<?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-9201090374184842642</id><updated>2012-02-13T09:15:48.788+08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Experience'/><category term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Mist in da forest</title><subtitle type='html'>Heavy mist in one of da forest far inside the world...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-272299525014347981</id><published>2011-01-20T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T01:04:27.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Everyone will have their own secret, maybe not much but there must be at least one. What i want to discuss is how seriously should you take when a person or your friend say that is a secret, or keep it as secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Things happened months ago, and i did ask to keep it as secret. Maybe that time when i say that it seems i am joking, but the sentence "Keep it as secret" did come out from my mouth, so what should you deal with it? Take it seriously or think maybe he just joking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That time when i know you share it with some of those friends that both of us know, i might be alright with it. But as i stated in my first law, no people will have the same feeling for the same thing after time pass, even just one second. Mean i might think back at night and think that you should not did that to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No mood to write more now, hand pain cuz of playing cards. Sayonara and oyasuminasai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-272299525014347981?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/272299525014347981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=272299525014347981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/272299525014347981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/272299525014347981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2011/01/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-2897894057790596837</id><published>2011-01-10T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:54:48.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010/2011</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2010 pass with mostly black and white, plus some color [Remember, SOME..]. What i have done in the past few months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I might made my group member's project get a low mark&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I might made some friend hates me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I might spend too much on many things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I become more emo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think too much, much more than last 2 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and etc... mostly not a good one [when you see this mean i am emo again?]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I just came back from my 3 months "engineering internship", i have a very good experience from there, not bout my electronic field, but "Philosophy of Life", sounds perasan, haha. Dun ever wanna think back or talk back bout the working experience if you ask me, but if from what i learnt, i might tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2011 resolution, after motivated by one friend, here it is, my updated blog post. First thing come into my mind is:"What is resolution?" Resolution, for me is those pixel kind of thingy when you want to buy printer, like dots per pixel, or your screen resolution. So 2011 resolution mean what is my pixel in 2011? I presume resolution have another feeling, which is something like what i wish to do in 2011. So here goes again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn my Japanese, nihon-go wo benkyou shimasu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to become a human. Not joking, human nowadays not behave like human...TRUE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue my story for my game&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn better in my academic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Score better in my academic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Join more activities [only activity i like]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and etc [all those good thing lo...]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh yeah, and sing K, watch movie and etc, but let me count my budget first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lastly, is kinda late, Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-2897894057790596837?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/2897894057790596837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=2897894057790596837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/2897894057790596837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/2897894057790596837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2011/01/20102011.html' title='2010/2011'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-5511007549405561894</id><published>2010-12-18T08:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T08:12:22.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>So suddenly...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So suddenly, i am here again. Does not feel like want to take a nap, so i online a while and suddenly i found one thing, get some weird feeling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will not state what problem is that, since as my labels stated, is kind of personal. What i want to say is, please be fair to me. I understand what you all worry and i am worrying bout the same thing as well, thus i will not give any comment about what ever decision you have made, but let me make something clear out here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is always some people job when they already decide one thing, and they are the one who suppose to find the answer for it. He or she can actually make the answer without any further discussion with others, since is his or her own business. But for this case, i agree that he discuss with people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why i am always the one who get ignored? Not because of i never join the discussion, but think back the very first time when we meet? I am the one responsible for all the decision from my friends, but actually it should not happened like that. Maybe you are the one who got contributions to reach the place first and etc, but dont you think it is hard for me to break my promise just because a discussion that you all have made without letting me know?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eveytime when i think a solution for the same problem occurs, you all will reject it. May i know why? Mean my solution is not a solution? Your solution is the one to be followed? i already break the promise at the first time, and maybe many times as well due to the unstandardize [dono how to spell] system that you all made.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least, i still remember what happened at the first time. Honestly i am not angry or mad about it, since many years has passed. But, do pay attention to my solution sometimes. Don't ever judge a people that you and I not so close to, just by looking at the physical site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-5511007549405561894?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/5511007549405561894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=5511007549405561894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5511007549405561894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5511007549405561894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-suddenly.html' title='So suddenly...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-8209944008223706763</id><published>2010-11-02T07:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T07:56:23.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Truth... or false !?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**This will definitely will be a long and bored one. And who those who might concern, just pm or sms me if you think I should not post this, although I din't post up your name...**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Recently saw a post from my fren, and realize she was having a not very happy life now. Well, i might can understand what she feels. Try and think of her situation. For me, although sometimes I say I don't mind, just let it be, i will not put too many hope into it again... and etc. But believe it or not, my heart, some part of it, still hoping that what I wish will come true. Is really annoying when you get alone while others were so happy, going out together, and they always promised you with something but never run into it. I felt quite "lonely" when reading the post, honestly I hope she can manage to cope with it. Some people might say add oil, you can do it... but we are not the ones who feel it, so does she or he really need that? I post a comment on her post, but not even a single minute after that, i found out her second post posting a thanks to her boyfren, appreciate him how he accompany her through phone and etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I faster delete the comment that i just posted. Not because of anything special [have to clarify since all my fren was crazy, some will say i like this girl, some will say i am a light bulb or etc... but honestly, treat you as fren...], but because I know her boyfren can help her for sue, plus i am emo at that particular moments, so better dun post a wrong thing. But i did a stupid move again, haha... i purposely sms her on the next day while her lunch time [guessing her lunch time...] and hope the few sms can help her pass through, since lunch time is the only time a worker can freely sms without scolded by big boss, lol. Well, what i want to clarify here is, look this situation in a different perspective, treat it as something which will make you feel better, that kind of sad feeling i almost have once a month is not something good... find some people who can trust and chat with them. Friends is always there when you ever need help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As I mentioned above, fren always there when you need them. Now I am gonna post something which seems conflict with what i state. Yesterday my fren having a video call with my another group of frens, and from there can felt they are happy now. So my fren keep on saying how wonderful it is if I was the one with them now. What come into my mind that particular moment is:"The Law Of IF". People must always satisfied with what you have, no matter good or bad in order to make life simple and having a more happy life. Besides, good or bad can exchange quite fast if you manage to view it from other perspectives. Below is one example for the law which i think by myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You wake up in the morning, realize you were late to work. So you faster go prepare everything, but your heart keep telling yourself:"If i didn't watch movie till so late yesterday, i might even not going to rush like hell just like what am i doing now". Finally you done with it, you rush to office and you might scolded by boss, or you arrive at time but not very comfort since you sweats a lot. But did you ever think back, what will happened if you wake up early in that morning, but you will be the one in the car accident which you saw when you rushing to office just now. Life might not be as so "ngam ngam" as i said, and I am not telling you to forget what have you done mistake and find an excuse for it. Besides learning from what have you done wrong, think from others way to make you happy and more satisfied. Time passed cannot be earn back, so learn the lesson and use it on the future but not always lock yourself into it. "If" might sounds good in your mind but when in real time, will it go as smooth as what you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Another thing i want to mention. Call your family, your beloved one when ever you think of them, at least not once amonth to indicate you are caring of them. Life does not have so many 10 years as you wish, don't regret something when you come to it and use "if", as i mentioned "if" is not that "if" as you wish, think about it before you critique my post. Maybe I wrong all, but definitely, i am very sure there is sure something you might learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So emo now, and that's why a long post here. Just call me or inform me if you think this post already "hit" your privacy... and a very good morning to all of you. Ohaiyou Gozaimasu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-8209944008223706763?