<?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-4605384614642159175</id><updated>2011-12-19T15:10:23.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through The Eyes of ShawnKid</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-690693910152585772</id><published>2009-01-25T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:23:34.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissapearance for 4 days</title><content type='html'>Regarding on the matter above, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Will update freshie night photos once I come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-690693910152585772?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/690693910152585772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=690693910152585772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/690693910152585772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/690693910152585772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2009/01/dissapearance-for-4-days.html' title='Dissapearance for 4 days'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-4336894623245024416</id><published>2009-01-20T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:41:31.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>行走的体会</title><content type='html'>说实在的,我走路的速度是比一般人来的快. 在一群朋友中总是走在前面的那一个.&lt;br /&gt;那一次,当我弄伤了我的左脚时,行走的速度慢了至少两百巴仙. 很不习惯,但我还能怎样?&lt;br /&gt;晚上从双威金字塔走路回来, 夜行者还有平时的看戏KAKI,我反而还有截然不同的体会.&lt;br /&gt;默默的路途中,我一直远远的跟在后面. 猛然发现,在没有目标的情况下,我带路. 在我受伤的情况下,我一直慢慢的跟在后面,距离也越来越远.&lt;br /&gt;明白了,我真的明白了.&lt;br /&gt;我,在任何一个人的生命里,不管如何都只是一个过程. 我不能改变这种时间的变迁.&lt;br /&gt;我不会在意,只要你在人生的这一条路上,偶尔记得回过头来看看我,脸上带着那我不会忘记的熟悉笑容,就好了.&lt;br /&gt;我就满足了.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-4336894623245024416?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4336894623245024416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=4336894623245024416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4336894623245024416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4336894623245024416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='行走的体会'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-3100303579521114711</id><published>2009-01-16T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T02:01:55.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowflake</title><content type='html'>I went to Snowflake that day, with Adrian and Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowflake is a Taiwan dessert cafe right opposite of Asia Cafe, the same row as Starbucks Coffee, on the 2nd floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price was okay, ranging from RM3.50 - RM 5.50 per dessert. The portion wasn't that big, but it was a new experience afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDHkrEoYcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wN2F7I5s89w/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDHkrEoYcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wN2F7I5s89w/s320/Image027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291948995011699138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how the cafe looks like. The cafe is not very big, the chairs unfortunately weren't anywhere near comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDKytJu0QI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DNVFvIwdhL8/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDKytJu0QI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DNVFvIwdhL8/s320/Image029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291952534623015170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's self service. The waiter will give you something like this after you placed your order and scream for your number when the food is ready:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDIFdmoOQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SVCYHMJp7uw/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDIFdmoOQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SVCYHMJp7uw/s320/Image028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291949558331881730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was okay, I ordered Ai Yu Bing, a combination of jelly, lime, sugar and ice. Oh, I also ordered Soya Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDIiWyeuHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ma5TCJWQx8s/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDIiWyeuHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ma5TCJWQx8s/s320/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291950054718748786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDIwezQu5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Po0gtyET1cU/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDIwezQu5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Po0gtyET1cU/s320/Image031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291950297387678610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have a chance to take Stephanie's Snowflake bestseller grass jelly something, but it tasted like Cendol with Taro balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cheaper alternatives for Starbucks. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-3100303579521114711?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3100303579521114711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=3100303579521114711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/3100303579521114711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/3100303579521114711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2009/01/snowflake.html' title='Snowflake'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDHkrEoYcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wN2F7I5s89w/s72-c/Image027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-8635256174186758350</id><published>2009-01-15T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:56:50.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Disabled</title><content type='html'>I really would like to blog, but the photos are not with me. My camera officially went to my sister's room again, just like my Nintendo DS Lite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog went the camera is back. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes are boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how Hyuna can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDGjVbOQCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_F00YEaqpHw/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDGjVbOQCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_F00YEaqpHw/s320/Image033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291947872509378594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Sorry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. My phone's camera is 1.3mp only. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-8635256174186758350?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8635256174186758350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=8635256174186758350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/8635256174186758350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/8635256174186758350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2009/01/camera-disabled.html' title='Camera Disabled'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDGjVbOQCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_F00YEaqpHw/s72-c/Image033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-8020253784006496063</id><published>2009-01-14T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T02:07:13.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDMbTBBaJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PGCvWj12lyY/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDMbTBBaJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PGCvWj12lyY/s400/Image023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291954331493427346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-8020253784006496063?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8020253784006496063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=8020253784006496063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/8020253784006496063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/8020253784006496063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDMbTBBaJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PGCvWj12lyY/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-8318640216978934884</id><published>2009-01-12T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T02:11:04.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDNsST3rpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9jyASw7Zt9U/s1600-h/DSCF5803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDNsST3rpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9jyASw7Zt9U/s400/DSCF5803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291955722873450130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-8318640216978934884?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8318640216978934884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=8318640216978934884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/8318640216978934884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/8318640216978934884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SXDNsST3rpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9jyASw7Zt9U/s72-c/DSCF5803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-4668118458903921309</id><published>2009-01-09T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:28:32.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Ankle</title><content type='html'>I shall refrain from using foul language to express my unluckiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I suppose to help out at the &lt;a href="http://www.youth09.com"&gt;Youth 09&lt;/a&gt; convention, as well as the next two days. I woke up early in the morning and with lots of hopes and expectation, I think I will learn a lot of stuff and meet a lot of people today. I get ready to shower and I miss the tiny little step between my kitchen and the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking sprained my ankle. Just like that. It went 90 degree backward, even perpendicular with the floor surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I am stuck at home for three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be online, where else can I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Esther to fetch me to Japanese Class, I said jokingly, to her that if the classroom is going to be at the 2nd floor, I'm going to scream. And so, I hopped all the way into the reception area of ICLS and realized the classroom is located at 3rd floor today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the receptionist was kind enough to swap the whole class down to 1st floor. Though I still had to hop, better than 3 times the determined distance right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I positioned myself nicely at the seat, I was already sweating like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone came into the class and looked at my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-4668118458903921309?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4668118458903921309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=4668118458903921309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4668118458903921309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4668118458903921309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2009/01/twisted-ankle.html' title='Twisted Ankle'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-1325811779043199575</id><published>2009-01-08T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:31:21.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallet Lost 101</title><content type='html'>So you lost your wallet, sucks right? You have to be responsible with all the things you lost with, money and most importantly, the documents. What are you going to do then? Tell your parents that you are 18 already, and you will settle that yourself. (Save yourself from the nagging.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call your bank 24 hours customer service, inform them that you lost your ATM card. They will require your account details. After that, your current ATM card will be blocked. Don't forget this, very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the nearest police station, tell the police you need to make a police report regarding on your wallet lost. Inform them what's inside the wallet, for a typical student you will normally lost your IC, your license, your ATM, your student ID and some cash in it. Make sure in the report he show you before the police print consist of all the items you lost. You will proceed into a room with a higher status of police to certify your report. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pay RM2 for the police report&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Document Replacement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all of the lost documents, replace your IC first. All the other documents require your temporary IC for identification purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Checklist&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police Report Original X 1&lt;br /&gt;Police Report Photostatted X 3&lt;br /&gt;License Photo X 1&lt;br /&gt;Replacement Cost = RM150 ~ RM 200&lt;br /&gt;Pen X 1&lt;br /&gt;College Offer Letter X 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear a dark shirt with collar and dress properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in the Subang Jaya, USJ, Klang, PJ, Sunway area and etc may follow this method to go to the Jabatan Pendaftaran Negara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hop on to the nearest KTM, proceed to KL central. Swap to the LRT and proceed to the Taman Jaya station, which cost RM1.60. Leave the station via the very small gate, the one in the car park &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without the gigantic electrical towers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing through the small gate you will reach a car park too, the JPJ car park. Yes, Jabatan Pengangkutan Jalan is also there. You know what to do later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see the orange/yellow building in front, that's the new makhamah follow the road down and you should see Jabatan Meteologi and Jabatan Kimia at the end of the road all on your right. When you reach to the very end of the road, which is a junction to the main road, identify a big Poh Kong opposite you. Turn to the right, don't go over to Poh Kong, Follow the pavement until you see a building with a lot of "holes" written, Jabatan Persekutuan something something. Go in through the big gate, proceed to the right wing. They have signboards there anyway. Go to the 1st floor, and enter the JPN through an auto sliding door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;In the JPN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the Counter 1 and tell them you lost your IC, let the person see your police report and inform the person you are a student. He will pass you a number, an appeal form and staple your photostated police report all together. Fill up the appeal form to appeal for 50% discount for your IC replacement because you are a student. If you are not a student, then you will just have to pay the full amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the counter called your number in a very funny tone, proceed to the counter. Make sure you don't miss the number, they don't like it. Show her the forms, let the personnel see your college offer letter to prove that you are a student. No, you don't have your student ID, remember? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pay RM60 if your are a student, pay RM110 if you are not a student. &lt;/span&gt;You will receive a receipt there. Proceed to counter 15 and 16 to wait for your turn to take photo. You will receive a temporary IC here. You will need to come back here in 2 weeks along with the receipt and the temporary IC to get your replacement IC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;In the JPJ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your temporary IC, go back to the JPJ car park and look for JPJ which located diagonally with the car park. Enter through the right hand alley, not the main gate. Go to the enquiry counter and tell her you need to replace you license. She will give you a number, wait for it and proceed to the counter when called. Say that you need to replace your license. Show the person your temporary IC and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pay RM20&lt;/span&gt;. Give the person your photo and wait for your license for around 5 minutes. License Retrieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the two documents that needs to be done at PJ. Sit the train and go back home. For ATM, student ID please proceed back to the respective places with your police report and your temporary IC for replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you got yourself lost in any part of the task, just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the wallet be with you,&lt;br /&gt;ShawnKid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-1325811779043199575?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1325811779043199575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=1325811779043199575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/1325811779043199575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/1325811779043199575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2009/01/wallet-lost-101.html' title='Wallet Lost 101'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-3967841479542804138</id><published>2009-01-07T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:11:23.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jog</title><content type='html'>I enjoy sleeping, oh yes I do. The whole thing is destroyed when your mother wakes up at 7.35am and ask you to jog with her at the Crocodile Farm located at SS12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Especially when you slept at 3.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious, I was almost running like a zombie for all you know. (If you can imagine how zombies run that is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been awhile since I jogged. 