAAAABlQ/MxJNyNPi6fU/s320/DSCN3696.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471021077135796354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S-z4rtVaqII/AAAAAAAABlg/-JnZCCPNqVc/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt; Speaking of camp, i'll skip it since you already knew how much i hated it. Our second project was attempted on &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Father's Day&lt;/span&gt;, we held a &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Special Breakfast"&lt;/span&gt; for all the fathers which we worked as a waiter or waitress. That project was considered as the best because we experienced our self in the life of "workaholic", lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472187826220330018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S_Ed1cYUbCI/AAAAAAAABl4/3Qvwouxwj_M/s400/24970_1392770988764_1516845415_30972389_2542707_n.jpg" /&gt;Our second camp was attempted next, where we get introduced by a great and funny presenter, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Martin Jalleh&lt;/span&gt;. After that, it was the time for us to choose our second name, it took me a week to decide a name as we only given one chance, i chose &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Adrian&lt;/span&gt;, which makes my name to &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Deric Adrian Loh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before we conclude the first season, our final program was interview with the &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Parish Pastor (part 1)&lt;/span&gt;. Similar with interview with the boss while you're looking for a job, it will determine whether you have the potential to graduate from &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sunday School&lt;/span&gt; or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The second season began in the same week as the school days reopened. Me, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt; usually lend our hands to the &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Bazaar Sale"&lt;/span&gt; store in every week to earn our community service hours; a program which we must work for charity for at least more than 30 hours, if we fail to achieve more than 30 hours, we fail the graduation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We attempted a&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Breakfast Sale&lt;/span&gt; program to raise fund for our third and last camp, the program was surprisingly successful as we sold everything out with the amount of more than RM1000! Due to our successful work, we decided to make a sequel to&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Breakfast Sale&lt;/span&gt;. Not long, our second interview came along before a week of our camp. I guess all of us passed the interview since &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;teacher Sandra&lt;/span&gt; didnt say a word like "bad news".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471021597642184066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S-z5KAXz1YI/AAAAAAAABlo/CzQTw0gJz6Y/s400/31108_387872497793_707962793_4216881_7367107_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;During my final camp, i get to know many new friends from &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Kuantan &lt;/span&gt;because the camp was combined into one with two different&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Churches' &lt;/span&gt;candidates and states. But out of 10+ of the&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Kuantan&lt;/span&gt; kids, i only closed with 4 or 5 people like &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sonia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Chantelle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Rainier&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Desiree&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Caryn&lt;/span&gt; (who officially becomes my on-off-girlfriend), the others were randomly friends. Besides &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kuantan&lt;/span&gt;, i also hang out with some new friends who is from my &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Joachim&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Briggita &lt;/span&gt;(who becomes my fake mother on&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; Facebook&lt;/span&gt; XD)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471021048889406722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S-z4qEG89QI/AAAAAAAABlA/ZUoQqlkst4w/s320/25501_362797208142_621433142_3705956_6455300_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Joachim) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i dont know why but im kind of like his name, sounds very unique XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this Sunday we're going to have our one and only rehearsal for our &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Confirmation Ceremony&lt;/span&gt;. We also planning to perform a surprise performance during the day on itself which nobody knows about it, excluding me and my classmates of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-2272666421984874952?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/2272666421984874952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=2272666421984874952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/2272666421984874952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/2272666421984874952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/05/season-finale.html' title='Confirmation Class of 2009-2010'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S-z4rL9UW9I/AAAAAAAABlY/XsR9jR0oVkM/s72-c/DSCN3594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-5306617228311042523</id><published>2010-05-06T17:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T14:15:15.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live As A Butterfly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many people were desperate to know who is my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"other half"&lt;/span&gt; after i changed my relationship status on&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Well, that's her;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S-KK_KcnJJI/AAAAAAAABk4/LcBbYcP5QN0/s1600/24323_1412068382306_1250427188_31141199_4331437_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468085715321955474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S-KK_KcnJJI/AAAAAAAABk4/LcBbYcP5QN0/s320/24323_1412068382306_1250427188_31141199_4331437_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her name is &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Caryn&lt;/span&gt; while her second name is&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Anne&lt;/span&gt;, so we used to call her &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Anne Caryn&lt;/span&gt;. I met her during my third camp, who was also one of my group members. I never called this relationship as Dating, but Dating-on-off &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-5306617228311042523?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/5306617228311042523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=5306617228311042523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5306617228311042523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5306617228311042523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/05/live-as-butterfly.html' title='Live As A Butterfly!'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S-KK_KcnJJI/AAAAAAAABk4/LcBbYcP5QN0/s72-c/24323_1412068382306_1250427188_31141199_4331437_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-4148671711839015426</id><published>2010-05-03T10:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:51:51.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just came back from my third and last &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Confirmation camp&lt;/span&gt; yesterday noon. I was so surprised that the program is actually getting more better and better each time i participated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Confirmation Camp: Youth Alpha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My first camp was held in &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Klang&lt;/span&gt;, which is quite near from my church. This camp made me wanted pack my luggage and go back home as soon as i can due to the service was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;! If you check back my previous post which mentions about this camp, you would know why it was sucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Confirmation Camp II: LSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 or 5 months later, the program had returned and it was took place in&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; PJ&lt;/span&gt;. This camp was 2 times better than the previous one. For the first time, all of us were divided into 2-6 people to sleep in one room. However, the arrangement was not prepare by us, but our teachers. Our main presentor, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Martin Jalleh&lt;/span&gt;, apparently made me "LOL!!" all the time while having our session. Im so glad that he's a very open-minded guy who doesnt mind to say the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"F"&lt;/span&gt; word in front of us while talking about the sex stuff, lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Confirmation Camp III: Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Half year has passed, we had our final camp on last &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; till' &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Kundang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Rawang&lt;/span&gt;. I was like &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"OH SHIT"&lt;/span&gt; after received this misery news from the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt;, but now i took it back and changed to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"WOW"&lt;/span&gt; as my final comment about this camp. The venue was very &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;! It provided pool, tennis court, basketball court, ping pong tables, badminton court, gym, sauna and so on, it was like a hotel rather than ordinary training centre! The rooms made my eyes open wide and my jaw just dropped down to the floor. You couldnt imagine how was the room is really that huge! Finally, the meals that they prepared for us, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;YUMMY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-4148671711839015426?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/4148671711839015426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=4148671711839015426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4148671711839015426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4148671711839015426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/05/final-camp.html' title='Final Camp'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-7735069747182150264</id><published>2010-04-26T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:42:14.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left 1 Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S9b3RYJXEwI/AAAAAAAABkg/Pfwlx5WdpR4/s1600/Left_4_Dead_2_Cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464827075772224258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S9b3RYJXEwI/AAAAAAAABkg/Pfwlx5WdpR4/s400/Left_4_Dead_2_Cast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Few days ago, i installed&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Left 4 Dead 2&lt;/span&gt; to my brother's brand new PC by using &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern's&lt;/span&gt; disc. I thought the &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;PC &lt;/span&gt;unable to support the game because im not sure about the graphic card on it, but it works pretty fine though, just a little laggy sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, since the disc wasnt an original one, so i unable to play multiplayer mode which was quite boring and unmeaningful. The AI players always make me wanna kill them due to their stupid behaviour during the game. I felt like i was the only one who is trying to survive the deadly apocalypse while the other 3 just blind following me around the level.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speaking of the levels, usually the final chapter on every scenarios always occur an error which makes the game difficulty to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BEGINNER&lt;/span&gt;. Like the last chapter of &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dark Carnival&lt;/span&gt;; the game needs us to keep defend ourselves from the large group of zombies while the rescue is coming for us. In my game, instead of defending ourselves for about 5 minutes or so, the rescue immediately arrived once i put out the fire lights as the spot on the stage =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I usually play as either &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rochelle&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ellis&lt;/span&gt;, who somehow become my favourite characters even though there's nothing special on them. Favourite weapon? Judging by the amount of the gameplay, i equip melee weapon more than firearm like katana, frying pan and guitar, but frying pan is in my toplist, because this weapon keeps reminding me of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Forbidden Siren&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7311664986873587134-7735069747182150264?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/7735069747182150264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=7735069747182150264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/7735069747182150264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/7735069747182150264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/04/left-1-dead.html' title='Left 1 Dead'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S9b3RYJXEwI/AAAAAAAABkg/Pfwlx5WdpR4/s72-c/Left_4_Dead_2_Cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-5589655436777906147</id><published>2010-04-22T22:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:31:09.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Few weeks before the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Science Agriculture&lt;/span&gt; trip was held, all the&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Six Club&lt;/span&gt; members made a promise to apply the trip as this is the last year for us to spend together. In the end, half of us broke the promise...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was all started by&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Kah Chin&lt;/span&gt;, but we understood the environment of his family, so we forgive him. Then, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tiong Hong&lt;/span&gt; suddenly turned down and simply gave an excuse to us; he had arranged a few activities to full fill the weekend with his so called childhood friend. Later,&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; Lee Cheng&lt;/span&gt; also ended up like the other two, but at least he did try to apply.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After what we had gone through during the trip, i kind of agreed that they didnt apply it, because if they did, i dont know who are they going to hang out with. The girls? I think they rather throw themselves down from the mountain. The nerds? A little too impossible. So, i must say, they're lucky for not going...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-5589655436777906147?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/5589655436777906147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=5589655436777906147' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5589655436777906147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5589655436777906147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/04/broken-promise.html' title='Broken Promise'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-8677544217494500895</id><published>2010-03-24T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:41:29.