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/8209944008223706763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=8209944008223706763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8209944008223706763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8209944008223706763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/11/truth-or-false.html' title='Truth... or false !?'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-8554054600747601599</id><published>2010-10-31T13:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T14:50:30.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Mind</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today was a day, Saturday but not a very normal day for me. As usual wake up in the morning, shower, boil water and etc, preparing for another training day. My site manager sit on my bed while I was having a relaxing shower, cause he want to use the bathroom too. I didn't realize that when I open the door, then I suddenly realize a black shadow sitting on my bed, staring at me. His face was too dark [0630 in the morning], but there is some light "shine" around his body shape [perimeter in math]. So I was shocked, but when he tell my others two friends, they all laugh at me. Oh my god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nothing special since than, till the time we are going back home from work, me and my friend was assigned to take some pictures from ADWB. Now i swear I didn't see any notice at the entering, and all the workers inside there was wearing safety shoes. So we go inside, take pictures. Suddenly when we want to go out, a main-con fatty sh*t ***** guy stand at the entrence, shouting at us:"KELUAR, TAK NAMPAR ORANG SUDAH COVER DENGAN SELIMUT KE?" So my friend and I was shocked, and we faster go out. My friend was a veyr nice guy, before he leaving, he turn around and say:"Bang, sorry ya, kami tak tau tak boleh pakai kasut masuk...", but the fatty **** ***** never accpet it, and say:"KELUAR, JANGAN BAGI SAYA TENGOK MUKA KAU ORANG LAGI!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now the thing I want to mention here is I am not angry or sad cause scolded, but the attitude of that fellow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You always complain those sub-con never mention black and white to you, but in case all of them got. Now did you mention black and white, telling NO SHOE ALLOWED?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We already say sorry to you, you just wont try to accept it. At least just calm down and advise us, that i can accept. You should not turn up your volumn and continue shouting. This not make us shame, but make yourself shame, what a barbarian.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The most important thing is, it seems like he just scold person from our company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As a conclusion, I wish to mention again, human are human. I am human, you are human, they are human as well. Even though not human, but still a life beings. Threat others as you wish how others threat you. One more thing to clarify, I know I am easy get bullied, but do you ever think that I am really get bullied or I purposely get bullied? Don't think a person like me will be in so good mood and let you all bully all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-8554054600747601599?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/8554054600747601599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=8554054600747601599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8554054600747601599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8554054600747601599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/10/mind.html' title='Mind'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-7792440456461965178</id><published>2010-10-29T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T23:34:37.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Title for today was post, so people who know me well will basically know that my post today will be very rojak post, mix all my feeling inside a single piece of post, how selling fish am i. For someone who does not like to read rojak ppost, you might skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As usual, i think too much again. Today while dinner I suddenly think of so many thing, thing that have been past and thing that I think too much. People nowadays always think a lot, can say their curiousity is getting worst and worst. A person say he or she miss you due to long time no see, but you will think that he or she just say that to comfort you, or just say that for fun, as he got nothing to do, or even worst, he or she miss you because without you, no people can let them fool around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now, this few days I keep on repeating a same move, but i think no people will realize it unless he got nothing to do and steer at me for 24 hours. I keep on peep at my phone, hoping some one will call me no matter what thing he or she want to ask me. Already been here for bout 3 weeks or even one months, can't say so miss my family and fren, but just lonely. Everyday, many people will call my friend, but i was sitting there doing nothing and kinda jealous, why so many people will waste credit to blow water with them, but i am lonely there, smiling at them when they turn to look at me, with their phone besides their ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last thing before i end my things, i am ok with what ever world give me, but this does not mean i am ok with all those stupid jokes in every single second. I believe myself is to bring hapiness to people, but not as a fooling tools for you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-7792440456461965178?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/7792440456461965178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=7792440456461965178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7792440456461965178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7792440456461965178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/10/post.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-5233899013507714508</id><published>2010-10-27T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:23:18.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Shienji</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Well, guess most of you will not understand what is the true meaning of my title today, maybe dun have this word also in the world. Initially plan to upload something kinda emo, sad and blue today, but thanks to some "Golden Treasure", teach me have to think positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wake up in this morning without sleep back, just to search for some software and use it in this 2 and a half months, but end up I success found it, but my netbook resolution cannot support it. Is kind of dissapointing cuz my dream was full of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My friend tell me I was acting weird today, just because I done a few thing which i think is normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I suddenly scream in the office.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I use a hammer and bang the table in the office.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot pay attention to what they all say while dinner time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I talk lesser than normal day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So what is happening to me? Just have a guess, but I think the answer should be different for many people. My personal answer is BLUE come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Few idea come into my mind, about create some game, plot of the game, character, story and etc... but too sad, I dont have the time to do it...I promise I will do one game that I like, according to my dream world and my true feel some day. Who ever want to share some idea with me, you are so welcome to do so, honestly and faithfully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-5233899013507714508?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/5233899013507714508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=5233899013507714508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5233899013507714508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5233899013507714508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/10/shienji.html' title='Shienji'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-2372314976780728756</id><published>2010-10-15T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T17:23:41.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think I should not keep on uploading my internship dairy here, since some company have their own private and confidential stuff. This few days, day pass quite fast. Early in the morning wake up at 0630, fill in water for my intern roommates, then brush teeth, boil water, shower, eat breakfast at home, go site, come back and shower. After do something which is nothing, go to sleep, and this will loop for 6/7 days. What a boring life and routine is it. Of cause, site is not as bored as what you all think, except today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My site manager got nothing to let me do today. What will you feel, if you sitting in a cabin, done nothing but others got things to do. Won't you feel useless? So here am I again to think too much. Why site manager does not have any task to give me? Basically i divide my answer to two section:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I done my work till site manager also feel frustrated to see my job. Everything he will ask from others trainee but not me, so is clearly show that others did a better job than me. My heart feel kinda sad and dissapointed with myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Totally opposite wo 1., but i know it is impossible. You think I will do all perfectly and done my job so fast till site manager also does not have a task to give me?Impossible~~~ well, think of this song again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Well, it seems i think too much again. Off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-2372314976780728756?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/2372314976780728756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=2372314976780728756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/2372314976780728756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/2372314976780728756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/10/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-7412177373501376604</id><published>2010-10-09T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T23:45:58.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Few days of intern</title><content type='html'>5th october 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today woon hoon come and fetch us. Reach there kinda early, but still go up and pretend busy. Early in the morning asked by Steven Ng to clean stuff in the white house. That place was nice. Previously stayed by those korean people, and they leave a lot of thing after move. We assigned to clean those things up, and i guess the thing will become my company's staff's belonging if they want to.