3 years too be precise, unless you count National Service as a physically stressful activity then it will be a year plus minus since I last ran. Right, the beeping test at the National Service where you have to run between the beeps which gradually get faster to test your physical fitness level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not fail that test. In fact, I was more like above average, to my surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crocodile farm was like how it looked like 3 years ago. Same flow of people, same route, same scenery,  vandalized fitness equipment at the side of the route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran slowly to keep with my mum's pace and didn't stop for the whole 30 minutes run. My leg is aching, at night. I have to exercise more already, I feel damn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt;. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-3967841479542804138?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3967841479542804138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=3967841479542804138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/3967841479542804138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/3967841479542804138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2009/01/jog.html' title='Jog'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-7751850203438981043</id><published>2008-12-30T04:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T04:21:20.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Incidents.</title><content type='html'>1) I came back from Phuket, bloody expensive place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) MOS is not a place to go alone, nice lighting and sound system though. Someone mentioned I have a hot........ hat. (=_=")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I lost my wallet at SS15 Starbucks with all my identification stuff. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) SMKSU is officially blacklisted for having too much mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I am anticipating my final results. *Gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I spent my Christmas Eve and Christmas playing Maple Story. *Tsk* Lifeless much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) A cup of chocolate and a chat over the coffee table comforts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) My mum considering to blog. (In mandarin!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Counting down to new year @ Little Bally, care to join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I had 2 very unproductive meetings with my lecturer until he realized he forgot something effing important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Went to shopping with mum and sisters in Time Square. Further strengthen the my thoughts on it being boring. *Note to self: Never do that again* (Legs Aching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Will expand these later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-7751850203438981043?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7751850203438981043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=7751850203438981043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/7751850203438981043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/7751850203438981043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/12/incidents.html' title='The Incidents.'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-668593400034498812</id><published>2008-12-07T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:54:09.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>It's the end of the year again, after the hectic practical exams and final exam, I get to breath for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of some particular reason,&lt;br /&gt;(I have to go back to college to see a lecturer for 2 meetings during my holiday for next semester's subject, claiming that "there's not enough time". Submitting the proposal and stuff before the school starts on January.)&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can relax for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about the outcome of my final exam, considering the fact that I was too ignorant to the word "exam", I was basically too lazy, to study. It's always the case. You know the point where you go, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aih, sien lah." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the moment of laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hope for a beautiful memories in semester two already. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought it was all over and done with and you can finally rest a little while, next semester's lecturer already can't wait to see you, and appear EVERYWHERE, no matter where you are, even when you are in the final exam busy answering, he will still open the door and peak at the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about commitment, talk about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omfg-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially, PARANOID. The very first time I am in fear of a lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to ignore this for the time being till I come back from Phuket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm going to Phuket with Adrian and Stephanie from 9th to 15th. Self planned, even better compare to the domestic tour for the next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how far I'm going to run away from the terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-668593400034498812?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/668593400034498812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=668593400034498812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/668593400034498812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/668593400034498812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-7845140205785211113</id><published>2008-11-20T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:53:13.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我要的太多了吗?</title><content type='html'>事过境迁,我身边的东西一直在变.不管是人,事,还是物,没有一个能停顿在那里的.我也只能够感叹.我感叹的是人类心里那残酷的事实.我伤心的是因为那种种的原因.我还有什么样的立场来渴望些什么.我是否也应该接受事实然后好好走下去了?&lt;br /&gt;最令我痛心疾首的莫过于"友谊"这两个字的脆弱.&lt;br /&gt;我曾经以为朋友是一个独特的个体,一个知道你的弱点但还是可以很爱你的人,一个至少懂得珍惜你的存在的人.但事实却不然.朋友只是一个过程,只是一个暂时让你停顿一下子的港口.我还能怎么样?&lt;br /&gt;表面上可以很好,内心世界嘛一直都在起哄.在你面前可以是朋友,在背后猛刺的也是同一个人.&lt;br /&gt;我要的只是一份简简单单单纯的友谊.我要的太多了吗?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-7845140205785211113?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7845140205785211113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=7845140205785211113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/7845140205785211113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/7845140205785211113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='我要的太多了吗?'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-9148741083857818600</id><published>2008-11-11T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:23:01.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Happened.</title><content type='html'>Guess what? As irony it may sound, just few days after my previous post, it happened. It freaking happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed two classes in a row, I wouldn't want to call it achievement just to get the graphics printed for the graphic design project presentation. Oh ya, along with Jane, Kho and William.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printing never been so annoying and time consuming before. Until you step into the graphic people shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, I know how to use Adobe Photoshop but I'm not brilliant in it. And apparently it is not enough. You need Adobe Illustrator to know how to align the artwork to print. All the bleeding, die cut and crop marks seriously did enlightened me in a massive scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when I noticed something was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane was exhausted. The smile was long gone from her face replaced by a pale hue. I pity her. I seriously do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had come into an understanding, did we not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very frustrating when you work with people that don't freaking care. To top it off, once you care, you are going to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effing moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been complaining about commitment since I was in high school organizing events already. Apparently, this problem aren't letting me go anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane cared, we cared. Well, most probably cause we know what's the priority in this particular stage in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the presentation, of course, it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone blew up, someone screamed, someone cried, someone complained... Yadaa... Yadaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stress that built up was more than what I expected. It practically pushed everyone to the verge of falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't no ordinary course for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Level: Maximum.&lt;br /&gt;Risking personal and social lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, may the best remains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-9148741083857818600?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/9148741083857818600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=9148741083857818600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/9148741083857818600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/9148741083857818600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-happened.html' title='It Happened.'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-8510647393889105824</id><published>2008-11-08T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:14:46.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't Want It to Happen</title><content type='html'>It's obvious. It is very obvious. But I don't want it to happen.I don't want our class to be the worst in the history of the Event Management course. The isolation is very clear, but I cannot believe how immature one can handle social life circles just like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tolerate, I can understand, I can forgive, I can forget, I can go along. Somehow the others will never be able to do that. That's like Godlike to them, a state of a holy saint, unachievable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite how bad the situation it is, how bad the person is, how amazing the assignment can be, a task to be complete HAS to be completed. I couldn't understand people who doesn't gave shit about their responsibilities.I couldn't understand people who don't even bloody care. I cannot understand people who cannot tolerate and weigh between personal and work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to prevent this to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am not able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't communicate normally these days.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-8510647393889105824?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8510647393889105824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=8510647393889105824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/8510647393889105824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/8510647393889105824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/11/wouldnt-want-it-to-happen.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t Want It to Happen'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-2168165740579449860</id><published>2008-10-30T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:27:58.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitas</title><content type='html'>Today I came across a star, an amazing star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having meeting at school just now, right after the meeting we were singing (yes, we sing in class) and Tony suddenly asked me about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I don't know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Jane know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitas is a male edition soprano. He pawned female soprano big time. If you are curious about his amazing power, watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of the glass appliances as they might be damaged during the course of the song by Vitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitas - Opera # 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YjO_VXHxsRw&amp;amp;hl=en&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/YjO_VXHxsRw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Stephanie thinks that he is very hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-2168165740579449860?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2168165740579449860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=2168165740579449860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/2168165740579449860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/2168165740579449860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/10/vitas.html' title='Vitas'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-4813607452041775713</id><published>2008-10-15T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:21:52.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese</title><content type='html'>Taking Japanese class is interesting, maybe it's because of my personal preferences of learning any kind of languages helps me in this learning process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally like learning new language, it makes my better in socializing aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The I-can-speak-but-you-can't feeling is damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in Sushi King probably helped me in this learning process too, reading the menu long enough to know, ika is cuttlefish, tori is chicken, tamago is egg, temaki is hand roll, ocha is green tea and et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our course, we are learning elementary Japanese. In ICLS, I'm taking elementary Japanese too. Guess this dual exposure maximize the success rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my lecturer to know that I am taking this course outside is going to make me no good. He is going to see me being better in this and will come out with very hard questions during the oral test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-4813607452041775713?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4813607452041775713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=4813607452041775713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4813607452041775713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4813607452041775713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/10/japanese.html' title='Japanese'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-4249247022566313194</id><published>2008-10-12T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:21:19.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>Need a month to fix everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back soon with a brand new layout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-4249247022566313194?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4249247022566313194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=4249247022566313194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4249247022566313194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4249247022566313194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/10/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-4179664392539071923</id><published>2008-10-09T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:43:19.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge</title><content type='html'>Apparently, I work well under the word "Challenge".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge me something I'm physically and mentally able to sustain, I got a significantly high chance to complete the particular task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I challenge myself upon some goal, it ALWAYS fail. Challenge that stretched for a duration more than a week bores me. That's why my weight lose plan somehow didn't turn out really well. That's why my assignments are stalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a high level of determination and self motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things that I identified that will force me to do it. Companionship and sense of worthyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say, one fine morning, I wanted to go exercise, I tell myself, "I need to go exercise." Then, I turned and saw the computer. I sat there and play awhile. It always ended up too late or I am bloody too lazy to do so later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if you called up and say, "let's go play badminton!" The success rate for me exercising increased by at least tenfolds. Cause the chance that I'm going to make it is almost equal to 100%, provided that I do not have anything else to complete or due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ended up buying a whole set of sports equipment, I'll probarly use it due to the fact that, if I didn't use it, I technically make a lost. This case is economically untoleratable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll have to obtain the money to buy at the 1st place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's sense of worthyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge me something big yet managable and doesn't bore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, it might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutual exhange of benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-4179664392539071923?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4179664392539071923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=4179664392539071923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4179664392539071923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4179664392539071923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/10/challenge.html' title='Challenge'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-8251978592470220308</id><published>2008-10-07T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:31:13.