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifth Day Of Holidays - Final Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; was the final reunion for me and my cousins and also the final day which i had fun for these holidays. Again, i went to my grandmother's house at the same time where i saw&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; was chatting with her friend on msn with&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; Esther&lt;/span&gt; as i passed by the office room, i dont know why she suddenly addicted to the Internet, she used to complain much whenever someone is using the PC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ascended to the second floor right after i handed out some stuff to my grandmother in the kitchen, as i expected,&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Gavin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt; were playing&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Xbox&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halo 2&lt;/span&gt;. I joined them later in the game with &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt;, making us up to four players, the other kids including&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; also sat aside and watching us playing for entertainment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452159809719080242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6n2dcz3lTI/AAAAAAAABjQ/ijNK8Paaf2U/s320/DSC02362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452159834172603410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6n2e36CvBI/AAAAAAAABjg/9Wiu0kjzK9A/s320/DSC02368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452159820449005698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6n2eEyFQII/AAAAAAAABjY/zcjYCVR3UNU/s320/DSC02366.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Due to this game wasnt suitable for much kids in the room, we changed it to&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kung Fu Chaos&lt;/span&gt; after a match on &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halo 2&lt;/span&gt;. We let the girls compete each other as the result was so freaking funny! Most of the challenges were quite boring since they were not very good in activating their special power, so they only know the basic move. But i got to admit, that was the first time i saw &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Valerie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Vereena&lt;/span&gt; addicted to this game, lol! By the end of the day, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; won the championship award as i expected.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We played &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Crash Nitro Kart&lt;/span&gt; with the same old rule, girls fight! This game wasnt really that funny for letting them play since the only true players were &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(although sometimes she did end up last)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; , the other two look like they were competing each other who will fall or run off the map or maybe wrong turn more than racing kart, lol! Well, we couldnt blame them for the stupidly since they were still young.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452160532994236194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6n3HjOGnyI/AAAAAAAABkA/rFVIp6sPJtk/s320/DSC02384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the boring race, we played &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ObsCure 2&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone was like watching a horror movie while either me or &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gavin&lt;/span&gt; were playing the game, bustling discuss with each other who will die next. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt; really annoy me on this game, keep asking me some several silly questions which only the designer/director/writer of the game knew the answer; why the monster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(Kenny's transformation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; looks much more bigger each time we encountered him? Why he commited suicide?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(Correy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why her stomach exploded?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; (Amy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Why this why that...? URGH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452159852868553074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6n2f9jgSXI/AAAAAAAABjw/L0C4w1CFdtM/s320/DSC02378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452160566114546786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6n3JemmdGI/AAAAAAAABkY/7FqTCtnPfcI/s320/DSC02400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We finished the game in less than four hours, resulting the game was really short. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; they all went back home in the mean time, we took a group photo before they set off, why we acted like we'll never had a chance to meet each other again? Anyway, i was too tired and decided to sleep on the sofa on the second floor while the remaining three people were play &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bike Racing&lt;/span&gt; game, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PS2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6n3IxZZ89I/AAAAAAAABkQ/EtyXm1jQYRc/s1600/DSC02389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452160553979605970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6n3IxZZ89I/AAAAAAAABkQ/EtyXm1jQYRc/s320/DSC02389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452160545684870978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6n3ISfyV0I/AAAAAAAABkI/-w5p1H33Cuc/s320/DSC02387.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452159837016712370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6n2fCgIZLI/AAAAAAAABjo/9xTnZnzvHOA/s320/DSC02373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452160528018074658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6n3HQrsbCI/AAAAAAAABj4/r2h11KFXw6Y/s320/DSC02382.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the time i woke up, they were playing &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Crash Nitro Kart&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PS2&lt;/span&gt; version due to the laziness to change the console up and down. I had my dinner with them before heading home, everyone looks like dying of tiredness and a little upset though...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-8677544217494500895?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/8677544217494500895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=8677544217494500895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8677544217494500895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8677544217494500895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/03/fifth-day-of-holidays-final-reunion.html' title='Fifth Day Of Holidays - Final Reunion'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6n2dcz3lTI/AAAAAAAABjQ/ijNK8Paaf2U/s72-c/DSC02362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-5823571652205297971</id><published>2010-03-22T17:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T13:35:56.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Whitney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Whitney&lt;/span&gt; passed away peacefully today for some unknown reasons... At first, i dont have any emotion for that sad news since it wasnt the first time anyway, but when i was about to bury her outside the lawn, my tears roll down my face...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It felt very bad when you're burying someone that you loved or someone who accompanied you for years... It's kinda of weird that both of my hamsters died in the same month... I'll never forget the moments that we had... &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Just Rest In Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :C&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451498357402800130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6ec326ekAI/AAAAAAAABjI/EsAt9VS-7aE/s320/18557_1075889593828_1723888226_148367_7362957_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Always love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-5823571652205297971?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/5823571652205297971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=5823571652205297971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5823571652205297971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5823571652205297971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/03/rip-whitney.html' title='R.I.P Whitney'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6ec326ekAI/AAAAAAAABjI/EsAt9VS-7aE/s72-c/18557_1075889593828_1723888226_148367_7362957_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-3370803274339855706</id><published>2010-03-22T15:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:19:02.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is how we'll fail our life when my stupid &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vice- principal&lt;/span&gt; forces us to take back every subjects that we wanted to drop. I got 32 marks for my &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Account&lt;/span&gt; paper, it was considered as good to me though, since i didnt touch a book for this exam and i still managed to get this high, lol! I ended up beaten by my teacher along with other students who failed anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was so unfair to me and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; who get punished by teacher just because we failed the subject, we already dropped it for like almost two months, and i think we missed two chapters. Do you think we able to pass it like that? We dont even have enough time to catch up everything when we were informed to take the trash back to our life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, this school is &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;HOPELESS&lt;/span&gt; to me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone has their own interests and talents, why the hell we need to do something that we dont like to do and keeping wasting our time??? Yeah, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ACC&lt;/span&gt; may seems very easy to you, but not to me, and im pretty sure same thing goes to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; too. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; was just like a piece of cake to both of us, why the others claim it was very hard? Please release us from the doom...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;强迫是不会有幸福的 XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-3370803274339855706?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/3370803274339855706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=3370803274339855706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3370803274339855706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3370803274339855706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/03/epic-fail.html' title='Epic Fail'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-6422735289368376486</id><published>2010-03-20T16:03:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:49:38.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Day Of Holidays - Shopaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As i promised, i went to my grandma's house again to go shopping with my cousins in &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The Mines&lt;/span&gt;, but ended up we went to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mid Valley&lt;/span&gt; with my aunt, &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(my older cousin brother)&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Xian Xian&lt;/span&gt; and his mother instead.&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Gerald&lt;/span&gt; doesnt want to go for some reasons, claiming that shopping was too boring for him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We set off together at around 2 something in the afternoon, everyone of us had our own conversation between the younger and older generations, but most of the time, i only enjoyed the scenery outside the car. While we were arrived, me, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gavin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt; immediately split up with the others because we had a different plan. Of course, we would continue contact each other by using our handphone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went to the &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Panasonic&lt;/span&gt; shop to buy the batteries for &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gavin's&lt;/span&gt; camera, we bought a 70 ringgit of rechargeable batteries, that employee told us that we &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COULDNT&lt;/span&gt; use it right now because the batteries must at least charge for 5 to 6 hours, we felt like why hell the we brought the camera here then? So, we went to &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Carrefour&lt;/span&gt; to buy &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gavin's&lt;/span&gt; jacket, cost him for 50 ringgit. Since we planned to watch 3D movie, i suggested to buy snack foods at the same place, we bought two bottles of potato chips and a pack of twisties, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt; was the one who paid it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We proceeded to the cinema after that, knowing that there were too many people lining up at the ticket section, we were like&lt;/em&gt; 0_0&lt;em&gt; hoping that we manage to get the tickets as im dying to watch a 3D movie.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Unfortunately, we couldnt get it, not even a seat was left, the snack foods that we bought earlier were wasted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450806543296686962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6Unq-iS63I/AAAAAAAABhw/oWjLaD8yegc/s320/DSC02044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450808649279191986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6Uplj7pu7I/AAAAAAAABiY/fXvB71_9Pog/s320/DSC02010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6Uns1IeqzI/AAAAAAAABiQ/Jb5QobutQuY/s1600-h/DSC02045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450806575132224306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6Uns1IeqzI/AAAAAAAABiQ/Jb5QobutQuY/s320/DSC02045.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We descended to the ground floor where we found &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Alice In Wonderland Garden&lt;/span&gt;, the whole garden was crowded with many people who taking photos for memories, luring us wanted to do that too. So we unpacked the batteries and inserted it, trying to challenge our fate, you know what? It works pretty well while the employee said wont work -_- Soon after, we had our lunch at &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mc Donald&lt;/span&gt; near the cinema, ended up we couldnt finish the french fries, lol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450806558009896450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6Unr1WMrgI/AAAAAAAABiA/4gz0yglfl5U/s320/DSC02015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450806568628784578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6Unsc58DcI/AAAAAAAABiI/ATUOjU2F2pA/s320/DSC02029.