[Who knows they will take?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then print something from the net. One manual is 500++ pages, really dono how to describe my feeling. Then have a dinner with jack Chang. He was so so ... Dono how to explain. Ms lim ask is there any cooking facilities in JB, some of us went there before say NO,omg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After that, asked by a lady to move thing. Really wanna kill the company already. Ask so many of us go move a 150++ kg thing [so many people also hard to move, can imagine the weight of it.] Somemore the guard show off like he is the manager or CEO, keep on insulting us. Wait and see, if you continue like this, threat us like a low cost labor, I will not let you all go that easy, trust me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then Mr.Tan assigned us some marking and research job. It is about finding the magnetic door and card reader door from some layout. In the middle, i accidentally ask who smoking [is Mr.Tan smoking], i personally think i dint make him angry that much, but who knows,some people might so care even if a little bit [like me maybe]. Tomorrow going to sit bus go JB, which i hate.Why cant you all organized nicely? Want us to go but threat us like that. I cant be patient all the time. I am human not god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th october 2010&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Early in the morning sit cab go Wangsa Maju LRT station. Sit LRT to Masjid Jamek and change into Bukit Jalil. Meet with Ping to get his Wiggy. Sit Transtar bus to go Johor. Bus ticket write start at 0930, end up start at 1030. What a nice trip to sleep along the way. Finally reach Johor-Taman Jaya at 1430. Digistar worker, Nadmin come and fetch us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Reach cabin. Ah heng, was totally different from my imagination. All the people here were friendly and willing to help. First day we just introduce ourself and start doing some Sample board stff, about the wires sample. Of cause, before that, wewas brought to the so called hostel. Not very clean as what i imagine, and we haven have our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After that follow Nadmin back home. Clean the house twice before waiting for Jacho. Finally they are back and it seems Ah Heng is not in a quite good mood. So we just write our daily report before waiting for him to ask us dinner. Dinner at 228 restaurant. Then he kindly brought us go to carefour for our daily stuff. Back to home continue cleaning the stuff before sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What is my expectation during the next 2.5 month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th october 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wake up at 0615, prepare my self for the first day in Johor, assume la. Ah heng finally woke up and we go to office together. Sweap the floor, clean the office and arrange all the document nicely. After that move the Color Dome Camera to the contenna. Next, we get a catalogue and modify the Sample board. Arrange according to the book, and print out the edited version of catalogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Next was the photo taking session. First go to 1st and 2nd class of Hospital Permai. Taking picture to make sure Digistar won't sue by the main company due to late summision.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Window to prevent stealing&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ceiling to make a basement for alarm installation&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nurse center to hold a unique room for safety purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Next go back cabin, edit the photo name, typing content page and front page for catalogue. Heng was in a meeting, this has cause us fail lunch at 2pm. But meeting is more important, so we ask him to take his time, slowly make perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Finally, we went back cabin, and check the flowpan of Hospital Permai, assigned by Khairul. We have learnt how to see the number of door needed in a side and check the correctness of a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th october 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Did nothing today but finish some simple job. Reach cabin as usual, throw rubbish plus sweap the floor once a while. Was assignned by Heng to do method statement. Since it is an engineering field, dun dare to simply do, so always refer to jacho. Before lunch, we finally finish it, but found out it was not wat Heng needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Edit the method statement into single method statement. Then do a linking router to comm room job. It was not that easy as i thought since every way i found was more than 80 meters, which i think propably will affect the effectiveness of the network system for Hosp. Permai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th october 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today early in the morning waiting Heng to wake up, cause want to ask him is it he want the water. Then went to Cabin around the same time again, continue sweaping floor and edit the linking router part. Around 915, i assume is Jack call Heng, ask us no need to do linking part anymore, what the world, should I say Nice or WTW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So Heng ask me to calculate based on the Autocad LT drawing. I finally found out how to calculate distance in the software, so this make things simple and i can double check as fast as I can. After that, I also assigned by Heng to calculate the distance for the fibre optics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-7412177373501376604?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/7412177373501376604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=7412177373501376604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7412177373501376604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7412177373501376604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/10/few-days-of-intern.html' title='Few days of intern'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-8499038315095451197</id><published>2010-10-04T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:30:08.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Intern @ 1</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today was my first day working,although it is just an internship program, but since yesterday night I can't sleep well. Done a funny thing again, wake up early in the morning just to make sure my housemate can wake up in time. Then waiting for my car pool system till 0820 only start moving... Really don't know how to describe.Ampang is a very jam area, yet you all dare to move slowly, but I cant blam any of you, since i am just the pessenger, no right to ask or ordering right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Luckily we all arrive sharp at 0850, but my heart almost stop functioning at that particular moment.Thought all will be alright, till the HR officer proudly tell us, three of us have been selected to follow the program in Johor. Few reasons i hope i won't be the lucky person, because i am a home baby, my noob car is about to start and etc. There is something which make me want to go also, obviously go there can learn more,more practical job and more independent live and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The officer announce the name and I was the 4th name called. 4 will be the choosen one, three from the choosen one have to go.I am the lucky one, or am I the poor guy? Company ask me to go Johor, stay at their hostel, and work for everyday, Monday till Saturday, with the extra allowance RM300. Really omg this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One thing i learn from today's working, the boss will never appreciate you when you done your work and sitting down there, enjoying your air cond. He or she will rather see you doing something although the thing you are doing you done slowly, or you pretend to do something. So almost everyone today, just pretend they are all busy, including me as well. Of cause at the same time I was thinking should I reject the task assigned or just leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Honestly, the other two was friend of mine.I am ok to stay with them, maybe I think too much again, but will they prefer to choose others rather than I, going to stay with them. Hope everything will be alright, really hope so. Since the company say all thing is PNC [which i think should be refer to private and confidential], so there will be seldom pictures uploaded regarding my work, but not my hostel. Will take a picture with my phone if i am too free to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What I learn to do today is how to photocopy. It seems easy, and it really easy,but a lot of knowledge behind it. Like how frequently u need to use side paper, how frequently you will have to add paper again, how to fix the machine from paper jam and etc. Then I also have been told to do some paper searching work, which i personally think can learn something also, but maybe not that much. Thats all for the first day in my intern, maybe this is the only, since when i get to JB, there will no more internet access for me...I must be tough, i must be confidence...I know i can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-8499038315095451197?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/8499038315095451197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=8499038315095451197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8499038315095451197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8499038315095451197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/10/intern-1.html' title='Intern @ 1'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-3397677859475446076</id><published>2010-10-03T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T00:26:54.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Lesson from Bufday...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today was my fren's bufday. This is the first time ever i made my decision to go someone's party. This is also the reason why i spend my whole day yesterday just to think what should I buy for her, but luckily this problem solved, is all thanks to my friend, thanks a lot. Doumo Arigatou Gozaimasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now the bufday party was ok... just that i tot all should be my same age people in that party. This is the party I first time enter, where 3 generations involve. What a wonderful experience, although i kinda nervous, sit together with elder and dono want to give wat reaction. Luckily my fren go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The thing that I learn from today experience is ... I dono what is the suitable words to use. One of my fren, the one help me to buy present, actually ride motorcycle from Wangsa Maju to PJ. Ya, some of you might think:"che, near near nia ma......", but for me it is very not easy to did that. Alone, not so familiar with the road, dare to come and celebrate fren's bufday. The part that make me scare is he dare to ride home at 11.00pm, raining some more. For me, I wont dare to go to bufday party if i am alone. Some more i scare i lost in the city... What should I say is: Marvelous, you did it and u become part of my idol in my life.... Bravo [Honestly not blow water de.... ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TKdcbV1V9VI/AAAAAAAAAno/ERXfMyYQ94A/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TKdcbV1V9VI/AAAAAAAAAno/ERXfMyYQ94A/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523485092780307794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy bufday to my fren, and Bravo to my fren as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-3397677859475446076?