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nickname</title><content type='html'>I need a decent name for myself. ShawnKid is going to be merely online purposes only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online community called me Shawn naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends called me Jun Haw/JH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working colleagues will refer me as Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie's mum take me as Peter*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a general name to be refer to. Something very simple and easy to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe "H"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are classical names that I can be using. Is Shawn good enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder. I should conduct a survey sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The story started when Stephanie came to my house and she made an identity for me in 3 seconds. Peter, she said to her mum. And her mum was calling, Peter, Peter in front of my house. Technically I'm Peter for Stephanie's mum due to her brilliantness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: The classical bullshit from Stephanie that actually made sense for tonight is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think Noah causes the flood. When he made the boat, he cut down so many trees. The soil do not absorb that much water and green house effect happens simultaneously, that's why flood."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-8251978592470220308?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8251978592470220308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=8251978592470220308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/8251978592470220308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/8251978592470220308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/10/nickname.html' title='Nickname'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-1799544248537429584</id><published>2008-09-24T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:38:28.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No life</title><content type='html'>I'm been busying for the whole time. I couldn't even find time for myself anymore. Assignments and all. Not to mention I started to work part time at the Sushi King @ Subang Parade every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My student life is practically labeled as no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up every single day, go to college, presentation, assignments, report, then come back home, I'll be going to work at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also took up Japanese Class recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a student life anyway? I'm curious actually. Studying is needless to say. But, I feel like I'm so empty right now. Being scheduled to do the things as part of my responsibility as a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got time to actually stop and be me for a little while. I miss photography so much. I cannot allocate time for me to actually enjoy it. I miss all the time when I was in high school, not to worry what's coming, doing something that actually mean something to me, and living as carefree as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, that kind of moment will NEVER come back again. I want to have time for me enjoy my life, even quote says that, live your life to the fullest. I want to, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can do is actually whine and whine and whine here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lose 5 kg before my coming 19th birthday, I don't have time to exercise. I want to travel some place with friends, I cannot due to the heavy assignment load. I want to take my camera and run around anywhere, I am unable to because my course is sucking my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining about my course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat, I'm not complaining about my course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering why I have no life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-1799544248537429584?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1799544248537429584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=1799544248537429584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/1799544248537429584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/1799544248537429584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-life.html' title='No life'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-6188166866974464545</id><published>2008-09-03T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:40:34.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A</title><content type='html'>I'm been missing for quite awhile already. Been busying with all the events and the assignments. Also some special days here and there. Thus, I'm like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always not home&lt;/span&gt;. Which, the process both cost me a lot and have earn it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right from the beginning since I was kidnapped by the busy events is the Skate Asia 2008 event. Sent by our lecturer to the Sunway Pyramid Ice to work for the last week of our semester break. Ate Wendy for the whole 6 days. Oh my goodness. Ended up the pay haven't reach me until now. It's like three weeks already. Always the case... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after our semester starts for a week, my cousin got married. Went to her house at somewhere far (I can't remember the place) and had dinner. Well, everyone commented on the hue of my hair. And until till then, I finally saw my cousin's husband for the 1st time. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were assigned to help out for a Merdeka Eve celebration at Waikiki Too @ Taman Tun Dr Ismail Plaza on a Saturday night wearing beach attire and I ended here, finishing the graphics for our presentation tomorrow, for our final assessment proposal, the team building event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall upload photos to FaceBook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chotto Matte Kudasai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-6188166866974464545?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6188166866974464545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=6188166866974464545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/6188166866974464545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/6188166866974464545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/09/mia.html' title='M.I.A'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-2964632639224796565</id><published>2008-08-20T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:17:58.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我的好朋友, Esther Wang (1)</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to Esther:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果要我讲述我的好朋友的话，在我的人生当中, Esther她扮演着一个非常重要及特别的角色。若真的要我形容她，我可能就完全没辙了。我可以尽量用很好的华文程度来让你了解她，但是有些时候好的东西往往都是非笔墨能形容的。可是倘若要说她好，那就很可能太高举她的人格了。与其说她好，不如就叫她独特吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“缘分来的时候想挡也挡不住了。”这种老掉牙的话，听听一下反而会觉得闷。但是它的真实性有时候真的会让人一连跌破三，四副眼镜。我和Esther认识了也应该满十五年了。我们在幼稚园是同班同学。我们在小学也是同班同学。我们在中学还是同班同学。但是这种同班同学的缘分在中四的时候已经划下了一个完美的句号。可是，我们的“好朋友”缘分我想这一辈子想切也应该不可能切得断的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相信我，我们竟然还能在不刻意的情况下进了同一所大学。我选的科系，附近的大学只有Sunway University College才有。那么巧Esther的爸爸大力推荐她进该所大学，这也实实在在的证明了“缘分”这两个字的威力。还未能再续我们的同班前缘，但是现在想起来其实没什么大不了的，因为我知道我们的“好朋友”缘分称得上是举世无双也与众不同的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther是一个典型的双鱼座。让她做那两条鱼的代言人必定是最佳人选了。记得有一次和她一起去到书店，随手翻开的星座书是这样形容她的：Shy,Romantic, Trustworthy, Dreamy,Understanding, Unrealistic and Impractical。我只能用我的苦笑来赞成。当我往下看“喜好”的那部分时，我认定Esther和双鱼座是可以画上等号的。她喜欢浪漫，爱好大自然，向往自由和需要个人隐私的特性看来已经得到世人的肯定了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我跟她经历过的风风雨雨把我们之间的友谊从碳慢慢升华成钻石了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的记忆不会很好，Esther她也知道。很多过去的点点滴滴我也记不起了。但是每一次当她提起我们的童年趣事的时候，总是让我回味无穷。最令我忘不了的是在我四岁的那一年，当我坐在班上，她在外边指着我告诉她妈妈：“我要他。”的那一刻。我听的时候几乎是笑到崩溃，她本身也好不到哪里去。从来没想过会有这样的事，也没想过在我年幼时竟然给人称赞“可爱”。有时候还会觉得蛮奇怪的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但,让我忘不了的是三年前的那一件事...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-2964632639224796565?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2964632639224796565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=2964632639224796565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/2964632639224796565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/2964632639224796565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/08/esther-wang-1.html' title='我的好朋友, Esther Wang (1)'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-3625714716628445450</id><published>2008-08-19T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:11:08.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Event Graphic Design</title><content type='html'>My semester break started. You should see how sad I looked right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes today slightly more interesting is Event Graphic Design. We are learning Adobe Illustrator. We were taught about basic stuff today, select, rotate, erase, undo, copy, fill, stroke, shape and group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st task after the class is to draw a face, not only a face, a face with rules and regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The face must be round.&lt;br /&gt;2) The eyes must be exact same shape and size, aligned horizontally.&lt;br /&gt;3)The hair must be rectangle.&lt;br /&gt;4) The image must be filled with colours.&lt;br /&gt;5) The shape has to be grouped together in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I came out with in 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SKq3wdVyrGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Mc7C1AYYVBA/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SKq3wdVyrGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Mc7C1AYYVBA/s320/lol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236199559909256290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no idea why the colours run when I transfer up to blogger. Maybe it is because of CMYK to RGB and came out like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine what I drew &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-3625714716628445450?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3625714716628445450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=3625714716628445450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/3625714716628445450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/3625714716628445450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/08/event-graphic-design.html' title='Event Graphic Design'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SKq3wdVyrGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Mc7C1AYYVBA/s72-c/lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-14142795634384305</id><published>2008-08-06T22:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:28:03.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colour Up</title><content type='html'>And so, I dyed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie messaged me in the afternoon and we wanted to have lunch. After that we ended up at my house. Jane came over to take anime so she suddenly got involved in this major project too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I do not have time for this thing to happen anytime next week so I suggested to go dye our hair today. "Our hair" here refer to Steph and mine. Jane did already and gave us enough shock yesterday when we met during the Skate Asia 2008 briefing session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dig my piggy bank, took a load of cash and we ran all the way to Cut and Blow at SS14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let Steph do hers 1st, I prefer to watch before I went to do something scary and bizarre to my hair. Steph's highlighting is quick. In an hour she had done hers and looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While mine ended up till 7.45pm for a duration of 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what colour to pick and the hairdresser did the honour to dye my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result is a little lala-ish. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided not to post the end result. But let's post the during photos. XD&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SJmz3qPqWDI/AAAAAAAAACI/SG8bWSr0knQ/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SJmz3qPqWDI/AAAAAAAAACI/SG8bWSr0knQ/s320/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231410210981697586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ShawnKid with a typical dragon ball hairstyle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="preview" style="width: 275px; height: 343px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SJmzSaZ2lEI/AAAAAAAAACA/8GlpcigVcvU/s320/Image007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephanie with streaks of blond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know how do I look with this new hairstyle. Steph said is nice on me Adrian said:"Woah!"(Whatever that means).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st hairdo ever in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-14142795634384305?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/14142795634384305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=14142795634384305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/14142795634384305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/14142795634384305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/08/colour-up.html' title='Colour Up'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SJmz3qPqWDI/AAAAAAAAACI/SG8bWSr0knQ/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-4856268204945013274</id><published>2008-08-03T10:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:59.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Campfire Dinner 2008</title><content type='html'>The event I was working on for my whole semester break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my week of semester break back to myself and do something for myself before I got to go work part time at the Skate Asia Ice Skating Competition at Sunway Pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the preparation of the event itself, I tell you I almost developed a fear towards phone calls. Every time when my phone starts to ring, regardless whether it is a phone call or sms, its never a good thing. Either it is more work for me or more bad news. I certainly believe my phone bills will make my mother's hair transform into Medusa's and turn me into statue. And the number of the phone calls I received broke my "Call Per Day" record, almost reaching 50 calls on the Saturday itself is something extraordinary, and somehow it can be very, very, very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized the ability that I can be spontaneous and the ability of mine had been abused by the committees. Of course, I'm not happy. They don't understand the particular section of the event but they refuse to understand it and then there I was, standing on the stage MC-ing, taking over that segment. The frustration on the committees' face made me even MORE frustrated. Come on, it's suppose to be your event. Not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention I'm wearing a V.I.P tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt, when I'm in this kind of tight situation, Esther is with me. So, her face almost looked crumpled together out of frustration. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the event itself, I can say I'm only 50% satisfied. I would have graded the overall event C+ . But I wouldn't be so harsh with myself. Considering the face that, the cloth hanging, the deco at the side of the hall, the table setting, the catering, the chocolate gifts, the lucky draw prizes, the fishing line, the sticks, the safety pins and etc are taken care by me and Esther. If you don't understand, just nod your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no fear of admitting that the committee don't even care about this event. They are doing it because they have to do it. This is what we describe as "No initiative.". Simple task such as buying something can lead to major excuses such as my parents don't let, right up to I got tuition and not forgetting the classic, no transport. Sending me a document can lead to excuses like my computer crash, my MSN did not work, my printer no ink and many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm partially impressed at the variety of excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SJcLNHenvbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iIww9QbDoVA/s1600-h/Steph+and+Adrian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SJcLNHenvbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iIww9QbDoVA/s320/Steph+and+Adrian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230661812187807154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glad that Steph and Adrian are willing to support my event. Obviously, you can see we didn't fully occupied the seats but managed to hit 150 pax target. The image above was taken by my sister at the back table. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And so, more complaints via personal conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos are taken with "professional" photographer, Ye Heng. It need some time to reach me. So wait up! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Adrian rate the event 8/10 wor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-4856268204945013274?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4856268204945013274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=4856268204945013274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4856268204945013274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4856268204945013274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/08/annual-campfire-dinner-2008.html' title='Annual Campfire Dinner 2008'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SJcLNHenvbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iIww9QbDoVA/s72-c/Steph+and+Adrian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-4437639073319191245</id><published>2008-07-28T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:34:40.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Moments</title><content type='html'>Scene: Esther's Car&lt;br /&gt;Date: 28th of July&lt;br /&gt;Time: 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Esther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShawnKid: I can't pronounced English quite properly, for example, I got problem speaking opportunity once.&lt;br /&gt;Esther: Don't worry, it's no big deal. I got that kind of problem once in a while. This is what happened to Chinese educated children like us.&lt;br /&gt;Esther: (Point to a house)那间裤子看起来很空。。。(The pants look so empty.)&lt;br /&gt;*We both started to laugh so hard*&lt;br /&gt;Esther: 屋子！！！