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We met the other 4 persons at &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; after shopped amount of stores like &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pets World&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Books Shop&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Toys City&lt;/span&gt; etc. Most of the shops that we went were pure coincidence as we lost many times in the mall, forcing us to examine the map in every few hours&lt;/em&gt; XD &lt;em&gt;Anyway, starting from this part, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Xian Xian&lt;/span&gt; joined us for taking photos while the others could continue their shopping. We returned back to the infamous &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Alice In Wonderland Garden&lt;/span&gt;, then the exterior of the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mid Valley&lt;/span&gt; building, quite a lot of places we went, lol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450808673432151522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6Upm96KpeI/AAAAAAAABio/frAXWedBqqY/s320/DSC02068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450808678558294050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6UpnRAVYCI/AAAAAAAABiw/F-Jyvfc8QbE/s320/DSC02069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We head back home at around 7 something, it was a tired day though~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-6422735289368376486?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/6422735289368376486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=6422735289368376486' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/6422735289368376486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/6422735289368376486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/03/second-day-of-holiday-shopaholic.html' title='Second Day Of Holidays - Shopaholic'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6Unq-iS63I/AAAAAAAABhw/oWjLaD8yegc/s72-c/DSC02044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-58013419257799961</id><published>2010-03-20T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:48:07.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of Holidays -  Video Game Geeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually today i was supposed to go for a movie with &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/span&gt; and his gang, but i stood them out and went to my grandmother's house instead. After what i've learned from &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/span&gt; about what they had gone through by the end of the day, i made a very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt; decision for not going.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The reason why i wanted to go to my grandmother's house was, my cousins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gavin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kelantan&lt;/span&gt; came to visit us, i felt so proud to them because they came here by train by only themselves without the accompany of their parents, quite cool right? They might seem very childish and playful on the outside, but in the inside, they're more mature than me, seriously.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beside them, one of our youngest-long-time-no-see friend from &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; also came here with his mother for holidays as usual. We used to call him "&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Xian Xian&lt;/span&gt;", the pronounce was similar with salty in &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;, kinda of cute, lol! Well, of course i brought my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; as well, but since there were five of us, we each take turn for letting the "emo" guy plays.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first game that we played was, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kung Fu Chaos&lt;/span&gt;. I realised that they're getting more powerful on this game actually, especially &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gavin&lt;/span&gt;, he activated his power more than i do, but yet, the champion still remain for me&lt;/em&gt; XD &lt;em&gt;We played &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;X-Men Legend&lt;/span&gt; soon later, which was the game that cheered us up so crazily and funny, more funnier than &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kung Fu Chaos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We recorded the whole gameplay by using &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gavin's &lt;/span&gt;camera, it last 48 minutes, lol! Actually it was not the gameplay funny but our conversation, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Xian Xian&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Esther &lt;/span&gt;always left out behind us during the game, keep asking the same question in every five minutes "Where am i??"&lt;/em&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We played &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Hunter The Reckoning&lt;/span&gt; next, which turned out that it was the worst teamwork i ever had! While fighting the first boss, two of us had game over =.= Due to the game was too hopeless to continue, we played&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Crash Nitro Kart&lt;/span&gt;. Of course, all of us had the same fate on this game, causing the result never changed by the end of the race. This is why sometimes i dont like to play racing game.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rest of the time they were playing &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt;, while i just sat aside and &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; with my other cousin. We came out a plan for going out shopping tomorrow by ourself, the plan was already planned like 2 years ago, but none of them really did happen. I dont want to miss the chance again, so i agreed and suggested to go &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The Mines&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7311664986873587134-58013419257799961?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/58013419257799961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=58013419257799961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/58013419257799961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/58013419257799961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-day-of-holiday.html' title='First Day Of Holidays -  Video Game Geeks'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-2996062591186631059</id><published>2010-03-19T22:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:13:04.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Anniversary Of Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Days before my &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt;, it was my first hamster's death date. She accompanied me for like 2 and a half years, passed away peacefully in the morning while i went to school. Just wanna say...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;R.I.P :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-2996062591186631059?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/2996062591186631059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=2996062591186631059' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/2996062591186631059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/2996062591186631059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/03/2nd-anniversery-of-death.html' title='2nd Anniversary Of Death'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-3076267770615327627</id><published>2010-03-19T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:57:52.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am 6teen, Going On 7teen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday was the day when i first said hello to the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WORLD&lt;/span&gt; back to 1993! Although i didnt throw a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Birthday Party&lt;/span&gt;, i was still in a very high status since half of my cousins and two of my best friends came to my grandmother's house to celebrate it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450342459562841346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6OBlv541QI/AAAAAAAABhQ/k3yV6Ov12QM/s320/DSC09550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450342475270176066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6OBmqazvUI/AAAAAAAABhg/6Qn75rKXJHw/s320/DSC02231.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Cheng Yu&lt;/span&gt; bought me a piece of chocolate cake and a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; card as my present, although it doesnt look that expensive, but who cares anyway, memory is the most important one. We played many kind of games of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PS2&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; from childish to horror, some of us including me were fooling around in the guest room, causing the whole second floor became disaster.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450342466648614626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6OBmKTRJuI/AAAAAAAABhY/Ct6SDMhjMNA/s320/DSC09510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450342451307952482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6OBlRJxOWI/AAAAAAAABhI/9p7vyl6QsGI/s320/DSC02241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The "party" was ended at 5 or 6 something right after we took a couple of group photos. I guess &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cheng Yu&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; were the first friends of mine who met my cousins, and also the first time who almost get raped by &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Bobby&lt;/span&gt;, lol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450342445802778322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6OBk8pO7tI/AAAAAAAABhA/yajuVtqMUhM/s320/DSC09558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aww~~~ What a great day :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-3076267770615327627?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/3076267770615327627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=3076267770615327627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3076267770615327627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3076267770615327627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-6teen-going-on-7teen.html' title='I Am 6teen, Going On 7teen'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S6OBlv541QI/AAAAAAAABhQ/k3yV6Ov12QM/s72-c/DSC09550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-8156832706006906551</id><published>2010-03-14T11:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:00:47.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Role Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just performed a short act in &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sunday School&lt;/span&gt; this morning, we used to do that in &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt;, so it was not a big surprised to me, though. There were total of four titles for us to choose; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lying&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Gossiping&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Boasting&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Flattery&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We, of course were formed into a group of 6 as usual, i team up with &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sherrie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dianne&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;, yes, there were only two guys, quite sad right? We got "&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;boasting&lt;/span&gt;" as our title, which was a little difficult to us. So, after 10 minutes of discussion, we decided to split the act into two scenes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt; was the one who played the boasting girl while &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sherrie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dianne&lt;/span&gt; played as her &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BFFs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt; was the narrator, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;, the taxi driver and me, the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Addmath&lt;/span&gt; teacher. The first scene was about &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;, who is late for a movie with her &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BFFs&lt;/span&gt; , she quickly proceed to the meeting point by &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;TAXI&lt;/span&gt;. While meeting up with her &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BFFs&lt;/span&gt; in the mall, she boasts that she was late because her &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Limo&lt;/span&gt; has broke during the destination, have to ask her daddy sends a helicopter instead&lt;/em&gt; XD (this is what a boasting means)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The second scene was take place in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Addmath&lt;/span&gt; class, when i was about to give them back their &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Addmath&lt;/span&gt; paper. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;, who has a very high view on herself tells her &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BFFs&lt;/span&gt; that she's probably going to be the highest mark student. I guess you'll automatically know the ending after i've said that&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other teams have done a better job than us, especially the "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lying&lt;/span&gt;" team, mostly they involved sexual scene which impressed the judges &lt;/em&gt;(which was us XD)&lt;em&gt; , of course they didnt really do it, dont place your mind too far away &lt;/em&gt;XDDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-8156832706006906551?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/8156832706006906551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=8156832706006906551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8156832706006906551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8156832706006906551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/03/role-play.html' title='Role Play'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-3859535100749530404</id><published>2010-03-10T13:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:00:42.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March Examination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first nightmare of the year has just disappeared today, due to the examination was not that important, so i didnt take it seriously, there's no point to fight for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"A"&lt;/span&gt; for each subjects either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first day we had &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BM&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;SJ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;SC&lt;/span&gt; papers. Out of all these papers, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BM&lt;/span&gt; was the easiest one, excluding the&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Bina Ayat&lt;/span&gt;, which four of the words i couldnt understand what's the meaning. However, i simply answered the questions for &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;SJ&lt;/span&gt; paper since i knew i wont pass anyway. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt;? I'll never answered bullshit questions with bullshit answers. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;SC&lt;/span&gt; was a little easy, though, just i didnt read only &gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next day we had &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BI&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;BC&lt;/span&gt; papers, but since i didnt take &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;BC&lt;/span&gt;, so that day i only took &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BI&lt;/span&gt;, which was very boring because they arranged the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BI&lt;/span&gt; examination on the last two periods. The questions for the paper was quite easy, just need to understand what's the story trying tell us. If you couldnt understand it, better go to hell...