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/3397677859475446076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=3397677859475446076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3397677859475446076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3397677859475446076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/10/lesson-from-bufday.html' title='Lesson from Bufday...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TKdcbV1V9VI/AAAAAAAAAno/ERXfMyYQ94A/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-3992837045706455419</id><published>2010-10-01T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T21:38:18.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Day dreaming...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Please kindly take a look at my label - talking craps. So you all can ignore this if no free time, or ignore this in case you dun wanna get emo. Today the whole day I did nothing, just sit down there and thinking what should I buy for my friend. Wonder why is it so hard to think of a tiny or huge thing to buy... many consideration need to be taken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She or he like it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She or he have it d?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She or he need it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wat she or he will think?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Besides this, I would like to take this opportunity to say congrats to all my friend who finally safely back to their hometown. Hope they have a wonderful holidays and great experience in internship. Hope the same thing applied to me tooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TKXjb6FGH4I/AAAAAAAAAng/UUWYgM44PVo/s1600/dream_standard_1280x960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TKXjb6FGH4I/AAAAAAAAAng/UUWYgM44PVo/s320/dream_standard_1280x960.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523070586626383746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day dreaming... hope to see the moon soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;** found out that there are still many thing i dun dare to say... in here... thats why my post is like today's**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-3992837045706455419?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/3992837045706455419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=3992837045706455419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3992837045706455419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3992837045706455419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/10/few-days-holiday.html' title='Day dreaming...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TKXjb6FGH4I/AAAAAAAAAng/UUWYgM44PVo/s72-c/dream_standard_1280x960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-4719452646300694264</id><published>2010-09-29T11:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T12:10:47.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>浩瀚的海</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I also dono what shjould i type there, so a simple ... should make it. I think yesterday my blog post kinda rushing and not so complete, so here am I again to finish the incomplete version. [Why not just edit previous post? Cuz wanna add more entries in blog lo...lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Holiday for a few days before internship start, and all my friend went back. Some still here but stay so so far away [most important thing is I am not that close to them...] So i think you can guess what is my feeling now, kinda lonely but happy plus sad. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My label for today's post is talking craps, which suit all my post since the first day i blog. Just wanna tell that, now no more Monopoly gang, will play alone and act as 2-4 ppl playing. Omg. Dono what to type d, just simply add another post cuz bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TKK76oQ4urI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/hECQPNQh1XA/s1600/sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TKK76oQ4urI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/hECQPNQh1XA/s320/sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522182709024701106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raise your arms, feel the sea before intern...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-4719452646300694264?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/4719452646300694264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=4719452646300694264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/4719452646300694264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/4719452646300694264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_29.html' title='浩瀚的海'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TKK76oQ4urI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/hECQPNQh1XA/s72-c/sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-6314482377566440864</id><published>2010-09-29T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T01:05:30.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Finally, it done...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Finally, i think you all can guess what am i trying to say... my exam finally finish. Oh yeah, but kinda disappointing to my exam answer. Well, never mind, what passed ald pass, look forward to the new come challenge. A kinda important thing i learn from this time exam is "Way of taigong Studying", lol, sounds so officially. I realize my way of studying is "Forcing but not to force, Stressful but not that stress". One of my friend told me something which i agree, if you know then mean you know, dono no matter how you force yourself also you still dono [with the criterion you have put effort into it when u study, only if that when you still dono can consider "dono"]. Confusing? Yup, kinda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today after exam found out my calculator missing some where, oh my god. Haiz, why so careless? Went for another sing K session, this time meet with some course-mates, friends and a lecturer. Wow, fantastic is it? Able to sing K with your lecturer, which mean lesser gap btw a student and a tutor. Not like in some place written:"Student are prohibited from entering", what for set a huge gap? You are lecturer or tutor, you sure got something more "geng" than us, but wat written make me feel that:"You are god, we are not"... frustrating!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No picture for today post, cuz dun have lo. Before end my thing, list out something i wish to do in this next few months [internship time]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish my noob car project, successfully [can move can d..lol]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish my coding competition which i enter cuz wanna get a free T-Shirt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nihon-go wo benkyou shimasu [hope some of my friend can join vf me, learn together]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to release stress in the following three months&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maybe, just maybe, manage to create a simple RPG [maybe mean 1% nia]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;etc... cant think of now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-6314482377566440864?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/6314482377566440864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=6314482377566440864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6314482377566440864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6314482377566440864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/09/finally-it-done.html' title='Finally, it done...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-2649343465362403123</id><published>2010-09-26T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T11:07:25.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Well, I really dono what title should I put, since this is another rojak post. Before starting my mumbling again [is it call mumbling? some ppl if you have read and know the ans just pm me], congratz to all my friend who have done their Finals and gambatte kudasai for those who haven done, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Read through some of my friend's post, found out some of them really like me, even have some same characteristic. Then I dono how to continue... I am not a person or human being who so pro in expressing my feeling via words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TJ62cZ6KJNI/AAAAAAAAAnI/4rajQaRQqbM/s1600/color+ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TJ62cZ6KJNI/AAAAAAAAAnI/4rajQaRQqbM/s320/color+ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521050792310219986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is all those circle about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is what come into my mind when I think friends. You see, different people have different characteristic, different color. Some might be near to you, just like the light blur ring and the green ring, but you will not ever have him or she to exist in your life. Some of you maybe is a friend of a group, just like yellow ring, but did any people accept them in their circle of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lolx, like to show off that I always think of weird thing via picture above? Nah, this is wat really come into my mind. Hontoni! Friend can be as much as you like, but how many will become best friend. Best friend might can be many also, but how many will really understand you? If there exist some one who really understand you, even if you din't say a thing to him or she, no matter she or he is ur enemy or friend or wat ever, trust me, maybe is your luck to get a person like she or he. Mumbling again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"没那么简单，就能找到聊的来得伴"&lt;br /&gt;-Is not that easy to find a life being who can actually talk to you-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"子期..."&lt;br /&gt;-Zi Qi...-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"知心者，何处寻"&lt;br /&gt;-A person who really understand you, where to find?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-2649343465362403123?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/2649343465362403123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=2649343465362403123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/2649343465362403123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/2649343465362403123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_26.html' title='...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TJ62cZ6KJNI/AAAAAAAAAnI/4rajQaRQqbM/s72-c/color+ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-4090813799106440176</id><published>2010-09-23T08:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T09:28:03.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Double Kill</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;These few days keep on thinking am I taking a wrong subject? Wat is the purpose of exam? Is it exam really can prove that you are good in that particular field if you score a very good mark in it? Is it "绝" aka "cruel" so important [at least it is important in my life]?