(House)&lt;br /&gt;ShawnKid: Apparently you have the same problem with pronouncing Mandarin too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S:&lt;br /&gt;裤子(ku zi) - pants&lt;br /&gt;屋子(wu zi) - house&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation are similar but has a distinct difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-4437639073319191245?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4437639073319191245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=4437639073319191245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4437639073319191245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4437639073319191245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/07/classic-moments.html' title='Classic Moments'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-4806626643806194415</id><published>2008-07-27T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:23:36.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HellBoy 2 : The Golden Army</title><content type='html'>Watched the movie with Stephanie at Pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue was very scary but managed to get the tickets in the end, although we had to sit at the couple seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is awesome. But it just feel like it is missing something and I don't know what. Overall, I'll give the movie a 8/10 rating. You won't regret watching and you will speak to others about the funny dialogs after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go catch a movie. Life's short, do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will watch Dark Knight on Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-4806626643806194415?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4806626643806194415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=4806626643806194415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4806626643806194415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4806626643806194415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/07/hellboy-2-golden-army.html' title='HellBoy 2 : The Golden Army'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-4348886385397826402</id><published>2008-07-19T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:05:04.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fund Raising</title><content type='html'>This is the 1st fund raising activity I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it happened for my scout's annual dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sell hot dogs on a stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Esther's idea, she sold it for her apprentice project and so, we took her marvelous idea and make it work, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at the end of the day, we did everything. We, refer to Esther and I only. At the very fine night before the fund raising, when we were buying the ingredients at Mydin, we can't help but question ourselves: "Why are we doing this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are assistance scouters, we are suppose to assist, not take over the scout's job. The juniors apparently got so BUSY in their school life, and the parents are too RELUCTANT to let their children out to participate in any activity or merely just to buy some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point? Why are we still doing everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to wake up 4.30am and fry the spicy, smoked and cheese sausages at Esther's house, put it on the stick and provide container, ice box, box drinks and sauces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they did is call: "Hello, where are you now? It's getting late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of all the hard work, it paid off obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much, but enough to satisfy myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-4348886385397826402?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4348886385397826402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=4348886385397826402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4348886385397826402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4348886385397826402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/07/fund-raising.html' title='Fund Raising'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-4669455919034081105</id><published>2008-07-15T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:50:00.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Test</title><content type='html'>I went to Steven's Corner today. The whole purpose that I am there it is because I had to do a food test for my upcoming Scout's Campfire Dinner. I didn't expect it to be a mamak restaurant until I saw the real product smash right at my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SHy3B4-0FlI/AAAAAAAAABg/G9ta9d7o_pw/s1600-h/DSCF0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SHy3B4-0FlI/AAAAAAAAABg/G9ta9d7o_pw/s320/DSCF0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223250910946530898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is SRI Steven's Corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I asked for the person in charge for catering, and they sure looked blur. So I shall be an usual customer that is here to eat a very amazingly expensive nasi campur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SHy6VbA38jI/AAAAAAAAABo/zzjuI9SIirM/s1600-h/DSCF0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SHy6VbA38jI/AAAAAAAAABo/zzjuI9SIirM/s320/DSCF0192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223254545034375730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This nasi campur is RM13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recall what did I take for the nasi campur, I got mutton, curry chicken, egg, red fish slice, Thai style sotong and nasi briyani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I give this restaurant 5/10. The food is okay. But the price is a little bit too much. The whole restaurant just feel like I am barely able to breath. I will not resist to go back there but I wouldn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I went to IKEA with Esther the previous Sunday and the Princess Cake there is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SHzCcbCmwQI/AAAAAAAAABw/6O1hpmQpMxY/s1600-h/DSCF0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SHzCcbCmwQI/AAAAAAAAABw/6O1hpmQpMxY/s320/DSCF0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223263461393744130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leftover of the cake, left a mouthful only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's like heaven, RM5.90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@.@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-4669455919034081105?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4669455919034081105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=4669455919034081105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4669455919034081105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4669455919034081105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/07/food-test.html' title='Food Test'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SHy3B4-0FlI/AAAAAAAAABg/G9ta9d7o_pw/s72-c/DSCF0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-6323253777984981759</id><published>2008-07-14T16:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:50:30.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ran out of names?</title><content type='html'>I am an online gamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play online games, but what bothers me nowadays are the fact that I see the gamers seem to run out of some decent names for their characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you some example of bad names, and when I say bad it is really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th class bad name:&lt;br /&gt;Referring to numbers. Numbers can be ranging from telephone number to does not make sense numbers. For example: 80248899, 321321321, 987654321, 123456 and the best of all, onetwothree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th class bad name:&lt;br /&gt;Similar to the above, but now it is in alphabets. They simply does not make out any words, they make out patterns. For example: asdasdasd, sawdsawd, poipoi, uiui, wertwert and the best of all, qwerty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd class bad name:&lt;br /&gt;Number + Alphabets which is totally random and became name, and of course, they don't have to mean anything. For instance: lilo1df2g1de3, 98ery3t9hj, asd123, wasd1234 and the best of all, 54dfsg1er51ger12465e4f65se4f95s1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd class bad name:&lt;br /&gt;Names which has the combination of actions, adjectives and nouns or any form of structure that mean something but illogical to be a name. For instance: YouCMeYouDie, ProNoob, IHITUMATI and the best of all, DunKillMePlz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st class bad name:&lt;br /&gt;A translation of language into some other unfamiliar language and made as name. The best of all, it hit me so hard I had to stop any form of action and laughed for a good minute and only continue. For example: WoShiBoiBoi, PapaJahat, babybaobao, Siaoehh, Walao, lupamandi and the best of all, kemaluan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play 1st character shooting games. When you see at the side that shows currently who killed who, it became so entertaining when you read it out loud. Burung Besar killed Punani. OMG killed Professional. See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm not saying that it is not smart to have such name, but come on, can't you come out with something better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I thought putting your name as characters name is bad, guess now I think it doesn't sound as bad. Even, JackJack sound so much wiser now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In appreciation of good names,&lt;br /&gt;ShawnKid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-6323253777984981759?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6323253777984981759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=6323253777984981759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/6323253777984981759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/6323253777984981759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/07/ran-out-of-names.html' title='Ran out of names?'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-1192071984964401455</id><published>2008-07-12T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T01:58:22.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Moment</title><content type='html'>Scene: Dave Deli (Subang Parade)&lt;br /&gt;Date: 12th of July&lt;br /&gt;Time: 8.00pm&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Esther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther: Hey, yesterday I had a weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;ShawnKid: Since when your dreams are normal?&lt;br /&gt;Esther: Can you stop telling me the facts? *Roll the eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene: My House&lt;br /&gt;Date: 12th of July&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10.00pm&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Esther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther: Eh, how come the door is fixed with the window curtain?&lt;br /&gt;ShawnKid: There's something called the door curtain.&lt;br /&gt;Esther: My house don't have that. Oh, you don't have the wooden door.&lt;br /&gt;ShawnKid: ...&lt;br /&gt;Esther: I learn something very interesting today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-1192071984964401455?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1192071984964401455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=1192071984964401455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/1192071984964401455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/1192071984964401455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/07/classic-moment_13.html' title='Classic Moment'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-2608729674822063872</id><published>2008-07-11T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:49:39.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Moment</title><content type='html'>Scene: Little Bally, SS15&lt;br /&gt;Date: 11th July 2008&lt;br /&gt;Time: 11.50pm&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie: I could have sworn you are definitely drunk.&lt;br /&gt;ShawnKid: No, I'm not freaking drunk, I can even do calculation without a calculator.&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie: Okay, then what's 1 + 1 ?&lt;br /&gt;ShawnKid: 2. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie: How much is this? *Shows two fingers*&lt;br /&gt;ShawnKid: I'm not going to answer this. It's a typical Stephanie's bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie: Yeah, it's 5.&lt;br /&gt;ShawnKid: See, I'm not drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-2608729674822063872?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2608729674822063872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=2608729674822063872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/2608729674822063872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/2608729674822063872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/07/classic-moment.html' title='Classic Moment'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-2465215370459644676</id><published>2008-07-09T22:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:50:00.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester Break</title><content type='html'>My 1st semester break started right after my last paper, Principle of MICE and Events was handed up to the invigilator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a whole one month and a week of holiday and trust me, I have no idea what to do. Yes, I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just assume I had a celebration with Esther yesterday, though we were there because she had to pick up something from the SJMC hospital, thus we had lunch at SS12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place's name did not ring a bell on my head. It's just some Italian Cuisine Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered Fish and Chip while Esther ordered this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SHVzWgx7zaI/AAAAAAAAABY/AlWJGNWHlAU/s1600-h/DSCF0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SHVzWgx7zaI/AAAAAAAAABY/AlWJGNWHlAU/s320/DSCF0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221206173599649186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tenderloin something with garlic sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I shall give a rating of 6/10 for the restaurant. My fish &amp;amp; chip was not really good, the batter was too much causing it to cover the taste of the fish. The tenderloin is not really good as well, the beef is too hard. I like the chips though. Not forgetting the awesome mushroom soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambiance in the restaurant is good, a gives a very cozy feeling to the customers. Price wise is okay, not too expensive but not to cheap either, average price range around RM 18 per set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I say, it would not hurt to come back, but I will not anticipate to come back either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I shall go hunt for different food to occupy my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-2465215370459644676?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2465215370459644676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=2465215370459644676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/2465215370459644676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/2465215370459644676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/07/semester-break.html' title='Semester Break'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SHVzWgx7zaI/AAAAAAAAABY/AlWJGNWHlAU/s72-c/DSCF0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-5286196733054965033</id><published>2008-07-05T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:31:03.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamboat</title><content type='html'>I was suppose to study... Until I ended up with Esther all the way at SS15 eating steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wouldn't mind to escape the fact that I have to study but I somehow feel guilty after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I looking forward what's coming after the finals instead of what is it I am going to face on the Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther was late to pick me up, and her mum called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole purpose of us eating steamboat just now is all because of the QQ Tau Fu. I never knew that particular taufu had its own unique name. Oh, in case you are wondering what in the world is that taufu, it is a taufu which is soft in the inside and got skin and it is salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Esther's amazing spending power and how the vege can taste so good in a chicken stock soup, not forgetting how well the QQ Tau Fu can suck the soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther was trying to show her sarcasms because I said something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: "Do you know how well this taufu suck the soup?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, she is threatening me, with a piece of taufu. Then the taufu accidentally slipped off the chopstick and dropped into her bowl, the soup all over her arm and face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm aware of that." I said and I can't stop laughing then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was filled with taufu and the same old craps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-5286196733054965033?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5286196733054965033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=5286196733054965033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/5286196733054965033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/5286196733054965033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/07/steamboat.html' title='Steamboat'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-4499995179166537605</id><published>2008-07-04T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:59:38.