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;EKO&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ACC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;SP&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;MATH&lt;/span&gt; papers on the last day, which is today. I dont really care about those subjects anyway, so i just tried my best to answer as much questions as i can, except for &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;SP&lt;/span&gt;, which i directly gave up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was just the first nightmare only, more to come!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-3859535100749530404?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/3859535100749530404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=3859535100749530404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3859535100749530404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3859535100749530404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-examination.html' title='March Examination'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-4606901277180527490</id><published>2010-03-08T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:57:24.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If i could reverse the time, i rather back to when i was &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Form 4&lt;/span&gt; to change the history, so i wont introduced by the world three most annoying people in my life!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i was talking about &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nina&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Christina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Nina's younger sister)&lt;strong&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; Harry&lt;/span&gt;. Im not trying to be mean, but i cant stand them anymore. Even though we didnt really hang out together in real life, three of them are too powerful to annoy me on &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nina&lt;/span&gt; usually likes to post stupid comments on &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FaceBook&lt;/span&gt;. It was ok to me at first, but the more she posted, the more i hate it! I mean, if you had no word to say, then why dont you just do yourself a favor? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DONT FREAKING COMMENT!!&lt;/span&gt; i really wanted to slap her you know? She claims that she's a shy girl, but i dont think that was her true colour! How come a shy girl could talk so much on &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; and handphone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, she usually likes to send stupid and lame &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; video to me, she says that video is very funny, but the weird thing is, i dont find any funny thing on it, my whole face was like -_- Is this how she spends her time on surfing the net? Busying searching for lame videos?? Even a &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Gay Porn&lt;/span&gt; movie also 100 times better than hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christina&lt;/span&gt;, this girl should send to hell instead of wasting the rice to feed her! This girl has some attitude problem even though she's just 13, she likes to send racist messages to me and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;. Her sister spends her time on searching lame video and she spends her time on keep sending racist comments. Apparently, both of them should send to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt; is a guy with high views on himself, thinking that he's better than anyone of us while actually he's more dumber than us. He likes to bullshit which always get caught by me, what a fail &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"BS King"&lt;/span&gt;... Actually all three of them should perform a threesome, since they had the same attitude =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather hang out with &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;, the weirdo, also dont want them!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-4606901277180527490?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/4606901277180527490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=4606901277180527490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4606901277180527490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/4606901277180527490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/03/annoying_08.html' title='Annoying!'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-2483260275852283729</id><published>2010-03-08T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:22:42.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ccccff" size="2"&gt;*just a gender reminder, im not going to post the CNY events anymore, because i realised that there was nothing interesting to tell either, just freaking boring and the events usually were just a repeat, thnx&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;Breakfast Sale&lt;/font&gt; was our first foods selling activity so far, which might also the last business activity for us too, the&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt; Father's Day&lt;/font&gt; project was not counted since those foods were not prepared by us, lol! The purpose for this activity is too raise fund for our third and last camp that may happen on somewhere April, hopefully they'll remain the same old traditional, 3 days 2 nights, because i'll never enjoyed any religion related camp -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the week, &lt;font color="#996633"&gt;teacher Sandra&lt;/font&gt; had already divided the jobs to each of us, all of us will bring/prepare/cook different type of things, of course, most of us were in group of 2 or 3. Well, i took in charge of the eggs along with &lt;font color="#66cccc"&gt;Kevin&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;Defannie&lt;/font&gt;, we must prepare 125 boiled eggs, not really a big deal actually, in fact, it was an easy job to do. &lt;font color="#999900"&gt;Mark&lt;/font&gt;, who originally in charge of 50 donuts, but due to "tak larat", he decided to make his homemade pancake instead, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as i was the fifth student arrived at the church at around 7 a.m., i immediately cut the eggs into half for the nasi lemak. &lt;font color="#996633"&gt;Sandra&lt;/font&gt; said if we did something wrong, she'll punch us with a plastic bottle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(just a joke)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, i replied to her &lt;font color="#66ff99"&gt;"then i'll use this knife to defend myself"&lt;/font&gt; everyone was like &lt;font color="#33ff33"&gt;"Yeah! Nice One Deric!"&lt;/font&gt; Lol, quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others were scooping the rice to the containers while im cutting the eggs. After what i saw what they did, my mind kept telling me that &lt;font color="#33ff33"&gt;"dont you ever buy the nasi lemak"&lt;/font&gt; because some of them look so disgusting to me, im not trying to be mean but that was true XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took us a couple of hours to finished packing the nasi lemak and fried rice which came later. After that, we had nothing to do but wait until the prayer is over, made us felt so boring. We borrowed&lt;font color="#ff9966"&gt; Blight's&lt;/font&gt; I-phone and play some mini games, some of them are fun, some of them are lame and some of them are quite ok. Since &lt;font color="#9999ff"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (the other Kenneth)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; was here too, i asked him some several&lt;font color="#009900"&gt; Xbox 360&lt;/font&gt; questions, he bought it for RM14++ two years ago, seems like they had decreased the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually wanted to go home somehow later, getting tired and sleepy though, but by the time i had made my decision to go home, the prayer was over already, so it's time to work -_- I overtake the drinks section with&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt; Defannie&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;Daniel&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color="#cc66cc"&gt;Caroline&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt; Sherrie&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;Christine&lt;/font&gt; and&lt;font color="#999900"&gt; Mark&lt;/font&gt;, it was kinda of disaster since there were too many of us in one section and there were only three drinks; milo, punch and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffee was the first one sold out, which lured a stupid old man came and scolded us. He said &lt;font color="#33ff33"&gt;"Why the coffee sold out? If that so, why cant you guys run down to the 7-eleven and buy more? Standing there laughing and chatting only blah blah blah"&lt;/font&gt; We cant do anything but smile to him since we're in the Church, we must have a Christian behaviour, otherwise &lt;font color="#996633"&gt;Sandra&lt;/font&gt; sure will kill us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that old man left, all of us scolded him silently, &lt;font color="#cc66cc"&gt;Caroline&lt;/font&gt; said the &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;F&lt;/font&gt; word while filling the drink, we were like&lt;font color="#33ff33"&gt; "WOW 0_O"&lt;/font&gt; and clapped hands to her XD It just a while until the whole things that we prepared were sold out, first time in the history too. We are the first breakfast sale members that sold everything out, proving that we are too sociable &lt;/em&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Half of us were counting the money after that, in the end, we earned more than 1000 ringgit for our next camp, lol! I wish those money are mine, sigh~~ After we packed and cleaned up everything, some of the boys including me went to help the &lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;Bazaar Sale&lt;/font&gt; to carry all the goods back to the store. We got a kiddo reward from&lt;font color="#996633"&gt; Sandra&lt;/font&gt;, an ice-cream &lt;/em&gt;XDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my opinion, the church project are 10 times more fun than the school project.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-2483260275852283729?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/2483260275852283729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=2483260275852283729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/2483260275852283729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/2483260275852283729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/03/breakfast-sale.html' title='Breakfast Sale'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-8907307489610908488</id><published>2010-03-03T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:44:10.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning To Get Xbox 360</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After learning that the price of the most popular console, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Xbox 360&lt;/span&gt;, is not really that expensive, made me and my brothers wanted to buy it. The price is &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;RM1399&lt;/span&gt;, so in order to be fair, my two brothers will donate &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;500 &lt;/span&gt;ringgit each, while i'll donate &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;400&lt;/span&gt; ringgit as im still young XD&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445885884481051762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S5OsW7_OnHI/AAAAAAAABg4/T0l4eYDRsTE/s320/600px-Xbox_360_Models.png" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you ask me "&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Why dont you just sell the old Xbox?"&lt;/span&gt; Well, we decided to keep it no matter what since it already became an "antique" console that not many people have it. Besides, some of the games from the old&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Xbox&lt;/span&gt; unable to support the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;360&lt;/span&gt;, so kinda of waste, and i probably will miss all my songs that i uploaded&lt;/em&gt; :C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, there are only two ways for me to earn &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;400 &lt;/span&gt;ringgit or more; save it from my monthly "salary" or find a job. I think the "save" method will take me forever since im a shopaholic, even though i dont want to shop, sure got more stuffs to buy for school. Finding a job also another problem to me, there's no enough time &gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O God! What should i do now??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beside the console, i also need to save money for another controller as they only free you one, unlike the old&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Xbox&lt;/span&gt; -_- But my target is to get all four of them like i did to the old one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7311664986873587134-8907307489610908488?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/8907307489610908488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=8907307489610908488' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8907307489610908488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8907307489610908488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/03/planning-to-get-xbox-360.html' title='Planning To Get Xbox 360'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S5OsW7_OnHI/AAAAAAAABg4/T0l4eYDRsTE/s72-c/600px-Xbox_360_Models.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-1720020098384899211</id><published>2010-02-27T17:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:23:32.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginary Horror Survival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today i was playing a silly game with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;, we called it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The Imaginary Horror Survival"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The game works like that, one of us have to begin a horror story, then the others must continue expand it by using our own creativity and imaginative. Of course, you, yourself are one of the characters in the story, we can add any &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"NPC"&lt;/span&gt; if we want. Basically, it has nothing different from writing a story, just without any plan or tittle, lol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since im a writer, they asked me to begin the story, so i just wrote;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;One night, as Deric's family has gone back to their hometown, Penang. Deric invited 3 of his best friends, Nina, Harry and Kenneth to come over to his house to throw a wild party....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The front part was quite interesting actually, until &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt; messes up the whole plot. Dont know why suddenly got a head fell down from the staircase, two killers appeared in my house, just totally stupid! Even though there's nothing fishy happened yet, he suggested to grab a weapon first for our safety =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can tell that if this imagination thing was real, im sure he'll be the first person to died... But you know what, i wanna try to write it in proper way by &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;MYSELF&lt;/span&gt;. i already planned the characters anyway, there are 8 of us, me, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Christina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Whitney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (my imaginary puppy)&lt;strong&gt;. Still left the plot havent prepared yet, lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course, the beginning of the story will be the same thing as i wrote just now, just need to expand it a little longer, or maybe i'll change it if there's an error. I'll stick with some of the ideas that the three persons designed during the game, such as the light went off suddenly, a shadow passes by the window, a head fell down from the staircase&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(probably the head was belong to one of us, unlike Harry's none-logical idea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Whitney&lt;/span&gt; was cut into half&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(or maybe not that cruel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-1720020098384899211?