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today was my friends' exam, all of them [2 diff course] having the same exam although diff sub, which is "Intro to Circuit Theory". Now i am so so nooby that i cant even answer a simple answer when they ask me. So one of them ask me:"Are you really from 3E?", now this add another question to me again, which i have to think through again. Let's get back to my first question, and the ans I would like to give is I am not sure i like 3E onot, but still clearly shown in my mind, the situation when I go register for Utar. I choose this sub because my father say engineering is good, and the whole name for 3E is damn damn long and cool [for me only maybe], so I just choose this and I get it. For me, I more prefer if my whole day assignment, job is just drawing, or thinking, but not studying how the flux go, how the current move, how to set condition for many many programming and etc. I just like to draw... something which is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Can an exam really show how "geng" you are in the field? Let say I get an "A" for this subject, mean I understand that subject? Mean I success cheat in exam[not me of cuz, i hate cheat in all kind of thing]? Or mean I am good in memorising answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"绝", a word that never exist in my dictionary till these few days. In my dictionary, this word mean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Won't feel pity when you see someone die in front of you [in exam]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dare to reject people who ask you question about the sub that you are studying or studied [due to you will wasitng your time and end up you will dun have enough time to settle your own stuff]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are you, I am still who am I. Dun care what you feel bout me, as long as I can save myself first&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Won't take initiative to offer help anymore as it is kinda wasting time for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now is it seems very selfish to you? Sometimes more selfish more better, oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Impossible by Shontelle[edited version, laugh ba...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago I have been told&lt;br /&gt;Life wasn't easy as I think&lt;br /&gt;Caution needed to survive&lt;br /&gt;I did, I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were genius I was not&lt;br /&gt;I was nooby and idiot&lt;br /&gt;I was careless , I forgot&lt;br /&gt;I did&lt;br /&gt;And now when all is come&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;You was right and so effortlessly&lt;br /&gt;You might won&lt;br /&gt;You can go ahead and tell all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them i was streesful&lt;br /&gt;Shout it from balcony&lt;br /&gt;Write it on the facebook&lt;br /&gt;All i believe gone now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them I was "Happy"&lt;br /&gt;and my heart was bleeding&lt;br /&gt;all my scars are open&lt;br /&gt;Tell them what i trust become&lt;br /&gt;Impossible, impossible&lt;br /&gt;impossible, impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling out from you is hard&lt;br /&gt;Falling with stress is damn easy&lt;br /&gt;Broken trust and confidence&lt;br /&gt;I know, I did&lt;br /&gt;Thinking what I need was there&lt;br /&gt;Building faith on friend get worst&lt;br /&gt;Empty promises, what I get&lt;br /&gt;I know[I did]&lt;br /&gt;And now when all settled&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing to argue&lt;br /&gt;and if you're done in give stress to me&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead by your own, tell all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them I was emo&lt;br /&gt;Tell them i was nooby&lt;br /&gt;write it in my laptop&lt;br /&gt;all thing is just nothing&lt;br /&gt;Warn you I was happy&lt;br /&gt;My heart can still breathing&lt;br /&gt;All my scares are curing&lt;br /&gt;If you think you won would be&lt;br /&gt;Impossible, impossible&lt;br /&gt;impossible, impossible&lt;br /&gt;impossible, impossible&lt;br /&gt;impossible, impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh impossible (oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago i have been told&lt;br /&gt;Life wasn't easy as I think&lt;br /&gt;Caution needed when come to it&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I was happy&lt;br /&gt;Shout it from the clift side&lt;br /&gt;Write it in my blog post&lt;br /&gt;all I scare was nothing&lt;br /&gt;Tell them I can survive&lt;br /&gt;Stress is nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;Wat I scare was nothing&lt;br /&gt;Tell them what i hate would be&lt;br /&gt;Impossible, impossible&lt;br /&gt;impossible, impossible&lt;br /&gt;impossible, impossible&lt;br /&gt;impossible, impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember years ago&lt;br /&gt;I were dying cuz of stress&lt;br /&gt;Now I am here still survive&lt;br /&gt;I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TJqqvt5_TyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/KW9HQ1fcJEY/s1600/rain_theme_by_sielojramu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TJqqvt5_TyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/KW9HQ1fcJEY/s320/rain_theme_by_sielojramu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519912030049357602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How much can you save?&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/9201090374184842642-4090813799106440176?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/4090813799106440176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=4090813799106440176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/4090813799106440176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/4090813799106440176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/09/double-kill.html' title='Double Kill'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TJqqvt5_TyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/KW9HQ1fcJEY/s72-c/rain_theme_by_sielojramu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-1793158149227922385</id><published>2010-09-22T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:56:25.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>中秋佳节快乐</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Before start my post for today, let me share something. My fren ask me can he critique me when I was study with him today, and of cause I would like him to do so. SO he said:"You know that you have a problem, which is you cannot keep a secret.. ". I admit it, with the special condition, you must tell me that what you say is a secret is a secret, then only i would treat it as a secret... So happy that he finally open his mouth and say that to me, i know this thing he wanna say so long ago. Finally today he tell me what he thought. SO happy, and honestly i accept it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But now i am thinking of another thing [see, think too much again...] why people like to keep so many secrets, including me myself. People always facing this world with many secrets... hmm, wonder why? Let's get back to my main title today: Happy Mooncake Festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today was Mooncake Festival, and i am alone in the house to study my EM. Can't say i feel alone or sad, since I am emoing now... wonder why am I emo. Nothing comes to my mind but a few sentence that suddenly pop out, which i would like to share out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;海上升明月，天涯共此时&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;独在异乡为异客，每逢佳节倍思亲&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nice sentence but i am not the creator, wanna see what i create while i was emoing? Sure you all will laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;阳台烛光两三枝&lt;br /&gt;微风轻轻的吹&lt;br /&gt;烛光眨了眨眼睛&lt;br /&gt;是欢迎微风的到来？&lt;br /&gt;是怕自己熄灭的命运？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;烛光照亮了漆黑的空间&lt;br /&gt;那短短的，弱弱的烛光&lt;br /&gt;带来了什么启发？&lt;br /&gt;暗示漆黑里的明亮？&lt;br /&gt;暗示微弱的生命？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一轮明月挂高空&lt;br /&gt;云朵轻轻的飘&lt;br /&gt;月光朦胧的映现&lt;br /&gt;表示月到中秋分外明？&lt;br /&gt;表示月挂高空独守城？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;月会圆，月儿弯&lt;br /&gt;月儿高高伴星辰&lt;br /&gt;望明月，倍思心&lt;br /&gt;举手量月盼夜清&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TJoYiIyuvPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/zvMBiJHkTlo/s1600/4879cfac4ebbe17b1f17e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TJoYiIyuvPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/zvMBiJHkTlo/s320/4879cfac4ebbe17b1f17e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519751268050844914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;半月悬挂无际的海中，淡淡的月光，弥漫的气息，温和的海风，朦胧的海面&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-1793158149227922385?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/1793158149227922385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=1793158149227922385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1793158149227922385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1793158149227922385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='中秋佳节快乐'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TJoYiIyuvPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/zvMBiJHkTlo/s72-c/4879cfac4ebbe17b1f17e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-990948132877826286</id><published>2010-09-19T14:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T15:03:50.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Revive!!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It seems that this site has been revived after the damn long emoing post since last few days. Finally I found out a more better method to express my BS aka "bo song" in this site since no people will come and take a look unless being told to do so, even if they come they cant just simply assume they are the one i am talking about rite? If they really do so, what is in your mind now? In my mind now is something make you think you are the one... so maybe you should just admit it... but if you feel the one is not u, all what i write is not suit you although u feel i am talking bout u, well, just ignore it. Make life simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday aka saturday was a bored day. End up i go to my fren house just to play Monopoly Deal and blow water... when i make decision to come back home due to all "leg" aka kaki wanna sleep d, i found out i am still alone. My housemate was not in da house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of them go celebrate his best fren's gf birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of them only appear in house when the next day is exam date&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of them ald back to house due to too tired&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of them ... speechless. He try to bet with me telling me he is not going back so early, he will back at midnight. End up when he open house door, the first thing he told me was:"I am going back home now.." [that time was 2pm ++, well, for him is midnight]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of them only appear in the house when sleeping time, other time he study in fren house, wish i could be like him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of them is me, obviously you know where am i...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Before i end this so called mixed or rojak post [my fren say long post mean rojak and he dun like to read rojak, thats why i everytime write short short now...], ORANGE just send this link to one of my fren, to let him or her know wat actually SHE feel in the past few days. OMG, what should i say? The only thing i wish for now is the misunderstood wont get worst.... pray for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It seems like i have to clarify another thing for HER. Remember what have ORANGE did during the day before the 2nd exam? Well, he just purposely go delay the help offered in FB for some one... not delete help, but delete some comment in order to avoid people see I am actually offering help for that particular subject. Why? I think some people will understand if he continue to follow up this blog post since last few days... and arr, the ans for this is not they abnormal answer for the question "Y, because..