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I have my finals next Monday, which is like 3 days from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having 5 subjects to study on, I can say I'm such a lazy bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Entrepreneurship is really not my cup of tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-4499995179166537605?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4499995179166537605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=4499995179166537605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4499995179166537605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4499995179166537605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/07/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-7917067218463196561</id><published>2008-06-27T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:15:59.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Something About It</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel so useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the fact that I  got so many desires but cannot even complete anyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a loser. Considering the fact that I'm jack of all trades, master of none. Really think hard sometimes before and I realized that other than talking, I'm good for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot really do anything else better than others, but I had been well known for the talkative attitude of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no determination when I want to accomplish something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't believe I cannot complete any of my new year resolution that I had set over and over again for the past 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShawnKid hereby proudly announce that: he is going to challenge himself to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lose 5 kg&lt;/span&gt; before the end of the year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current weight: 80kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remind me of the fantastic challenge I have here and pressure me from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ajak&lt;/span&gt; me to go for any kind of sports or fat burning activities. Make sure I go, unless I really have something going on. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-7917067218463196561?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7917067218463196561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=7917067218463196561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/7917067218463196561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/7917067218463196561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-something-about-it.html' title='Do Something About It'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-979839881455132697</id><published>2008-06-23T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:51:51.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxation</title><content type='html'>Breath in and breath out, my practical exams are OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having 2 reports in hand is actually very free compare to the stressful week I had last week. Though I screwed the exams out but I'm certainly glad it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a business plan presentation next Monday, one deli decor report and one Business English Report to hand in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention my classes are mostly finished already, thus I have to start studying for my finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I hibernated for the entire weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-979839881455132697?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/979839881455132697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=979839881455132697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/979839881455132697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/979839881455132697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/06/relaxation.html' title='Relaxation'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-4791219844223447306</id><published>2008-06-16T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:19:32.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever Crisis</title><content type='html'>If I would pick a day to have fever, then it's definitely not in these few weeks as I'm stuffed with 2 reports, 2 assignments, 2 presentation and 2 practical exam at the same bloody day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole structure for the sentence was coincidently placed in the same week so perfectly to market the fact that I'm screwed if I had fall sick any day around this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I did fell sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a combo serving with extra powerful cough and super nasal congesting flu that just cost you a quarter of all your assignments marks only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my presentation today and apparently I was coughing all the time and I lost my marks. Damn, I shouldn't have even go to class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a role play for Business English tomorrow. Imagine the scenario. *Roll eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-4791219844223447306?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4791219844223447306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=4791219844223447306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4791219844223447306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4791219844223447306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/06/fever-crisis.html' title='Fever Crisis'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-8849487602069662719</id><published>2008-06-05T00:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:20:10.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petrol</title><content type='html'>The petrol is officially RM2.70 per liter today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so bloody expensive. Even though the government cannot sustain the subsidization  anymore also don't allow it to increase up by 70% in just one night &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Not to mention that I thought they said they are increasing at August? Now is only June. From RM1.92 to RM2.70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is incredibly insane. How would anyone wants to travel by car anymore? Before that my mum needs RM60 to fill petrol to full tank now roughly need RM90 to obtain the same amount of fuel. I hesitated when I feel like traveling with car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much is the cost for automobile 5 years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shiver*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Go bike!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-8849487602069662719?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8849487602069662719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=8849487602069662719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/8849487602069662719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/8849487602069662719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/06/petrol.html' title='Petrol'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-1011525047464434259</id><published>2008-06-04T23:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:15:17.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I'm starting to feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes I don't understand some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They can be so immature at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Trying having 4 assignments, 2 practical exams, and 2 presentations and 2 quizzes all in this&lt;/span&gt; month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Especially about teamworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not to mention I'm dealing with the camp fire dinner for my scout troop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why can't they just cooperate and finish it once and for all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Applying loan for my education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's a bloody practical exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Trying to save money for my camera and a laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Instead of finding a solution they are ranting like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fulfilling self goal of traveling to a foreign country every single year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Instead of participating in a discussion he is being some emo kid staring at his phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Never expect a college life to be that hectic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why can't we just cope with each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Somehow or rather I'm missing my old time back in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Is it that hard? For goodness sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Slumber and stress-free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As if he is that important and we have to bear with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All the duties and responsibilities tends to having a major effect on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm stress out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The black panda eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I need a break and I won't be able to get one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Even though I'm sleeping enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Some of the scouts committees are not being helpful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Most of the project due next two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now this deli decoration project is the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I'm still here blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Holy crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not forgetting the 2 quizzes I have for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Apparently I'm not the only one feeling like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I cannot open my notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What can I do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Screw the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-1011525047464434259?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1011525047464434259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=1011525047464434259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/1011525047464434259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/1011525047464434259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/06/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-6890443726801465035</id><published>2008-06-01T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:18:41.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Window Corruption</title><content type='html'>I shall tell you about the most unlucky event ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was downloading NDSL games and guess what, lightning strike and my mum off my pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come home, of course I on it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it won't connect to the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I open the troubleshooter and they asked me to uninstall the TCP/PP protocol driver and install it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do my assignment. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I called the company to come and fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cannot fix it on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took my whole CPU back to the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come back I cannot find my CPU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do my assignment. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to prepare documents to teach juniors about event planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do my preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Adrian's house since I need to return the book from his library as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at 12.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I was expecting the computer to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead the person said my Windows corrupt already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness gracious I cannot do my assignment today. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he can only return on Monday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my greatest goodness grand gracious I cannot do my assignment on Sunday either. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can only surf net at other place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can only do my assignment on Monday at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-6890443726801465035?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6890443726801465035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=6890443726801465035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/6890443726801465035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/6890443726801465035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/06/window-corruption.html' title='Window Corruption'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-3240284444326415009</id><published>2008-05-27T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:50:01.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDSL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SD2TcmcDIHI/AAAAAAAAABI/CoQpobn8OEQ/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SD2TcmcDIHI/AAAAAAAAABI/CoQpobn8OEQ/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205478863873974386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally made up my mind and bought a Nintendo DS Lite for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates in the class are holding PSP all the while (I have proof) and I think it is time to pamper and indulge myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the games in it might not be mature enough for a 18 year-old, but I think I have a very special taste in games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the incomes from the academic achievement. E.g Ang Pao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing it to college and spending my time on this wasn't a really good idea, since I couldn't really make a good use out of that, might as well invest on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investment? You wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters can farm with the Harvest Moon DS and blow with the Bubble Revolution and my mum can have her Mario memories back, while I play all the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some entertainment other than the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDSL. (Now damn&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; siok lo&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-3240284444326415009?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3240284444326415009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=3240284444326415009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/3240284444326415009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/3240284444326415009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/05/ndsl.html' title='NDSL'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SD2TcmcDIHI/AAAAAAAAABI/CoQpobn8OEQ/s72-c/IMG_0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-6822070571502631782</id><published>2008-05-25T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T01:14:35.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P</title><content type='html'>I now declare my camera is officially dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being with me for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need RM570 to fix, I can't and I wouldn't want to afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think buying another you is more worth it than resurrecting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need another camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without camera it just feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-6822070571502631782?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6822070571502631782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=6822070571502631782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/6822070571502631782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/6822070571502631782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/05/rip.html' title='R.I.P'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-7249474443157185908</id><published>2008-05-23T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T01:52:26.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocktails</title><content type='html'>I was extremely bored today since I have no class for Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Steph and Adrian to come over to my house to relieve my pain of boredom since the colleges where they study is like opposite my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We somehow got our mind set ready and might be buying Nintendo DS Lite and Steph's PSP at City Bazaar at KL tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Esther called and asked if I want to go out with her and Ye Heng to Little Bally, a pub I would describe it as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 1st time I laid my tongue on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COCKTAILS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us ordered 2 and we got another 2 glass of cocktails free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol doesn't taste nice by itself but I think I'm fine with cocktails. With a splash of sourness, alcohol doesn't taste as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried 8 types of cocktails today and I got so high. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 1st cocktail party, we shall cheer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-7249474443157185908?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7249474443157185908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=7249474443157185908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/7249474443157185908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/7249474443157185908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/05/cocktails.html' title='Cocktails'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-4453676832363354340</id><published>2008-05-18T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:40:53.