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/1720020098384899211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=1720020098384899211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/1720020098384899211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/1720020098384899211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/02/imaginary-horror-survival.html' title='Imaginary Horror Survival'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-3742179841549173668</id><published>2010-02-26T17:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T14:20:55.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left 4 Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S4i2nLEkgrI/AAAAAAAABgw/MadF_cRZ_X4/s1600-h/Left4Dead2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442800933780357810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S4i2nLEkgrI/AAAAAAAABgw/MadF_cRZ_X4/s200/Left4Dead2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the first time ever in my life, i went to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CC&lt;/span&gt; which located at the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mahkota&lt;/span&gt; area to play &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Left 4 Dead 2&lt;/span&gt; along with &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Jun Yao&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cheng Yu&lt;/span&gt;. It was also my first play in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Left 4 Dead&lt;/span&gt; and also the first time playing game with&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; Jun Yao&lt;/span&gt;, lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, the game was good but just a little unrealistic judging by my experiences on other horror games. That's ok to me actually, the only thing that i hate about the game was the friendly fire setting. Sometimes you'll attack your own friends instead of the zombies due to the confusing war, that's why i prefer split up rather than running around together, im pretty sure that will make the game more harder and challenging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont really like to use the keyboard to control the character as it makes my fingers very tired. It was also a little difficult to press the key you want, like you wanted to open a door, you may accidentally pressed the "R" key instead. So i do need a controller for that since im into a console games more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Using the mouse to aim decreasing my aiming skill, if those people who dont know about my game style, they probably will think "this must be the first time he plays a game." =.='&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, there are much more of good points in this game too. i love the pitch black environment during the night time, a little similar with &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Doom 3&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Silent Hill: Shattered Memories&lt;/span&gt;. Also, the zombies war was quite insane too, lol! Your movement must be quick before the zombies slam you down, but the only thing that very annoy me was when they shout "reloading!" O gosh, who cares when you're reloading?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7311664986873587134-3742179841549173668?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/3742179841549173668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=3742179841549173668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3742179841549173668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3742179841549173668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/02/left-4-dead.html' title='Left 4 Dead'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S4i2nLEkgrI/AAAAAAAABgw/MadF_cRZ_X4/s72-c/Left4Dead2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-7320683157424744366</id><published>2010-02-26T15:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:58:52.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatal Frame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday the whole &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;5A&lt;/span&gt; students were present to school just to snap our last class/group photo together. This year was quite different than the previous years, we're allowed to choose our own favourite area around the school as our free-style picture. However, we followed the old traditional way for our actual picture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At first, the girls made a decision to choose the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sain Pertanian&lt;/span&gt; area, but it turns out that the taman was quite ugly and smelly, lol! So we ended up choosing the assembly area instead, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hsin Yi&lt;/span&gt;, who came out an idea to form an alphabet of "&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;" which is the initial name of our class, but it was quickly cancel due to the sunlight is not enough bright, it was all the roof's fault though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442465809488489346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S4eF0XzFK4I/AAAAAAAABgQ/UwoQVnTAE6s/s320/DSCN2740.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The third and the last decision was at the &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Taman SPBT&lt;/span&gt;, which has a big rock fountain too. I dont know whose idea was that, for wanting us to climb up there like a bunch of monkeys. It wasnt a problem if there were only a few people, but there were 31 of us, standing up as a group on a narrow rock around the fountain! We may fell into that pond as a group if one of us is really that hapless, not just that, we may get injured too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was originally standing up on a real safe rock near the T-grasses, but &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nazif&lt;/span&gt; asked me to cross over to the right side near the sign board since there was few more spaces that can fit 2 or 3 more people, i was like "&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;whatever"&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately, only my left leg crossed the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"mini river"&lt;/span&gt; safely while my right leg was soaking wet due to an unknown person pushed me behind my back. Some of the girls were srceaming too, like my leg was dragged by ghost or something =.= &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I eventually end up sharing the small space with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hsin Yi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Wai Hua&lt;/span&gt;, i cant even move an inched! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taking a picture supposed to be funny, happy or maybe excited, but dont why this experience was like fear, phobia, scared and sweating, lol! In order to be different from other classes, this is definitely a WORTH shot! Let's just hope the other classes wont copy us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-7320683157424744366?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/7320683157424744366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=7320683157424744366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/7320683157424744366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/7320683157424744366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/02/fatal-frame.html' title='Fatal Frame'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S4eF0XzFK4I/AAAAAAAABgQ/UwoQVnTAE6s/s72-c/DSCN2740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-5780140470324453110</id><published>2010-02-17T22:09:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:24:20.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Chinese New Year Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first day of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt; was also the day for me to go to church in the morning, i met &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; and some other of my family members once i had arrived, i ended up sitting with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Vereena&lt;/span&gt; and my grandmother. It was a little unfortunately sitting with my grandmother because our freedom has just gone like that, but still, me and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; kept chit-chatting with our best lowest voice &lt;/em&gt;XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before the prayer was ended after one hour, i thought we're going to attempt a short prayer to our Chinese ancestors like we usually did in other churches. Instead of praying, they skipped to angpau giving activity, last time they only allowed small children to take the angpau, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but not this time, everyone is allowed no matter how old you are, it doesnt matter anyway, since the angpau was only a ringgit ten sen =.='&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later on, i went to my grandmother's house again like i said on last post, everyone start giving the angpau to us, lol! M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;, however, dashed off to the play room again to play &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Obscure&lt;/span&gt;, but since &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dennis&lt;/span&gt; also with us too, he suggested to play &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gauntlet&lt;/span&gt;, a RPG action multiplayer game. What pissed me off was, he wasnt the one who wanted to play only, he also became the first one who wanted to quit somehow later in the game =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S35AvoP-NfI/AAAAAAAABfA/VFUFuSnF9do/s1600-h/P1060338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439856586912577010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S35AvoP-NfI/AAAAAAAABfA/VFUFuSnF9do/s320/P1060338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had our second steamboat meal again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; but this time i dont know why the ingredients were lesser than last night, most of them were fish balls, not even a single bird eggs left. Mean while, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; decided to borrow our cousin sister's camera to take some photos for her facebook, it was a great idea actually, since i felt like 500 years didnt take any pictures due to my camera is dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S342LnFi93I/AAAAAAAABc4/v3-SHnTD8KE/s1600-h/P1060256.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439844973008844658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S342LnFi93I/AAAAAAAABc4/v3-SHnTD8KE/s320/P1060256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S342KwDo6hI/AAAAAAAABcw/E2aa86updEI/s1600-h/P1060250.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439844958236895762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S342KwDo6hI/AAAAAAAABcw/E2aa86updEI/s320/P1060250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S348NpZVuTI/AAAAAAAABeA/dzb5tIYcTZg/s1600-h/P1060296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439851605058238770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S348NpZVuTI/AAAAAAAABeA/dzb5tIYcTZg/s320/P1060296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S3467FyLFPI/AAAAAAAABd4/TAs2Cg_Ft6k/s1600-h/P1060295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439850186749449458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S3467FyLFPI/AAAAAAAABd4/TAs2Cg_Ft6k/s320/P1060295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S348N95eCKI/AAAAAAAABeI/bkJAJ-_vG6E/s1600-h/P1060300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439851610561710242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S348N95eCKI/AAAAAAAABeI/bkJAJ-_vG6E/s320/P1060300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S3466U3LLlI/AAAAAAAABdw/xwUdAbraYds/s1600-h/P1060292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439850173617090130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S3466U3LLlI/AAAAAAAABdw/xwUdAbraYds/s320/P1060292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S344fHEMD-I/AAAAAAAABdQ/rxGh2JMt6-M/s1600-h/P1060263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439847507033853922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S344fHEMD-I/AAAAAAAABdQ/rxGh2JMt6-M/s320/P1060263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We also asked &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Vereena&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Valerie&lt;/span&gt; to join us too, it ended up the persons who took the most pictures were them =.=' Believe it or not, we take one single solo picture also have to took 10 minutes, lol! Mainly because we're not really obsessed in this kind of things &lt;/em&gt;XD&lt;em&gt; like taking self pictur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e, posing etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S343n5Fl6UI/AAAAAAAABdI/bzOvJrqcF6A/s1600-h/P1060259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439846558388840770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S343n5Fl6UI/AAAAAAAABdI/bzOvJrqcF6A/s320/P1060259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S343nJLuvGI/AAAAAAAABdA/whdG2GU9Q7o/s1600-h/P1060257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439846545529683042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S343nJLuvGI/AAAAAAAABdA/whdG2GU9Q7o/s320/P1060257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S345lUH6n3I/AAAAAAAABdo/nxZVl9gEY7E/s1600-h/P1060284.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439848713129992050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S345lUH6n3I/AAAAAAAABdo/nxZVl9gEY7E/s320/P1060284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S345krH4udI/AAAAAAAABdg/yrffiduMFdg/s1600-h/P1060282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439848702124014034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S345krH4udI/AAAAAAAABdg/yrffiduMFdg/s320/P1060282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The photographic activity brought us to dinner time&lt;/strong&gt; (time flies that fast man) &lt;strong&gt;and we had our third time steamboat dinner. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Father Valentine&lt;/span&gt;, our church's priest came to join us as it was his birthday too&lt;/strong&gt; (that's why his name is &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;strong&gt;. That was the first time where i celebrated &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese New Year &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Birthday&lt;/span&gt; on the same day, lol! Right after he has gone back to church, we had a gambling activity on the second floor living room, the room that i played &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; with the girls on last &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S349MtE9siI/AAAAAAAABeQ/34HBw3OoDhI/s1600-h/P1060308.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439852688378278434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S349MtE9siI/AAAAAAAABeQ/34HBw3OoDhI/s320/P1060308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S349NJHShDI/AAAAAAAABeY/mtJ6qNmN02s/s1600-h/P1060312.