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;春来春去&lt;br /&gt;花开片地&lt;br /&gt;风来尽散&lt;br /&gt;枯叶片天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-990948132877826286?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/990948132877826286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=990948132877826286&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/990948132877826286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/990948132877826286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/09/revive.html' title='Revive!!'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-7350738064934297289</id><published>2010-09-18T16:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T14:38:53.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Well, today is saturday; today i wake up at 2pm; today when i wake up i was alone; today when wake up She is still there. Wake up at 8am in the morning just to make sure my housemate can wake up and attend for exam, since he say he normally cant wake up by himself. Is it i did a stupid move again? Wake up after a 3 hour sleep just to make sure he can attend class, then sleep back again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today my heart still cant get a well rest... due to a reason i dono why. Thanks to my fren who actually come and take a look at my post and some even leave comment either in msn or in blog here. Did I inform you all that i won't be reply any comment here? If nop, well i am telling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a special post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although ald pass so many unhappy thing, but I am still who I am, i wont SLY DEAL, FORCE DEAL or even DEAL BREAKER wat is not belong to me...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope i dun nid to use IS MY BIRTHDAY in order to get something, since is useless to do so, wat for force people to give me wat i want when they dun feeli like to give it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;From now on i will put as many MONEY as i can aside, as a backup for those unhappy thing... since it can protect your properties&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JUST SAY NO, which is the thing i am trying to learn now. If there exist a card name "JUST BE HONEST", i wish i could use it....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TJR6IcRGmeI/AAAAAAAAAmw/QnURVPcB2G8/s1600/pic424924_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TJR6IcRGmeI/AAAAAAAAAmw/QnURVPcB2G8/s320/pic424924_md.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518169728881170914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just spend some money to bought this card game. The first time ever i&lt;br /&gt;willing to take out money to buy game thing besides assignment thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-7350738064934297289?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/7350738064934297289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=7350738064934297289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7350738064934297289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7350738064934297289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/09/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TJR6IcRGmeI/AAAAAAAAAmw/QnURVPcB2G8/s72-c/pic424924_md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-4730011217160234876</id><published>2010-09-17T22:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T02:32:04.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Impossible~</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Impossible, a song introduced by my fren to me when i go study with them. Long time did not write my blog due to a very common reason, which is lazy. Lazy can drag or even pull you down in many things, but sometimes it just become the most suitable way or a method for you to keep relax when you are emoing, which what am i feeling now. Found out that i am really have potential in mumbling[how to spell? watever again...], can relate a song to my feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wat happened in this sem might seems good actually but it is not in the fact or at the back of it. Assignment was coming as usual and as usual last minute work again except one particular assignment. This sem pay a lot for assignment work which is around 300 ald, haha, but end up all spoil one by one, or maybe mulfunction one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There is one thing which i realize this sem, which i think i am actually more comfort in being alone, but is it? Assignment time i think all of you should know wat actually happened if you see my emoing wall post in facebook. Maybe it just seems like too irritating but at least this is wat i felt and at least i have to find a place to express it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Zi Qi" is wat i am searching now after i watch one movie by Lee Hom. Fren easy to find, easy to maintain relationship and etc, but zi qi is not. Fren can easily missing from your point of view or collapse from your list. Well, now i am feeling there is something around me, something taste lonely, something taste sad, something taste "impossible"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today was another exam which I feel i can get through it, at least not like others sub... this is a special sub for me. Honestly i dint pay too much effort in it but thing just arrange nicely, byte by byte in my memory register. My mind can actually work like a machine language when i see the assembly coding. Maybe it sounds too LCLY, but honestly, i dun wanna make any words or clarify anything that i wish to express, dump inside a deep hole due to dun want let HER sad or unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What for everytimes think bout others feeling while me myself might suffering from thinking all of this? Thing might seems like CASE A for you but for me maybe is CASE B. You won't know what i am actually feel when u feel something, agree? Well, at least 7 of them agree. So i will try to write what i feel now here, without any secret anymore... why? Dun ask... is not the "funny ans" for this ans anymore, cuz it is serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Many of my fren say i am thinking too much, which i agree and i wont change that kind of characteristic of mine. Since the very first day of sem i already make my point of view very very clear [aka totemo clear..], dun come and borrow notes from me at the very last moment. Ya, i know i wont be using it at that particular moment, but cant u just come and borrow from me at least a week or a few days[aka 7 days] before it? It is quite annoying to hear this kind of asking permission question while i was studying, and you know i cant say No as easy as you all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Next is the study method, from the first day of studying for this final i realise group study have a very marvelous magic. Learn better and more efficient way. But from there also, i found out that not all people suitable for group studying. If you see this and you feel maybe u are the one i am talking about, ok, i am fine with it. But before u angry or u wanna say some rude word to me, think deeply, am i simply "wat" you or is there is actually something wrongs going on? Think pls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Start from that particular moment, I know i at least found some fren suitable for studying, after count, at least 4 come into my mind now... Maybe you feel angry that i did not invite you for the other group study, but here is the real reason which i want to share now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not god, i cant even help myself in some sub[micro p for exp], thus if u come might ruin up all my dreams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some give me a feeling that you wish me to tell you all what i know before you work on it, yup, sounds getting LC d is it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Group study mean i am not the only one fellow in the study environment. There is other human being and not i dun wanna invite, but if i invite will they agree? Think from my turtle fur point of view which is kinda silly...lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is not your fault 80%, is mine.... did you ever think of sometimes even if you are not the worst fellow, i dint invite u? Sure there is something and i think you are more clear than me, what i am trying to say here&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I really seldom on my laptop this few days due to some reason: I dint at my home for 90% and i am study while i am at home, WITHOUT  on my laptop. I am not as good as you think, maybe you think i am LC, look down you or you, dun wanna teach you all, but did you all actually think from what is my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today when back, radio broadcasting a song- "Impossible" which suite my feeling, damn suit... impposible for me to get my dream marks for my dream sub. Impossible for others to understand me, impossible for other to think wat am i feeling now... Then after that song was another song, again introduced by the same group of fren again-"Love the way you lie", I wish I could be honest without lie, Just Say NO, but i dint, cuz SHE grab my hand while i was about to step out my first step, fren is hard than what i say just now, to maintain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;From the moment i reach home, i cant hear anything, but some water droping sounds, from no where. Lazy lazy till 1030pm, finally made up my mind go for shower session. At the shower room, feels that the air around is not cool, but kinda lonely cool... feel quite weird when thinking i might did some wrong move in past few days, which will cause my list getting shorter. Suddenly viewing point getting darker and darker... I know my eyes full of water at that time, or maybe i am too stress.... silly and quite "cold" ho, a big old man write something so girlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nah, just dun think too much.... that is wat DARK tell me. Oh ya, thx to my fren who willing to share his knowledge vf me in my dream sub, without you i think i cant even pass 3 question today, although 80% of that is wrong[not confident, my characteristic...] and etc... I know maybe this is I am acting too fren to u, mean u are actually just know me and i just keep on walk around you acting like i know you for so long and you feel irritating.... but thx anywhere, I learn from many of you. Thanks for give me a first experience to overnight at fren house because of studying purpose, thanks for provide me some exp in studying and playing at the sametimes, thanks for everything and etc.... Next i would like to share a video clip, which of cuz from youtube and i own nothing of it.... Impossible by Shontelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c353adb35cd573a3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc353adb35cd573a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331255403%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D441BBA4012A87CC68D3F2D2A3BE8046B1AD27568.376CE7EAE5EAC62BCD08460F5DA588B58E155AA8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc353adb35cd573a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK30y2L9j33l1fRHQeY7lZwuxpkM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc353adb35cd573a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331255403%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D441BBA4012A87CC68D3F2D2A3BE8046B1AD27568.376CE7EAE5EAC62BCD08460F5DA588B58E155AA8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc353adb35cd573a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK30y2L9j33l1fRHQeY7lZwuxpkM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-4730011217160234876?