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Term Break</title><content type='html'>My one week of mid term break seems to ended up in the trash, total waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I watched 2 anime series, Ouran High School Host Club and XXXHolic. Ouran High School Host Club is funny like hell while XXXHolic tends to give your some minor goosebumps, especially when you are watching it at 3.00am. The current project is Baccano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I did not sleep early as well during my holidays. For the 1st time, I'm able to stand until 4.00am in the morning and not feeling any tiredness or whatsoever. Maybe that's considered as some sort of achievement. But my classmates have to bear with my extremely obvious panda eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask me why I am stuck at home watching anime all day and night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting some major ffk (fong fei kei [Cantonese] : To describe a person made a promise to be at certain place at certain time but suddenly unable to make it regardless of any reasons that are given.) streak. At the end of the day, it's best for me to stay at home and watch anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent my camera to fix at the Sony Service Center near Mid Valley during the holidays, at last some time for me to send it in for resurrection purposes. It had been dead for quite sometime already. I'm starting to miss the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that Ham (my classmate with some "awesome" name) had finally cut his hair and as much as he wanted to hide it, his photo appeared at Hui Wen's blog. I don't want to point out who is him just to be nice to him since his hair is actually, erm... Not so nice. Or maybe I should say, weird. Or, not suitable.  =) [Note: Personal Opinion]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Ivan A.K.A AhBun the previous Sunday, apparently he is studying at Taylors (School of Hospitality and Tourism) at Mentari. I found out that Subang Jaya KTM station and Setia Jaya KTM station is actually like from Carrefour to Mentari Park. Wasted my one ringgit just to go there. Went up to Ivan's room he rented at the Mentari Court nearby and the condition was OMGness. Ventilation. Failed. The room is so stuffy and so hot. Barely able to breath properly. Must run out to 7-11. Good luck AhBun. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA MAN! Going back to college next Tuesday. At least I will look more like a human when the normal school like resumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I want to dye my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-4453676832363354340?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4453676832363354340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=4453676832363354340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4453676832363354340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/4453676832363354340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/05/mid-term-break.html' title='Mid Term Break'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-7495644678355661012</id><published>2008-05-14T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:05:58.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of The Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Bye Bye" - Mariah Carey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is for my peoples who just lost somebody&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand way up high&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never say bye (no, no, no)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for my peoples who lost their grandmothers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift your head to the sky 'cause we will never say bye&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;As a child there were them times&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get it but you kept me in line&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why you didn't show up sometimes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something more than saying "I miss you"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we talked too&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All them grown folk things&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separation brings&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never let me know it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never let it show because&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved me and obviously&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more left to say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were with me today face to face&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could hurt like this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyday life goes on like&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could talk to you for awhile"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could find a way try not to cry"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon as you reach a better place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I'll give the whole world to see your face&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm right here next to you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like you gone too soon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing to do is say bye bye&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;(Bye Bye [3x])&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;And you never got the chance to see how good I've done&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you never got to see me back at number one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you were here to celebrate together&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could spend the holidays together&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I remember when you used to tuck me in at night&lt;br /&gt;With the Teddy Bear you gave to me that I held so tight&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were so strong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you can make it through whatever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to accept the fact you're gone forever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I never knew I could hurt like this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyday life goes on like&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could talk to you for awhile"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could find a way try not to cry"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon as you reach a better place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I'll give the whole world to see your face&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm right here next to you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like you gone too soon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing to do is say bye bye&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bye bye bye bye bye bye [3x])&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;This is for my peoples who just lost somebody&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand way up high&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never say bye (no, no, no)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for my peoples who lost their grandfather&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift your head to the sky 'cause we will never say bye&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  I never knew I could hurt like this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyday life goes on like&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could talk to you for awhile"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could find a way try not to cry"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon as you reach a better place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I'll give the whole world to see your face&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm right here next to you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like you gone too soon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing to do is say bye bye&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;(Bye Bye [3x])&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-7495644678355661012?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7495644678355661012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=7495644678355661012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/7495644678355661012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/7495644678355661012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/05/song-of-month.html' title='Song of The Month'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-7448121490039694206</id><published>2008-05-13T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T01:32:06.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>Today Chen Liang told me he got a JPA scholarship and is going to chase his dream all the way to Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt so empty. It is like the feeling you are about to lose something and basically you are just left there emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends are leaving. Leaving me and continue their life on their own. Leaving me and go far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it wasn't only Chen Liang that give such a huge impact on me. Stephanie, Adrian and lots of them are leaving for America next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most likely they are not coming back ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean what can I do right? Eventually friends have to leave, and it doesn't mean you cannot contact them via internet. But, when they are busy with their lifestyle, meeting new friends, proceed with their life, the effect is obvious on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go on with my life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind meeting new friends but I will miss my old friends, a lot. Realizing the truth or understanding the reality doesn't help in my social life. At point like this, the only choice I have is to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is the fact. No point ranting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kawans out there, remember to remember me oh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-7448121490039694206?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7448121490039694206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=7448121490039694206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/7448121490039694206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/7448121490039694206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/05/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-1508091391545136952</id><published>2008-05-09T18:10:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:50:01.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SCaSwhpFo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/bRjI7DOTZ3A/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SCaSwhpFo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/bRjI7DOTZ3A/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199004182207898578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been missing for the past 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am busy with a pretty scary schedule. I'd completed two of my mid term and one of my presentation this week. The most hectic and interesting highlight of this week is our very first event in the Diploma in Event Management. The Teacher's Day Luncheon with the help of the Hospitality students as well as the Performance and Media students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was attended by 155 teachers, counselors, PK Hems and principals. "Bright and Beautiful" is the theme for the event. So we had the whole multi purpose hall decorated with red, yellow and orange color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talk about decoration, I have to say that I was quite satisfied. Although I wouldn't have the "WOW" feeling but I at least I got the "Not Bad" expression on the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SCgYqhpFo-I/AAAAAAAAABA/ZmpBgP-IkpM/s1600-h/DSC03692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SCgYqhpFo-I/AAAAAAAAABA/ZmpBgP-IkpM/s320/DSC03692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199432888663516130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't expect the PVC pipe actually worked as a balloon arch. I tried to bend it three times and I broke it two times. Sometimes this kind of things, better pass it to the professionals. Seeing Anastasiah and Elaine doing the arch for the whole night. The next morning the balloons all shrank since it was filled with helium. They have to redo it again. But I'm glad it worked, it was rather beautiful too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked on the hall decoration until 12am yesterday and continued this morning until 10.30am. All of the decorations were in good condition except the title for the teachers signature board was a bit not in place. Apparently the double sided tape hate us. Had to run to the campus bookstore to get more since we are running out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SCZh_gU_RWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/y3yFqrO3-hU/s1600-h/IMG_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SCZh_gU_RWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/y3yFqrO3-hU/s320/IMG_0336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198950563483436386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are suppose to have our teacher signature board in a partition like the photo but then the lecturer asked us: Do you think it is enough for 155 teachers to sign? And so, we did modification after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our lecturer said she want to make a new ceiling, our eyes are wide open. But today, it is there. Nice and beautiful. The whole concept is to have cloths and balloons alternate stretching across the railing on the second floor. It was spectacular, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn Zaharah came to the event with two other teachers. Our lecturer apparently knows her, in fact quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos and Videos will be added to this post next week.&lt;br /&gt;Coming Soon. Stay Tuned. Be Right Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, you can read &lt;a href="http://prinss-wen.blogspot.com/2008/05/1st-event.html"&gt;Hui Wen's post on this event&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-1508091391545136952?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1508091391545136952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=1508091391545136952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/1508091391545136952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/1508091391545136952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-event.html' title='First Event'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5EQWbUmksw/SCaSwhpFo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/bRjI7DOTZ3A/s72-c/IMG_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-8822708661027829850</id><published>2008-05-02T06:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T07:30:49.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladolf Tagged Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Instead of typical tagging, why not we do a comparison.&lt;br /&gt;ShawnKid VS Ladolf Zhen Huitler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;LZH: To live.&lt;br /&gt;SK: To live happily without any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2) Will you consider a sexual relationship before marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;LZH:No way. It's a sin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;SK: Consider? I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Do you smoke?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;LZH: Never.\&lt;br /&gt;SK: Nope. Can't stand the smoke anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4) What is the latest gadget that you own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;LZH: I'm guessing...my webcam...?&lt;br /&gt;SK: My handphone. Dated November 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5) Who did you mostly text yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;LZH: My friend lalalala~~&lt;br /&gt;SK: Everyone but no one seems to reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6) How old are you &amp;amp; are you a virgin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LZH: I have not lived pass my second decade and yes, I am a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;SK: Same age with LZH and yes, I am a virgin too. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7) What is the last thing that you bought with your own money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;LZH: A webcam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;SK: J  Co Donuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8) Where do you wish to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;LZH: Planet Earth! (my answers are so damn retarded)&lt;br /&gt;SK: Anywhere abnormal. Might consider to have wedding each time we go to an unusual place. That's a lot of times, FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9) How old do you think you will be permanently owned by your love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;LZH: Don't know. Years and years later. And even so, I want a partnership. XD&lt;br /&gt;SK: Not sure. But won't be early. Got tons of stuff waiting for me to do. Won't tie myself down before I finish the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;10) How many kids do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LZH: At least two. A boy and definitely a girl. Cause I never had a sister and my parents always wanted a baby girl. At least they might get to hold a granddaughter. XD&lt;br /&gt;SK: If possible a twin. Twins are so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) Are you in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;LZH: Definitely. No.&lt;br /&gt;SK: Nope. Care to love me? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;12) Where was the last restaurant you had dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;LZH: Can't remember. I think it was at...KFC. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SK: Can't recall it too.But it was on Monday with Esther at Pyramid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;13) Name the lastest book that you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;LZH: White Night. By Jim Butcher. About modern day wizards and warfare. =P&lt;br /&gt;SK: I don't buy books. I borrow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;14) What is your full name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;LZH: Ladolf Zhen Huitler.&lt;br /&gt;SK: Don't tell me you don't know. It's all over this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;15) Do you prefer your mother or father?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;LZH:I don't know. Mother has her good points over daddy, Papa wins over mama sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;SK: Mum. My dad got the tendency to assume stuff on me. All of them are negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;16) Do you believe in GOD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;LZH: Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;SK: I am currently wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;17) Name a person that you really wish to meet in real life for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;LZH: Gimme any old warmonger and I'mma shoot them in the face with a nailgun.&lt;br /&gt;SK: I want to meet the top ten richest people on earth and asked them to give me 1% each. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;18) Christina or Britney?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LZH: Both are shits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SK: Christina Shit or Britney Poop? LOL. I don't really know them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;19) Do you do your own laundry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;LZH: Nope. But I do pack up my own clothes after drying.&lt;br /&gt;SK: During NS, I wash my clothes. But I see how untalented am I in this washing thing so I hand over to my washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;20) The most exciting place you want to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LZH: Anywhere outta Malaysia sounds interesting.&lt;br /&gt;SK: I want to go Burj Al Arab Hotel in Dubai and I want to go Ice Hotel in Sweden. This is only 0.1% of the places that I want to go. You have no idea how long is my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;21) Hugs or kisses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;LZH: Neither and either.&lt;br /&gt;SK: Prefer both together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;22) Single or attached?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LZH: Single.&lt;br /&gt;SK: Single but N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;23) Point out 5 things about the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ladolf Zhen Huitler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Smart-Friendly-Damn Good Pianist-Humorous-Sarcastic-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 things I am passionate about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;LZH:&lt;br /&gt;- Studying. (ROTFLOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;- Music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;- Movies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;- Friends. MAKING friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;- Sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;- The Computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;- Mastering driving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;- Last but not least, family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SK:&lt;br /&gt;- Event Management&lt;br /&gt;- Music in all forms&lt;br /&gt;- Photography&lt;br /&gt;- Technologies&lt;br /&gt;- Money&lt;br /&gt;- Traveling&lt;br /&gt;- Friends and Family&lt;br /&gt;- Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 things I say too often:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;LZH:&lt;br /&gt;1. Verurteilung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;2. Bodo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;3. SHERVAUNE! (WTH is this...?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;4. Kisiao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;5. Sap sap water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;6. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;7. Nuuuuu~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;8. Save water drink beer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;SK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;1.Sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;2.炸到。(Speechless.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;3.Ah Ne Kuan Dou Eh Sai? (Hokkien: Like that also can?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;4.你在坚持些什么？(What are you trying to inisist here?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;5. I give you triple dots for that particular respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;6. Bloody Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;7. Life is like a/an ______. (Fill in the blank and start explaining.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;8. No money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Books I've Read Recently (XD):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LZH:&lt;br /&gt;- White Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;- The Miniaturist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;- Essentials of Economics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;- STPM Precalculus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;- Financial Accounting: An Introduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;- Death Masks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;- Blood Rites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;- Discovering Computers 2008: A Gateway to Information, Course Technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;- Sunway University College Student Handbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;- Introduction to Hospitality Part 1&lt;br /&gt;- Introduction to Hospitality Part 2&lt;br /&gt;- Introduction to Entrepreneurship&lt;br /&gt;- Introduction to MEEC&lt;br /&gt;-MICE and Events Accommodation Product&lt;br /&gt;- Next&lt;br /&gt;- 与死神喝下午茶&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;8 songs I could listen to over and over again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;LZH:&lt;br /&gt;- Helpless When She Smiles - Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;- Your Love Is A Lie - Simple Plan  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;- Slither - Velvet Revolver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;- Follow You Home - Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;- All We Are - OneRepublic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;- Beat It - Fall Out Boy feat. John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;- Wo Bu Pei - Jay Chou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;- Apologize - OneRepublic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SK:&lt;br /&gt;Can't make up the mind to state it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 things I learned last year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;LZH:&lt;br /&gt;- Jay's Piano Battle 2 and Secret as well as Flight of the Bumblebee.&lt;br /&gt;- PRAYER IS DAMN IMPORTANT.&lt;br /&gt;- To drive!&lt;br /&gt;- Appreciate those around me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- To work better with those who are my teammates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- Use a phone. (I got my phone last year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- My body needs to sleep in afternoons zzngzz...&lt;br /&gt;- I learned that school life...WAS THE BEST TIME in my life! (all you crazy people who think otherwise, please don't leave me comments. Cause everyone would know you had a sad life back in school NYAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SK:&lt;br /&gt;- Life is short. Play more.&lt;br /&gt;- Driving can be stressful.&lt;br /&gt;- I have a lot more to explore.&lt;br /&gt;- Friendship is just term. It is WAY deeper than that.&lt;br /&gt;- Love sucks. Especially when your best friend is in it. No time for you. =(&lt;br /&gt;- SPM is easier than college life.&lt;br /&gt;- I am a very moderate person. Jack of all trades, master of none.&lt;br /&gt;- Need to enhance my interpersonal skills and networking skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 people to tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2. Blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3. Blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;4. Blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;6. Blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;7. Blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;8. Blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-8822708661027829850?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8822708661027829850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=8822708661027829850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/8822708661027829850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/8822708661027829850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/05/ladolf-tagged-me.html' title='Ladolf Tagged Me?'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-2382457888244648695</id><published>2008-05-01T20:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:27:09.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“我”的感觉</title><content type='html'>就在最近的这几年，对于自己的定义越来越模糊。会开始怀疑身边的人事物，也开始质疑真正的自己去了那里。或许是想太多了吧！也或许这是一种成长的代价。周遭发生了太多太多的事情，心里只会堆积更多更多的疑惑。一些没有答案的疑惑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我曾经一度怀疑自己是否患上了忧郁症，还是这纯粹是自己想太多。每天一再重复机器般的生活，觉得自己不是自己。为了别人而戴上面具，是我们没有办法改变的事实。在父母面前得做一个听话乖巧的孩子，在朋友面前得做一个幽默风趣又八面玲珑的家伙，在社会面前只能够谦虚地接受事实的残酷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经去寻找这些答案，但每次我都得到“反正。。。不如。。。”的回复。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上了大学后，朋友们都各自有了自己的生活。有的忙着读书，有的忙着享受生活，有的忙着谈恋爱，有些毕业过后，人影都不知道去了那里。面对着陌生但熟悉的环境，我还没办法度过这个低潮期。忽然之间只剩下自己一个人面对眼前的前途茫茫，我还没办法适应这种感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这种空虚的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;发现到自己完全不像以前的自己。曾经的爽快与潇洒已随风而去了。曾经的笑容与快乐一定要离我而去吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我”的感觉到底去了哪里？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-2382457888244648695?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2382457888244648695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=2382457888244648695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/2382457888244648695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/2382457888244648695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='“我”的感觉'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-5893898631463798026</id><published>2008-04-30T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:24:59.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignments</title><content type='html'>Assignments are scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st assignment in my college life let me ended up 4am still awake trying to rush every single undone bits of the research report. It wasn't anything hard and complicated. Just that we are not exposed to this kind of pressure and apparently we took it bloody lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 10am realizing I am almost late for my 10.30am Principle of MICE class on the due day. Luckily I made it in time with my wrong cover on my assignment and the wrong font through out the whole assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am considered lucky to get my 5 hours sleep while my other fellow classmates' sleeping hours ranging from 3 hours right down to none at all. For example, Miss Anastasiah who look like a walking corpse the whole day, the cranky walking dead body to be exact. Another classmate of mine, Ham will sleep at anywhere if possible. Desperate for sleep, it is the 1st time I see this kind of situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprisingly high today. I don't know why. I got that kind of reverse effect on myself when I do not get enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the cranky part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-5893898631463798026?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5893898631463798026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=5893898631463798026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/5893898631463798026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/5893898631463798026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/04/assignments.html' title='Assignments'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-3017335671220531208</id><published>2008-04-26T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T01:16:33.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Final Exam</title><content type='html'>Study Skills Final Exam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the 3rd floor which is the School of Business and Law for my final exam. It started at 10.00am and at 9.50am Sen Yong called me and asked what time is the exam. Oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam is much like an English Test which basically consist of True/False, Fill In The Blanks, MCQ and Short Answer Questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish it get over it and forget it. This is how I want it to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-3017335671220531208?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3017335671220531208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=3017335671220531208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/3017335671220531208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/3017335671220531208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-final-exam.html' title='First Final Exam'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-3218349881192869087</id><published>2008-04-24T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:57:30.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Term for Study Skills</title><content type='html'>I woke up late today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose to have Mice and Accommodation Product class at 8.30am but then when I woke up it was already 9.15am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky not to miss the Mid Term Study Skills test at 10.35am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study skills test is short. Everyone of us finish it within 15 minutes while it was suppose to be a 1 hour test. I was concentrating to answer as quickly as I can since we can leave the hall after 30 minutes and suddenly I realized I finished the paper and the clock was not even 10.50am yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had to wait until 11.05am to leave the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored, then I took out my handphone and snapped the picture of the test paper, forgetting to off the camera shutter sound. *Chi Chiak* The lecturer stared at me for a while and said to the class:" Okay, you can put your test paper on the desk here and leave the hall quietly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was overjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it was so easy, the test I mean. If the final exam on this Saturday is the same as the mid term test, I'm definitely going to pass without doing anymore further revising. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-3218349881192869087?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3218349881192869087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=3218349881192869087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/3218349881192869087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/3218349881192869087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/04/mid-term-for-study-skills.html' title='Mid Term for Study Skills'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-6618169219751142296</id><published>2008-04-20T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:50:37.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunway Pyramid Freeze</title><content type='html'>Well, there was the Sunway Pyramid Freeze in conjunction with the World Earth's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie told me about this actually, and we both agreed to go join the fun, just for fun. Apparently this freezing thing is from America with a group called Improveverywhere. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; and I am sure you can find plenty of their marvelous works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this there was the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaUjG2nYJD8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;KL Freeze of Unison&lt;/a&gt; which was held at Pavilion. In the following week, Sunway Pyramid Freeze is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are told to wear green. So, I got in ALL GREEN. T-shirt, pants, bag and bottle. Too bad I don't have green shoes to match. They also want our time to be synchronized to the second, just to be accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there early from 4pm and met up with Stephanie at 5.30pm. We tried up Wendy's for the first time. The Medium sized portion almost made us both die of stomach explosion. America people really eat a lot. They have something called Chile which normally you find on top of the hot dogs, surprisingly tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is about 8pm, almost the freezing time, suddenly there's a guy gave us the green paper. Stating that we should freeze around LG2, the corridor near ToyCity, Aussino and Watson for 4 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we make it in time, with a small group of people, we all froze in time for 4 minutes. I was drinking water and Stephanie was removing out her cap. People around started to take videos and pictures for this bizarre event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed my handphone in my pocket with the alarm goes off at 8.04pm and my hand pressed against my pocket just to feel the vibration for the unfreeze session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is time, Stephanie and I quickly walked away and gave each other a quiet high five. When we moving up to the escalator, we see another bigger group freezing at the Orange Atrium. As well as the center in front of the main entrance. What the hell is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half disappointed, Stephanie and I left Sunway Pyramid at exactly 8.47pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQ0UKvH2Ngg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQ0UKvH2Ngg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Finally found this video, but then the girl that is videotaping actually featured my ass. I don't really feel comfortable with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-6618169219751142296?