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439852695904224306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S349NJHShDI/AAAAAAAABeY/mtJ6qNmN02s/s320/P1060312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S34-o41uqvI/AAAAAAAABeg/i9ZuKTnqb70/s1600-h/P1060324.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439854272083569394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S34-o41uqvI/AAAAAAAABeg/i9ZuKTnqb70/s320/P1060324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S34-poAWwdI/AAAAAAAABeo/2cbiymBhxe0/s1600-h/P1060330.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439854284744606162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S34-poAWwdI/AAAAAAAABeo/2cbiymBhxe0/s320/P1060330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S34_156QwWI/AAAAAAAABew/mve6eatsz4o/s1600-h/P1060332.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439855595220943202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S34_156QwWI/AAAAAAAABew/mve6eatsz4o/s320/P1060332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S34_2dPdbUI/AAAAAAAABe4/2VUanupB7hk/s1600-h/P1060336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439855604705094978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S34_2dPdbUI/AAAAAAAABe4/2VUanupB7hk/s320/P1060336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We cant gambling in front of a priest, so we were forced to push the time to midnight, lol! Actually i didnt play at first, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vanessa's&lt;/span&gt; mother forces me and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; to join them, she also sponsored us 5 dollar each! What a surprised, lol! After half of the game, we started to use our own angpau money instead, the activity was so damn crazy as we shouted and laughed so loud. In the end, i only earned 5 dollar, my luck suddenly went &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"OK"&lt;/span&gt; right after i went to toilet though, lol! And that was my first day of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S35CA13DbrI/AAAAAAAABfY/cnb-1JwFKP0/s1600-h/P1060347.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439857982135561906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S35CA13DbrI/AAAAAAAABfY/cnb-1JwFKP0/s320/P1060347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S35CAAlMtFI/AAAAAAAABfQ/sjjOaQkAC7s/s1600-h/P1060344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439857967833592914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S35CAAlMtFI/AAAAAAAABfQ/sjjOaQkAC7s/s320/P1060344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S35AwPPBeDI/AAAAAAAABfI/8Jywzc5ka4M/s1600-h/P1060339.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439856597377579058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S35AwPPBeDI/AAAAAAAABfI/8Jywzc5ka4M/s320/P1060339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust me, it getting more boring after that day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7311664986873587134-5780140470324453110?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/5780140470324453110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=5780140470324453110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5780140470324453110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5780140470324453110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year-day-1.html' title='Only Chinese New Year Spirit'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S35AvoP-NfI/AAAAAAAABfA/VFUFuSnF9do/s72-c/P1060338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-758096208070471119</id><published>2010-02-17T16:19:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:59:06.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just had my first &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;reunion dinner&lt;/span&gt; of the year on last Saturday at my grandmother's house along with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; and her family. Me and my family set off to my grandmother's at around six something right after &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; informed me that she'll join us later, i also brought both &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ps2&lt;/span&gt; with me too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we were arrived, i was originally happy turned to nothing because i saw my retarded moron uncle, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Raymond&lt;/span&gt;, who is from &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; and the brother-in-law of my grandmother. You see, he was the one who play the main role for changing my personality to fiery, it was a long story though. Anyway, the first thing he said to me was "useless kid", i stand up myself and scolded him "diam chat la" as im going upstairs, he was like &lt;/em&gt;0_o&lt;em&gt; I wonder how many times i had beaten him up or scold him since &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Standard 5&lt;/span&gt;, hmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went back downstairs right after i put the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ps2&lt;/span&gt; back to where he belongs and straight went to the kitchen, where the adults were chatting about their life lately, all of them look like arguing because their voices were so damn loud =.= I used my uncle's computer for a while since there was nothing to do in here. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; arrived in a mean time, her hair is longer than the last time i saw her and i had a feeling that she starting to end up the same pathway as &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;, mainly because she hang out with those stupid girls in middle school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439887017754951682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S35ca7-LAAI/AAAAAAAABf4/RPlPtWDxpuE/s320/P1060285.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We begun our dinner at around nine something, it was divided into two tables, one is more high class than the other which is for the older generation and guests. Well, me and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; sat the lower class seats along with &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dennis&lt;/span&gt;, my mother, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Valerie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Vereena&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vanessa's&lt;/span&gt; mother and &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (house maid) &lt;strong&gt;. It was much more better to choose that place because there were only 8 people sharing a hotpot, the other one i think there were more than 8.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439889424406166530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S35enBciPAI/AAAAAAAABgA/hvhZXDEwkxw/s320/P1060357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the dinner, me and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; dashed off to our cousin brother's room to play video games, since there were only the two of us, of course it was so boring... I continued &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Silent Hill Shattered Memories&lt;/span&gt; which i got my second ending, i think they called it wicked and weak or something, whatever. The game took me one hour to finished, as we were about to play &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fatal Frame 2&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dennis&lt;/span&gt; came and asked us to go outside to see a long red fire crackers , that was weird actually, i thought those things are legal in &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once there, i saw &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Weng Fei's&lt;/span&gt; house, which just located opposite from my grandmother's, who also going to fire the crackers, it was like a competition see which one of us can last long or louder, lol! Some of my people stayed indoor to check the clock and starting to count down while &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dennis&lt;/span&gt; was the one who fire it. It only took a few minutes when the clock ticked to 12a.m, as the crackers were firing, I covered my both ears to protect it from the explosion sounds, i thought it was nothing some how later, so i released my hands, it turned out my ears were hurting so much!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Weng Fei's&lt;/span&gt; father also fired their crackers, lol! Although they were a little late, but nobody even cares, all of us just stood there and enjoy it. It was also the time for me to go home after the "explosion", i leave the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; there since tomorrow we'll be back in here again, and it may be useful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-758096208070471119?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/758096208070471119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=758096208070471119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/758096208070471119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/758096208070471119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/02/reunion-dinner.html' title='Reunion Dinner'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S35ca7-LAAI/AAAAAAAABf4/RPlPtWDxpuE/s72-c/P1060285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-34631326582945002</id><published>2010-02-11T23:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:59:19.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step From Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knowing that we are not allowed to drop any additional subject, i felt a little depressed and angry to the school. My school's vice-principal announced that if we really insist to drop one single subject, there are only two ways to do that; either change the class or transfer to other school, or else face your fate and take back the subject.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know what, they just keep forcing us to do something that we dont like to do, or not even interested, so what's the different from pushing us to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt;? All of my additional subjects have nothing to do with my future anyway, just totally wasting my time! There was only one subject which is my only hope to archive my goal is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, the others just suck ass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK, maybe i can change my class, but think about it, other classes sure have their own subjects right? If i wanted to join the art class since they dont have &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sain Pertanian&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Account&lt;/span&gt;, but still, they have &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Perdagangan&lt;/span&gt; instead, which i never learned anything about it, do they want me to catch up everything from last year's lessons?? So, what's the point to change the class, huh? Doesnt it still end up the same thing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How about the other one? I think it's too over reacting to transfer to other school just because you wanted to drop a couple of subjects. Besides, who the hell want to do that when this is already the last year of &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;High School&lt;/span&gt; life? Please la, cant they just use their common sense a bit? Forcing us to take back those subjects is as forcing us to fail our life when you knew you'll never able to accomplish that =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-34631326582945002?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/34631326582945002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=34631326582945002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/34631326582945002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/34631326582945002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-step-from-hell.html' title='One Step From Hell'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-3636867635132123414</id><published>2010-02-08T17:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T01:53:22.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Hill Shattered Memories Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just finished the whole game of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Silent Hill Shattered Memories&lt;/span&gt; few days ago, i didnt expect the game was actually quite short and a little easy! Anyway, it's still a great game though, judging by the style they had made the game into. The character and cut-scene will change accordingly by the action that you perform in the game as i thought the whole plot and journey will change as well, but boy was i wrong...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The game was first played by &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt;, but due to the electricity suddenly cut-off for temporally while we didnt save the game for at least once, we replayed it for the second time which &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cheng Yu&lt;/span&gt; replaced him. It turned out that the bartender woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; (first citizen we met in that town)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; had changed to more polite than the one who &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; met, lol! For the third time i played it again, i met&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Cybil&lt;/span&gt;, a local police officer instead&lt;/em&gt; XDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was one part in the game which made us LMAO! When the therapist asked us to colour a picture of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Happy Family"&lt;/span&gt; which included an old couple, car, house and trees, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cheng Yu&lt;/span&gt; just simply coloured it with all in yellow. Do you know what the therapist commented on our "beautiful" picture right after we were done? He said&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; "What a lovely family"&lt;/span&gt; even though all of them are in yellows &lt;/em&gt;XDDDD&lt;em&gt; i wonder is he blind colour or what...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of the gameplay are quite boring in normal world because you wont encounter a single monster. The only thing that you need to do in that world was solve any puzzles that you found, some of them are quit easy, but if you're a noobie, it will took you forever to figure it up, lol! However, in the twist world, you MUST keep running because the monsters will chase you non-stop as you're totally helpless. You'll run from room to room until you found the main exit, sometimes you'll eventually return back to where you first came from.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To me,&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Silent Hill Shattered Memories&lt;/span&gt; is the best series out of the other six, more realistic and interesting although the gameplay is very short. If you havent played it, i recommend you buy it now! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NO REGRET&lt;/span&gt; at all. Now, im still left &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Silent Hill Origin&lt;/span&gt; that i havent finished yet, i didnt even touch the game since last year&lt;/em&gt; XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-3636867635132123414?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/3636867635132123414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=3636867635132123414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3636867635132123414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/3636867635132123414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/02/silent-hill.html' title='Silent Hill Shattered Memories Review'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-6690309855913098265</id><published>2010-02-03T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:00:12.