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/4730011217160234876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=4730011217160234876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/4730011217160234876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/4730011217160234876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/09/impossible.html' title='Impossible~'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-8564263506747361258</id><published>2010-07-12T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:32:25.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>FIFA</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ok, I know is a bit weird to see I, old man actually post a post which is totally not related to me. Since when I start to enjoying myself in sport? If you know me well you will know this won't happened at all. Yesterday go watch FIFA Final due to a very stupid reason which is .... dun wanna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Went down there, sit still and learn a lot of thing besides learn how to shout "GOAL". First of all, damn many people, match start at 230am you will see 130 ald pack vf many sardin. Next is the people sitting around me. One geng is totemo funny, they "steal" the chair from next table and keep on say:" faster, no ppl will realise it... faster"... hey, you tot ppl around you all blind is it? This group of people is very bad. They smoke some weird smell smoke, besides that keep on ordering food and drinks in a nice manner. They ask the indian fellow come and order food, when about to done, they stop the indian fellow and add some more food. Then when food passing by, not theirs, they will shout like hell. So the fellow have no choice, have to take the food to their place. Then what happened? The geng will say :" just now ald say is fried rice not noodles." Hey, you all are the one shout like the food is urs and want the food now, now you blame people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Fine, when food served, they say :" tot i say dun wan vege in my rice"... this make the indian kinda blur and ask some senior worker to come. Now guess what, they dint dare to voice out anything.... The most evil thing is after 90min, they just leave without pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Moral value here is, dun treat people as a fool. You need people to respect you also, but this can't be happened if you make ur self looks like an idiot. I know i have no right to say u all like idiot, but pls behave... some more say those player play like a "pondan". WTH, if you are damn pro ald playing the match now in Afrika, wat for sitting there and act like you are pro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Second thing is, the referee. How to spell? Pls be honest with what are you doing and be responsible. Dun simply :"beep, yellow card". Open you eyes bigger. Maybe I am blur in the game since is my first time watching, but u can clearly see some of them is really funny de lo, not their fault u give yellow card, and "pity" those who lie down on floor because some ppl accidentally "kick" their leg... arghhh, thats why i dun like to see this kind of match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TDsyTdV8uVI/AAAAAAAAAmg/UQqgJz7YVQI/s1600/500px-2010_fifa_world_cup_logo_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TDsyTdV8uVI/AAAAAAAAAmg/UQqgJz7YVQI/s320/500px-2010_fifa_world_cup_logo_svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493039480384043346" 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/9201090374184842642-8564263506747361258?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/8564263506747361258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=8564263506747361258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8564263506747361258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8564263506747361258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/07/fifa.html' title='FIFA'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TDsyTdV8uVI/AAAAAAAAAmg/UQqgJz7YVQI/s72-c/500px-2010_fifa_world_cup_logo_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-3020647461806893911</id><published>2010-06-27T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T13:42:42.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>About an old man...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hello is me again. Since today got nothing to do, i am going to introduce myself here. Ohaiyo, I am known as mistindaforest here. I like to sit down alone and think something which is not important. Sometimes I might just sit down there thinking of something for a few hours and that is why my fren say i am wasting my time in those unnessasary thingy. Who knows? Maybe I actually getting something from what I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There is one thing i have to clarify, which is my face expression while I am in thinking mode. Well, normally include my mum will also blame me for that by saying:"Dun show your black face to others while you are not happy... you must learn how to control your emotion. Later when you go out for working people will not comfort with your facee and they might think you not agree with them...etc". So here i am now to clarify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;First of all, i am not that kind of person which can easily tell friends or even family what am i thnking. Normally even a best friend also I wont tell unless the person know by himself or herself. Yup, thats mean she or he really know me well and know what troublesome me at that particular moment. Like what i said:"Things not always get going with what you think." Sometimes maybe that person assume he or she know me well and keep on asking me to express my feeling out, if not i am the only one who will suffer. Sometimes thing is not as easy as that... maybe i think too much again or maybe I am the one who cannot let go something.Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Second thing is my black face. Normally when i am in thinking mode, my face does show black in color but it does not mean i am in a bad mood. I also cant change my expression while thinking something. So thats what happened. I show a black face while thinking,mum ask me what happened and i cant express my feeling out. Then she start to think I am angry with what she just said (cause normally i start to think am I doing wrong in something after she give advise...) and she will start to tell me the samething again. Nevermind, I already "biasa" with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now lets continue with my next "isi". I agree that sometimes I am noob or kind (since both of it just "one line different" ). My fren said many times, I am too care with what my friend needs more than what i need. Sometimes i will feel like is it this the way i can be fren vf a fren? What is the definition of fren to me? I am not sure about it. Sometimes i feel noob. Actually what am i trying to write here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One sentence still stay in my heart till now - "They find you not because of that but because of that..." Understand what am i trying to say? People always have their very funny excuse while wanna hide up something. I am angry with myself why should i angry with their excuse? Why dont just pretend I am that noob and what they say is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Two of my friend always said this to me:" Emo again? You dun have others things to do besides emoing? " Well, I am emo and did any laws saying I cannot emo? No. Maybe one of them think I should tell people so thati will not suffer much from it. But maybe I ald tell and you are not the one. After i tell i am still emo and you think i dun wanna tell people. Maybe just me, not all thing can tell frens, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Another thing to clarify here. This few years I change my mind. Last time i used to tell people what they need and etc. But after all the situation i got, i change my mind. Why should I go "8" with those thing that not related to me and at the end get blamed cuz i am the one who tell some ppl the news? So listen carefully or see properly, I will only say out if you ask the correct question... need some example? Well, i wont so "8" to tell here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thanks for teaching me for so many thing. You, the one looking at this now, not you but "you". I know that i am too noob to teach people. I know you teach me a lot and I know you sometimes need me to teach back. I am not confidence as you. Sometimes i just sick of it. Not I dun wanna teach you but I dono how to teach and scare teach the wrong thing. Maybe you will feel I am so ego, so selfish. Only people teach me but not i teach them. I also know the law:" Teach people and you will learn more...", but again- Things not as easy as you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TCbbbyqzfKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/oJp8-L-0T5w/s1600/sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TCbbbyqzfKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/oJp8-L-0T5w/s320/sand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487314466501786786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Times flow like what show above. Sometimes water might drop on sand and&lt;br /&gt;the color of sand change darker. Water will absorbed by sand and change&lt;br /&gt;color but for those who did not see properly, they cant distinguish the&lt;br /&gt;different of color. For those who can distinguish, while you try to  dry&lt;br /&gt;it, what you hand trying to touch is just plain sand... as the water&lt;br /&gt;will quickily dry out and not leave any shadow behind.&lt;br /&gt;If got, only sand will know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-3020647461806893911?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/3020647461806893911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=3020647461806893911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3020647461806893911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3020647461806893911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/06/about-old-man.html' title='About an old man...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TCbbbyqzfKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/oJp8-L-0T5w/s72-c/sand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-2327790983947523122</id><published>2010-06-22T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:38:15.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>不是我不明白</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Many days passed and realise i am getting lesser and lesser to blog. No more pic for each blog post and etc... Sometimes thing just won't get that easy as what u think. Maybe you think i am so selfish, "lan ci" and act like i know all the thing u trying to ask,but do u ever think the thing behind it? People always think for their own good, what can they get from that particular time and people.... I am sick of it and i am not those that u think, just i dun have the ability to give u all wat you all needed... understand what i am trying to say now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-2327790983947523122?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/2327790983947523122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=2327790983947523122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/2327790983947523122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/2327790983947523122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_22.html' title='不是我不明白'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-3426638565960582707</id><published>2010-06-17T09:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T09:26:33.