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6618169219751142296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=6618169219751142296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/6618169219751142296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/6618169219751142296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunway-pyramid-freeze.html' title='Sunway Pyramid Freeze'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-5205481049639423316</id><published>2008-04-19T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:49:56.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;Sometimes I question myself a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially these years round. Questions ranging from the far outside society, until deep inside myself. Apparently, as days and days went by, the logic and mentality I have in me sort of go distorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I got old. Maybe I'm just thinking too much. I didn't deny that I had been always like that just that nobody ever know that unless I'm willing to or just too emo to a certain extent to tell them, but recently it just got worse. Maybe it's the whole life phase changing thing that cause these problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an optimistic person, well, most of the time. I'm a friendly and cheerful person, well, most of the occasions. The thing is I cannot be alone, when I started to be alone, I start to think. Some say artistic people are like that, I thought so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying in college brings this matter to the next level. I actually questioned myself:"Who am I? Why am I doing here?" and stuff like that. I feel like I don't even know myself, barely even feel myself. Just getting on with the life, doing stuff that I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the usual smile and laughter hiding a hollow soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I don't really got a problem. Just that I don't know why I'm quite sensitive nowadays. It's like trying to change yourself to suit the reality. Following the norm of the society without even given a choice.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking too much again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just...&lt;br /&gt;Ignore...&lt;br /&gt;Me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-5205481049639423316?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5205481049639423316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=5205481049639423316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/5205481049639423316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/5205481049639423316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/04/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-1540463691391033323</id><published>2008-04-17T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T00:06:11.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Quiz</title><content type='html'>My 1st pop quiz in my entire life almost murdered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the subject Understanding Hospitality &amp;amp; Tourism Industry (UHTI), Ms. May had her 1st step of sending us to the graveyard, digging our own respective place of course, she'll just have to provide the shovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say I didn't study, I'm dead sure I did. But somehow the questions are so tricky until I have no idea which to choose, despite it is only true and false questions. It is actually 5% of our Final Exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-1540463691391033323?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1540463691391033323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=1540463691391033323' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/1540463691391033323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/1540463691391033323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/04/pop-quiz.html' title='Pop Quiz'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-2923471556032227476</id><published>2008-04-16T18:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:05:22.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating</title><content type='html'>To be honest, I'm feeling a bit of rejection in me when my friend said:"Let's go skating on Tuesday after class." The second I hear the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skating, &lt;/span&gt;my face is filled with disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had bad experience with ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back when I am skating with my ex-classmates, I sort of fell and my pants is torn. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the middle down&lt;/span&gt;. I am pretty sure that 50% of the people skating in the ice rink saw the color of my underwear that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I dislike ice skating. It just felt like something bad is going to happen to me if I skate. Blisters and torn pants is more than enough for me to keep me out of the skating rink for a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me or not, not even a quarter  of decade, I found myself standing in the ice rink with my current course/classmates. I was forced to go I would say. Since I am the only one that is having super phobia towards ice skating and obviously majority wins, I paid the RM11(Student Price) almost unwillingly and went to skate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curse of the ice rink apparently is still there. Before I even enter the ice rink, I accidentally scratched  by the entrance gate at my wrist and it started to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend thought my fear was so unbearable and I chose to end my life instead of facing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never said ice skating is not fun. I mean I also enjoyed it, with a more solid jeans. I think I kind of get a hang on it. Despite the blisters on the legs and the suicide mark on my wrist, we all had fun in the ice skating rink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face no longer have a severe cramp when my friend said:"Let's go ice skating again on Tuesday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Note to myself, wear solid pants. Eg. Jeans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-2923471556032227476?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2923471556032227476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=2923471556032227476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/2923471556032227476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/2923471556032227476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/04/ice-skating.html' title='Ice Skating'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-1670040148367774606</id><published>2008-04-15T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:14:47.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chessy Chessy Chess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs28/300W/i/2008/047/4/c/Chessy_by_leejhaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs28/300W/i/2008/047/4/c/Chessy_by_leejhaw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chess is some game that I can play but never win. All of them, including Chinese Chess, English Chess, any game that ends with the word chess is a failure to me. Not gifted with the chess talent I guess. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-1670040148367774606?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1670040148367774606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=1670040148367774606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/1670040148367774606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/1670040148367774606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/04/chessy-chessy-chess.html' title='Chessy Chessy Chess'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-1659816591729645380</id><published>2008-04-14T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:19:58.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scholarship</title><content type='html'>I was accepted for the SUC Entrance Scholarship worth RM1500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't sound a lot, but obviously it is better than nothing. When it compared with the other college, it is very little. Around 200% lesser than normal scholarships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering my result is moderately good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, I cannot complain anything about it. Since I'm not like Chen Liang who is so hardworking and applied for 12 different scholarship, coming back for a week holiday from National Service just for interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself lucky cause while we were waiting for class in the student center, I suddenly realized that the scholarship name list was on the notice board. Scanning the list 5th time only I found my name because I'm the only one in Event Management course that applied for this scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it's here."I was extremely relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to attend the Scholarship Presentation Ceremony on 10th of May. I sort of ask my parents whether they want to go there or not. "Don't want &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. If it's RM15000 then I go." My mum said. I give triple dots for that particular reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I have to go myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-1659816591729645380?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1659816591729645380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=1659816591729645380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/1659816591729645380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/1659816591729645380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/04/scholarship.html' title='Scholarship'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-7758131165546664986</id><published>2008-04-13T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:43:21.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs30/i/2008/047/8/9/Marbles_by_leejhaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs30/i/2008/047/8/9/Marbles_by_leejhaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The marbles I took during the religious talk in National Service. I actually got too bored and ran around the building while I find these marbles glittering under the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-7758131165546664986?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7758131165546664986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=7758131165546664986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/7758131165546664986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/7758131165546664986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/04/marbles.html' title='Marbles'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-5742930060747196196</id><published>2008-04-13T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T16:00:15.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMKSU Sports Day</title><content type='html'>I don't know why am I there at the 1st place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6.15am and got ready since I am car pooling with Esther. The rain shows no sign of stopping. The sun bloody came out during noon, while I'm wearing a hoodie. Someone claimed that I looked like a spy. Stephanie cut her hair. Hang Tuah marched like Nazi Army with an arm in front palms down. Formation can be seen. I got bored and went to eat at Taipan with Tong they all. Went home after that. P/S: Scouts got 5th in the marching competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up pointless there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-5742930060747196196?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5742930060747196196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=5742930060747196196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/5742930060747196196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/5742930060747196196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/04/smksu-sports-day.html' title='SMKSU Sports Day'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-6176275718352929493</id><published>2008-04-12T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T23:58:22.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs27/i/2008/093/9/9/Flying_Cat_by_leejhaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs27/i/2008/093/9/9/Flying_Cat_by_leejhaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was in National service, we had a lot of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally this kind of photo will come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This photo is real and original.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: My friend throw the cat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-6176275718352929493?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6176275718352929493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=6176275718352929493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/6176275718352929493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/6176275718352929493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/04/flying-cat.html' title='Flying Cat'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-7243009056257372144</id><published>2008-04-12T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:45:27.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss My Camera</title><content type='html'>I don't have to explain how much I love photography. But then, my camera had just betrayed me and went away himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE DIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long long time already. Without a camera is torturing. Not to mention when Ye Heng got his Canon 400D DSLR, I almost want to murder him when he told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He claimed I influenced him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to time to fix my camera, and I don't have the money to get another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I want to show, I want to tell. But, my camera is DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back the photos that I took, "Ah, memories!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-7243009056257372144?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7243009056257372144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=7243009056257372144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/7243009056257372144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/7243009056257372144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-miss-my-camera.html' title='I Miss My Camera'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605384614642159175.post-7749584280714050861</id><published>2008-04-10T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:27:48.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>Well, in the end I ended up with &lt;strong&gt;diploma in event management&lt;/strong&gt; and currently studying at &lt;strong&gt;Sunway University College&lt;/strong&gt;. I never knew Event Management is called as 活动管理 in mandarin until I read the newspaper one day. It's better than what I used to call 节目策划.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since there are so much people bugging my dad saying SUC is a college which is congested with rich brats, I always get &lt;em&gt;free lectures&lt;/em&gt; in the car even before my day in the college actually started. Nothing is going to prove to him that I will &lt;strike&gt;try&lt;/strike&gt; not follow the lifestyle of the rich and the famous(of course I wish I could).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courses in the Event Management are very interesting, but that doesn't mean it is going to be easy to ace it. 事实刚好相反(The truth is totally opposite). Only &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; seniors passed the mid-semester exam for one of the paper, out of 20+ of them. I fear the subjects even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is easy in this world despite Adidas said:"&lt;em&gt;Nothing is impossible&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure people at other courses feel the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The another thing in college life that almost put me in the state of epilepsy is actually &lt;strong&gt;the price of the textbooks&lt;/strong&gt;. RM150 for a 600 pages thick hardcover book. Assuming I need 2 books per semester and I have 7 semesters complete, RM150 X 2 X 7 = RM2100. You know what? I rather save the money for &lt;em&gt;laptop&lt;/em&gt; later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, the original books are &lt;strong&gt;COLOURFUL&lt;/strong&gt;. It is far more interesting than the black and white photostated copy of it. Hard decision, hard choice.&lt;em&gt; *Smack palm to the forehead*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most anticipated part is the &lt;strong&gt;student ID&lt;/strong&gt;. It means, student price movie ticket, student discount for ticket and free entrance for pubs during college night on Wednesday. You have no idea how happy am I when I receive my very own Student ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally a &lt;strong&gt;college student&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really fun though. As you have to rush class to class and assignments after assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it is the next phase in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605384614642159175-7749584280714050861?l=shawn-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7749584280714050861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4605384614642159175&amp;postID=7749584280714050861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/7749584280714050861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605384614642159175/posts/default/7749584280714050861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/2008/04/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Jun Haw Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-puNgZcUemBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H4piIrYqCMM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