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Hill Shattered Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S2mAG6kuc5I/AAAAAAAABbw/8QluoijBF-o/s1600-h/2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434015281690080146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S2mAG6kuc5I/AAAAAAAABbw/8QluoijBF-o/s320/2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yup, i just bought the newest game of the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Silent Hill&lt;/span&gt; series, it says the game was a remake/re-imagination of the first game that released in 1999 for the &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;PS1&lt;/span&gt; console which i never played before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434015266106336258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S2mAGAhRZAI/AAAAAAAABbg/7riWa-2yNWg/s320/02210370-photo-silent-hill-shattered-memories.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The game makes a great challenge for me as they removed the combat system unlike the other horror games, so now your only way to survive is, RUN!! Just imagine that you're playing as a child character on &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Forbidden Siren&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;XD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434015277520445490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S2mAGrCm4DI/AAAAAAAABbo/AGXLu3O3ZnU/s320/02210372-photo-silent-hill-shattered-memories.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not just that, according to what i heard from the true &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Silent Hill&lt;/span&gt; fans, they said this game will lead you to multiple ways, gameplay, characters including monsters by judging on your gameplay during the game. It also introduced more special features such as the handphone, which allow you to check the map by using the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GPS&lt;/span&gt; and take pictures of interesting elements&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; (copy from Fatal Frame =.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434015265646816274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S2mAF-ztrBI/AAAAAAAABbY/7wgPzEJ8ZRw/s320/02023558-photo-silent-hill-shattered-memories.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I planning to play this game with &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cheng Yu&lt;/span&gt;, mostly because they know how to play and plan like we did on &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Forbidden Siren&lt;/span&gt; back then. Looks like we're going to have another whole black day &lt;/em&gt;XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-6690309855913098265?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/6690309855913098265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=6690309855913098265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/6690309855913098265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/6690309855913098265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/02/silent-hill-shattered-memories.html' title='Silent Hill Shattered Memories'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S2mAG6kuc5I/AAAAAAAABbw/8QluoijBF-o/s72-c/2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-5143864264675701736</id><published>2010-02-03T13:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:40:01.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame Day, Lame Event, Lame Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought today's school day would be very interesting and fun because of some several reasons; random special guests are coming to my school, performances and the whole event will going to show on &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;TV LIVE&lt;/span&gt;!! Sadly, it turned out to be very lame and totally wasting of time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to this morning right after i placed my bag in the class as the teacher said so, i went downstairs to the foyer where i met &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt;. We both sat in the middle of the line during the ceremony where we wasted almost 2 hours for nothing just to wait those guests! Wont they felt ashamed that more than 100 students were frustrating just because of them??! That was also the time that i felt so regret for not listening to&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; En Hui&lt;/span&gt; who recommended me not to go the other day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, some of the performances are quite impress me, especially the magic, although it's just a repeat from the previous years, but at least better than the other performances. The ceremony killed the time straight to our recess time, which was very boring since i didnt bring any pocket money with me, and yet, i brought my self-made breads for the first time for this year &lt;/em&gt;XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mean while as everyone returned to classroom, it was reviewed that there were only 16 of us present, it was so surprised that more than half of us were absent! The environment was so different compared to ordinary days too, the whole room was so quiet and a little empty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;During the eight period, a bitch annoying talk non-stop teacher came to relief our&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Ekonomi&lt;/span&gt; teacher, who was absent as well. She kept ordering us to do this do that by claiming that maybe the guests will pay a visit to our class, at first i was like "whatever" since i've nothing to do too, but her voices killed my mood off to zero! So, most of the time i kept quiet like an ant and never showed any emotions to anyone until she asked me to arrange the tables and chairs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just felt like want to tear her lips out when she orders me like a slave, i dragged the nearest chair and pushed it away hardly as it blocking my way, do you know what she said next? She said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; "Tak puas hati ke? Tolong saja pun nak marah ke? Ini bukan kelas awak ke? Siapa name tu?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;You see, just want to scold me also can came out with many questions, i actually wanted to scold her back since i knew her &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"argue skill"&lt;/span&gt; is very&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; NOOB &lt;/span&gt;by judging on what she scolded me just now. But in the end im sure she'll use her "teacher's power" to gantung me, so not worth.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If i really did that, i'll scold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; "Yes, i memang tak puas hati, but it's not because you asked me to do thing, but it's because your lanjiao pig's voices killed my mood off! What? You ask me to help them just because you think this class is apart of mine? Quite reasonable. Then let me ask you, this class is not even belong to you and you're not even apart from us, not even close! Why you're so fucking busybody then??!! Where did you get the power to ordering us like a slave?" Did your mother ever teach you dont be busybody on other people's thing??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever, this kind of teacher should die faster before the teenagers turn to demon, mainly because of them! The last part has nothing special at all, so this post will ends right here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-5143864264675701736?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/5143864264675701736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=5143864264675701736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5143864264675701736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/5143864264675701736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/02/lame-day-lame-event-lame-teacher.html' title='Lame Day, Lame Event, Lame Teacher'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-8664561516289378143</id><published>2010-01-31T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:59:35.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bazaar Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today we originally dont have &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sunday School&lt;/span&gt; because of an &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Indian festival&lt;/span&gt;, but still, i've to wake up early and go to church to help the aunties and uncles at the &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bazaar Sale&lt;/span&gt; store&lt;/strong&gt; (a store which sale secondhand goods)&lt;strong&gt; to earn our community service hours along with the other 4 Indian guys from my class including&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Mark&lt;/span&gt;, there was another boy who is just &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Form 1&lt;/span&gt; also came to help out too, so that make it to seven of us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again, i was the first person among the seven boys arrived at the church by 7 in the morning, at that time there were only two aunties and a uncle who busying arrange the goods nicely on the tables. One of them told me that i've to wait another guy or more to carry out all the boxes out from the store room as it was very heavy, so i just walking around waiting for them to come. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (the other &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;, not "my" &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;strong&gt; arrived shortly after that with the&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Form 1&lt;/span&gt; boy who named &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ruben&lt;/span&gt;, we started to carry out the boxes as the plan said so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually.... 90% of the boxes are so freaking light! I mean not that light, quite heavy but not that heavy, the strange thing is, i managed to carried out 2-3 boxes at once without gasping for air, like i suddenly became a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt;, lol! Mean while, "my" &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Blythe&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Daniel&lt;/span&gt; also came, one of the auntie asked us to rearrange the random boxes neatly in the store room, so all seven of us were like &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"i think we should put this here..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"No! Put this there..."&lt;/span&gt; Quite noisy and a little bossy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At around 9, me and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt; went to the nearby &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;7-eleven&lt;/span&gt; to take our breakfast, mainly because we just want to use this excuse to be a lazy bump &lt;/em&gt;XD&lt;em&gt;. I bought a maggie cup which cost RM2.10, so damn expensive! The grocery shop which located nearby my house just cost only a ringgit plus, that's fine to me actually, the thing that pisses me off was.... (tell you later). &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mark &lt;/span&gt;didnt buy anything though, since he dont have any money in his pocket and i only brought three ringgit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to the church as we no longer have any quest to do, we spend our time on wandering around the church until ten something which almost eleven when an uncle told us that if we want to eat, we can take the maggie cup in the box, i was like "WTF!!!!" The maggie was also the same brand as i ate just now! This is why it pissed me off!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We started to work again as a cashier by overtaking each of the sections of the store; books, clothes, house chores etc. It ended up we just stood there for nothing but blocking the pathway because nobody even realised that we're apart from the activity =.= So, we stand there for about two hours before we carried the things back to the store room again at around 1 afternoon. Quite lame and wasting of time, but at least still very fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-8664561516289378143?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/8664561516289378143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=8664561516289378143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8664561516289378143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/8664561516289378143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/01/bazaar-sale.html' title='Bazaar Sale'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-1678767602301645544</id><published>2010-01-31T18:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:01:29.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kah Chin's Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first member of the&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Six Club&lt;/span&gt; who grew another year old. We celebrated his birthday on Saturday at&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Jusco&lt;/span&gt; as the actual birthday is today, although we didnt buy a cake or throw a wild party like other people usually do, we still having a fun time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (maybe =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actually the celebration was quite short for me and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; because we went there just to watch a new movie called &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Tooth Fairy"&lt;/span&gt; and play some Arcade games at the Arcade store &lt;/strong&gt;(i didnt play but only help them a little, it was totally not my style after all)&lt;strong&gt;. Before that, the birthday boy, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lee Cheng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Pai Kai&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Tiong Hong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jing Guan&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; went to sing karaoke at &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GreenBox&lt;/span&gt; which is just opposite the &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Cinema&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went there once back to&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; Form 3&lt;/span&gt; along with &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tiong Hong&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; Kelei&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Weng Fei&lt;/span&gt;, not as fun as i thought, in fact, it was totally lame and boring. Anyway, the movie is quite good and funny, but sadly, me and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; were late for 15 minutes! So we missed the front part of the movie, not exactly sure how did &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Derek&lt;/span&gt;, the main character ends up working as the&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Tooth Fairy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433517359588364738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S2e7QCMu0cI/AAAAAAAABbA/SdooN0Z9J2s/s320/DSC07889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433517357061302034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S2e7P4yO5xI/AAAAAAAABa4/JkkC4z-VfKg/s320/DSC07888.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*those pictures above look like we were dealing drug business XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the movie, we went to the Arcade store which everything went so&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; SOHAI&lt;/span&gt;! Especially when they were playing the basketballs in team VS, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Jun Meng&lt;/span&gt; stole half of the balls from the second machine and threw it to the other one when no one notices but me, the team members from the second machine were like "WTF!?" LOL! What surprised me was, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jing Guan&lt;/span&gt; turns out to be very active on this kind of games as he looks like a geek at school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (not trying to be mean XD)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of us went back home at 5 o'clock, not really that huge celebration but better than nothing. One last sentence;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Kah Chin!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-1678767602301645544?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/1678767602301645544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=1678767602301645544' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/1678767602301645544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/1678767602301645544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/01/kah-chins-birthday-celebration.html' title='Kah Chin&apos;s Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S2e7QCMu0cI/AAAAAAAABbA/SdooN0Z9J2s/s72-c/DSC07889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-2992271771256402500</id><published>2010-01-29T23:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:52:52.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Six Club Members</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; (knowledgeable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basically, he usually plays the role of&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dai&lt;/span&gt; Lou"&lt;/span&gt; in my gang due to his body build is quite muscular and his voice is loud. He may seem very fierce like those punk by judging on his face, but he actually has a good heart and very important in friendship. Besides, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lee &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has a great knowledge of the world such as the history of China, galaxies and etc, so that's why he always share something with us that we never learned from anyone else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Low &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kah&lt;/span&gt; Chin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; (50% nerd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A half nerd who made a huge changes right after he hang out with us more often. He is quite good in studying although he always act like a pervert in front of us. Due to his body build is average, he owns a nickname called &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Six Bones"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;六排 &lt;em&gt;in Cantonese)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, plus, there's something wrong to his ears as he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; hear us whenever we're calling him, not quite sure is he pretending or this is the real him. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kah&lt;/span&gt; Chin&lt;/span&gt; is the eldest in my gang since he was born on January.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pai&lt;/span&gt; Kai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; (joker)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The gang clown who is very annoying and like to ask stupid/rubbish/dirty question to everyone of us, not just that, he likes to act gay too. We usually call him&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; Pa Kai&lt;/span&gt; for some reasons while the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Malays&lt;/span&gt; call him &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pakai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! Same as&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kah&lt;/span&gt; Chin&lt;/span&gt;, he is a great learner because he always get high marks in every exams&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(at least better than me la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. As i said just now, he is very annoying but still, if he was absent or something, the whole gang would be very cold~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tiong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; (bossy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A 100% truthfully a game addict, he can finish a game in one day as we normally need at least 3 or more days to complete it, sounds a little crazy but this is definitely not a lie. Beside that, he obtains the most freedom in my gang, he can do whatever he wants without his parents' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;permission for real. Because of that, he is kinda of too bossy to us which sometimes make me feel very uncomfortable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tan Wen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; (creative)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A guy with full of creativity and a big fans of &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gundam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He is the only person who has his own idea as he never do as other people said so in my gang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; (unless it's necessary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, but still, he sometimes quite sensitive on some people in certain situation. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is also a guy who willing to try anything that he never tried before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; (again, unless that's a stupid thing to do)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;such as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;parkour&lt;/span&gt; and play horror games.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(defensive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; very different to them since my only interested is horror. I usually likes to act innocent in front of other people but my truth colour is actually a "twist-off" then what they thought about me, mostly because of my body build &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; the thinnest compare with them)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and my&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;face which looks like an easy-target boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. i used to defend myself by secretly revenge on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;competitors&lt;/span&gt; until they get what they deserved, this is what we call &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;已牙还牙&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-2992271771256402500?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/2992271771256402500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=2992271771256402500' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/2992271771256402500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/2992271771256402500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/01/six-club-members.html' title='The Six Club Members'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-2638020434150931330</id><published>2010-01-25T13:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:35:23.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together We United?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, yesterday was the day when we paint our class in &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt; style &lt;/em&gt;XD&lt;em&gt; i thought it must be very fun to join this activity since there were only &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; students who volunteer to do it, but as you know, whatever you thought about it, it always end up with different ending.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was the first person who arrived at the school at 7:30 am, the whole school was so freaking quiet as it was &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, all i can heard is the chipping sound from the birds, quite annoying actually. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; arrived fifteen minutes later with the other two girls who waiting the other side of the school, we wandering around to search for a stairs in order to proceed to our classroom, there was only one available stairs which the bar is unlocked near the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Form 4&lt;/span&gt; block.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;While almost half of us has arrived, we started to move all the tables and chairs to the exterior of the classroom, the whole event was like a war, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"BING BING BONG BONG"&lt;/span&gt;, so damn noisy!! I think we did tat on purpose, lol! Some of the girls were sweeping the floor for some reasons, i mean, what's the point for sweeping it now when you already knew it will get dirty anyway after we've done our job =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431071577910458498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S18K0zcSuII/AAAAAAAABZo/uFgb6YjY71E/s320/DSC07859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431071570892963858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S18K0ZTMQBI/AAAAAAAABZg/vGy1B7Aggg0/s320/DSC07855.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The boys including me just wasting the time by watching some random videos from &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lee Cheng's&lt;/span&gt; handphone, one of them is about a guy who was eaten by a tiger, but i think it's fake. We only started our job right after the girls asked us to help them to open the paint cover. Sadly, we managed to uncover one of them only while the other one we took like half and hour as it was stuck or something! We used many kind of method to open it, from empty hands to hammer to pocket knife to scissors, lol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431071567915488290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S18K0ONTlCI/AAAAAAAABZY/KkB-mjbwDOQ/s320/DSC07852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431072613301295346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S18LxEktGPI/AAAAAAAABaI/hIgn49oAQOo/s320/DSC07871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mean while, the girls undertake to paint the wall in front of the classroom while the boys undertake the opposite one, it appears that we finished it more faster than them, not because we're boys, it's because they were chatting and joking around instead of working, some of them were still eating too! Im so pissed off you know. Another time was we accidentally painted the wrong place, and then they were like &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"@#$%^&amp;amp;"&lt;/span&gt;, what's the big deal girls?? We can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;actually just use a wet cloth to wipe it and problem solved, you dont have to too over reacting like we've made a huge mistake =.='&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431071589340234530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S18K1eBXQyI/AAAAAAAABZw/wJImw1Mvh1Y/s320/DSC07874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, some of the boys eventually getting bored and decided to go home somehow later, leaving only 12 people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(i think)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Me and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; also just wandering around like return to our last year's classroom, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4A&lt;/span&gt;. Many memories were cherished in that class, now i truly understand why they said time is a treasure as i just wasting it like a shit! *sigh~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431071597027027378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S18K16qCabI/AAAAAAAABZ4/d14k9G8Qf4c/s320/DSC07875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431072609128861650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S18Lw1B6z9I/AAAAAAAABaA/6LT4_ZT_Hx4/s320/DSC07885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our final job&lt;/strong&gt; (me and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; only)&lt;strong&gt; before going home was cleaning the lights on the ceiling, it was a little scary when you stand on a chair on a table and looking up to the ceiling, like you're about to fall down, lol! I dont really know did we really united on that day or not, i guess BIG NO....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S18LyGPNTtI/AAAAAAAABag/SvlE3vUSVns/s1600-h/DSC07869.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431072630927871698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S18LyGPNTtI/AAAAAAAABag/SvlE3vUSVns/s320/DSC07869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431072628372515010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S18Lx8t9qMI/AAAAAAAABaY/prKkwEW9Ufw/s320/DSC07870.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431072618284045522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S18LxXIr1NI/AAAAAAAABaQ/FIONBd_CpLY/s320/DSC07883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311664986873587134-2638020434150931330?l=tormenteddream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/feeds/2638020434150931330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311664986873587134&amp;postID=2638020434150931330' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/2638020434150931330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311664986873587134/posts/default/2638020434150931330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormenteddream.blogspot.com/2010/01/together-we-united.html' title='Together We United?'/><author><name>Deric Adrian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/TDsHSgdMd7I/AAAAAAAABsA/L9LwnVaDknU/S220/30610_134557989888702_100000035052393_360034_7268115_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRs-37wUNm8/S18K0zcSuII/AAAAAAAABZo/uFgb6YjY71E/s72-c/DSC07859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311664986873587134.post-4200633589269711869</id><published>2010-01-15T19:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:15:03.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Week of School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's just like a drama that we usually watch on TV, you'll never knew what will going to happen on the next episode and what kind of new character will be introduced by, it was like full of surprises.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The school was forced to cancel the assembly due to the tapak perhimpunan is still under construction, it was a mixture of happy and pity for me to heard this news actually, or maybe i should say for me and those who didnt done their account homework. Yeah, we were hoping that the assembly would take longer so we can skip the class easily even though we havent done our homework &lt;/em&gt;XD&lt;em&gt;. Besides, we were informed that our form teacher will going to replace by a new teacher from other school, it seems like a little exciting news to me but...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As i just mentioned just now, a new character has been added into my "drama show", that's my new form/Bm teacher, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pn. Nor Maya&lt;/span&gt;. She turns out to be a very crazy bitch from hell, just the first day we attend her class only, she was like not really like us, always complain this complain that, i felt like want to head shot her, none of mine classmate likes her anyway, we even planning to sue her&lt;/em&gt; XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;--------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen Sern&lt;/span&gt; made a decision to drop&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Account&lt;/span&gt; since we're already too late to catch up the whole chapters from last year as we were fooling around during the class, besides, that subject just wasting our time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A very tired day due to the &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"Military Style"&lt;/span&gt; of&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; PJK&lt;/span&gt;, we ran like 4 or 5 rounds on the field without stopping, i didnt took my breakfast too, not even a cup of&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Milo&lt;/span&gt;, but still, im so lucky that i brought some sweets to hold my energy. Our bitchy form teacher however, gave us a bunch of headache homeworks t