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>没那么简单</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;改编自黄小琥的“没那么简单”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没那麼简单 就能找到 聊得来的伴&lt;br /&gt;尤其是在 经历了那麼多的状况&lt;br /&gt;总是幻想 很想放开&lt;br /&gt;谁谋杀了我的幻想&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没那麼简单 就能放下 别的全不看&lt;br /&gt;变得实际 也许好也许坏各一半&lt;br /&gt;不爱孤单 一久也习惯&lt;br /&gt;不用理会谁 也不用被谁看&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感觉快乐就忙东忙西&lt;br /&gt;感觉累了就放空自己&lt;br /&gt;别人说的话 随便听一听 自己作决定&lt;br /&gt;不想拥有太多情绪&lt;br /&gt;一个人坐在沙发上&lt;br /&gt;在emo晚上 戴上了耳机&lt;br /&gt;舒服窝在沙发音律裡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看清没有那麼容易 每个人有他的脾气&lt;br /&gt;过了爱幻想的年纪 轰轰烈烈不如平静&lt;br /&gt;做回自己并不容易 才会特别让人追随&lt;br /&gt;什麼都不懂的年纪&lt;br /&gt;曾经最开心 曾经最伤心 曾经&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没那麼简单 就能放下 别的全不看&lt;br /&gt;变得实际 也许好也许坏各一半&lt;br /&gt;不爱孤单 一久也习惯&lt;br /&gt;不用理会谁 也不用被谁看&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感觉快乐就忙东忙西&lt;br /&gt;感觉累了就放空自己&lt;br /&gt;别人说的话 随便听一听 自己作决定&lt;br /&gt;不想拥有太多情绪&lt;br /&gt;一个人坐在沙发上&lt;br /&gt;在emo晚上 戴上了耳机&lt;br /&gt;舒服窝在沙发音律裡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看清没有那麼容易 每个人有他的脾气&lt;br /&gt;过了爱幻想的年纪 轰轰烈烈不如平静&lt;br /&gt;做回自己并不容易 才会特别让人追随&lt;br /&gt;什麼都不懂的年纪&lt;br /&gt;曾经最开心 曾经最伤心 曾经&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看清没有那麼容易 每个人有他的脾气&lt;br /&gt;过了爱幻想的年纪 轰轰烈烈不如平静&lt;br /&gt;做回自己并不容易 才会特别让人追随&lt;br /&gt;什麼都不懂的年纪&lt;br /&gt;曾经最开心 曾经最伤心 曾经&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想念最伤心 但却最动心 的记忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-3426638565960582707?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/3426638565960582707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=3426638565960582707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3426638565960582707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3426638565960582707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='没那么简单'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-9202380208227932461</id><published>2010-05-30T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T12:49:47.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Let's conclude</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This two weeks holidays gonna end very soon, some happy with it some say not enough. What is in my mind now? Did i feel happy, satisfied? Or i feel not enough? Let's conclude what i had done in this two weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;First of all, play game. Ya, another Chinese RPG game known as The Twin Heros. I use about 3-4 days to finish it... maybe even less if minus time for sleep, shower, eat and etc. Then, watch tv of cuz. Suddenly feel interest about a HK drama which talking bout treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The next few days, draw using paint again. This time the only different is i finally try to color it and try to draw hand, eyes and etc. Is hard to draw by using mouse since you can't get a circle although u are actually drawing a circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TAHr7GQQobI/AAAAAAAAAlo/T702Wm7Zapw/s1600/Front2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TAHr7GQQobI/AAAAAAAAAlo/T702Wm7Zapw/s320/Front2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476918022382854578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is so call title pg. The cloud thingy quite hard to draw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TAHr8uHpbwI/AAAAAAAAAmA/5NzTF_hYtd8/s1600/moutain.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TAHr8uHpbwI/AAAAAAAAAmA/5NzTF_hYtd8/s320/moutain.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476918050264018690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is call "water ink draw" , lol... aka 水墨画. But too bad i dono how to color...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TAHr7oK2iwI/AAAAAAAAAlw/LI0xrc0G2TM/s1600/song1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TAHr7oK2iwI/AAAAAAAAAlw/LI0xrc0G2TM/s320/song1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476918031486978818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is "Xiao Ying", she has a pity fate and...etc. I use the picture from chinese&lt;br /&gt;paladin as a reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TAHr7ygtBJI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WVyCMGgE90Q/s1600/try+%283%29.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TAHr7ygtBJI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WVyCMGgE90Q/s320/try+%283%29.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476918034262983826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back view of "Ming Yue". She also has a pity fate and a lot of curiousity...&lt;br /&gt;Another reference from chinese paladin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TAHr83SycQI/AAAAAAAAAmI/QfmGnfs8TSQ/s1600/s4nset.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TAHr83SycQI/AAAAAAAAAmI/QfmGnfs8TSQ/s320/s4nset.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476918052726665474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is so called sun set view. This is the most funny picture. Less draw but many color...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know all of it is weak art work but this is my first try... hope can come out vf own character soon. Besides these drawings is the video making which is a combination of all those picture above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last thing i did on Friday, i ... how to say 裹粽子 in EN? My mum cooks and i bungkus it...lol. No pictures cuz dun wanna let people laugh at me, cuz is not as beautiful as those sold outside.&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/9201090374184842642-9202380208227932461?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/9202380208227932461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=9202380208227932461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/9202380208227932461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/9202380208227932461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/05/lets-conclude.html' title='Let&apos;s conclude'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/TAHr7GQQobI/AAAAAAAAAlo/T702Wm7Zapw/s72-c/Front2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-9186467849356201735</id><published>2010-05-23T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:25:17.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Think back...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This morning wake up, kinda emo~ing again. Think back a lot of things since last night. Primary school was kinda blur for me as  I also cant remember clearly what had happened.  There is a few things that I still can remember clearly. One of them is the homework given make me cant sleep before 12am everyday. Second thing is there was one guy called XXX, who suddenly announce to the whole class that :"He is a bad, dun fren with him...", the "he" and "him" was me. He point at me and announce to the whole class. Strangely, that particular moment I did not argue with him, I just let him continue with his announcement. Then there was one day, something happened and it was just like those story happened in drama. At last how was our friendship? Nah, I just cannot too close with my fren and thus, we most probably never become fren also... maybe this is what i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then I remember my secondary life. The memory is more clearer compared to primary life. When in form 2, there was one girl which is the monitor of the class suddenly choose me as the assistant. Will I just be what the teacher ask. Then my life as a monitor begin, start from assistant. Till form 3 i change position become monitor. I am not sure about that but my fren told me that the class teacher purposely ask me go take books from her place so that she can talk to the whole class about me. She talking bout something that.... erm, maybe can make me happy. But due to one reason, i resign from it and end my 2 years services, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Since emoing, so you cannot expect this post will be all talking bout memory and think back, but maybe something still related to memory. Every teenage was happy to hang out with fren, go out maybe take a supper or travel to any places. But this definitely not gonna happened to me. Ya, i know i still go out supper sometimes. From "their" facebook pictures, it clearly shows that they are more knowledgeable than me, more talented than me and etc.  I hate reunion because for me, that is a nightmare. First of all, all will have their gang of frens and what they chat about got "point". I know maybe is my fault cuz cannot mix well with them thats why thought that was a nightmare.  But is that true? Now i even think back, I can still mix vf them in school but is that just limited to school area, mean after school period i am a totally different guy and cant mix with them at all? For me, reunion is some kind of gathering which to blow water and .... (dono how to express...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Different people different thought. Sometimes i say dun care but is that true? I found out myself hardly to express what am I thinking. Ya, I admit that you all can know that i am angry at that moment based on my black face. Sometimes i will just keep on remember those bad memory and then keep those feeling deep in heart so "SHE" can read it... till I totally cannot take it anymore.... That was what my mum ask me to change:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop keep all those unhappy thing in your heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop become a crazy guy who will suddenly become black face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop become a person that will suddenly open up machine gun and shoot like there was no tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ya, this blog was totally mixed up... clearly show that I am emoing, maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S_i7I5qqctI/AAAAAAAAAlg/pdSrQR7VJ9I/s1600/Belief.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S_i7I5qqctI/AAAAAAAAAlg/pdSrQR7VJ9I/s320/Belief.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474331108661949138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Belief in what i believe and do what i belief....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-9186467849356201735?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/9186467849356201735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=9186467849356201735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/9186467849356201735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/9186467849356201735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/05/think-back.html' title='Think back...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S_i7I5qqctI/AAAAAAAAAlg/pdSrQR7VJ9I/s72-c/Belief.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-3742318317953046479</id><published>2010-05-20T10:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:04:57.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>When you're gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another lyric edited by a boring people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"When you're gone"&lt;br /&gt;Credits given to:&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always needed time to digest&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd will do all tut you gave&lt;br /&gt;Every classes I focus that's all I do&lt;br /&gt;And the notes where you gave&lt;br /&gt;Was copied by me&lt;br /&gt;When final coming&lt;br /&gt;I count the steps that I take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I try to score it?&lt;br /&gt;I aim A&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart felt confidence&lt;br /&gt;When in hall&lt;br /&gt;The A I aim to get is missing d&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I scare to hear that always frighten me and thus&lt;br /&gt;I praying to God&lt;br /&gt;Don't fail me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt this thing before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you say&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of it&lt;br /&gt;And the notes you gave&lt;br /&gt;I put on table&lt;br /&gt;But they too much for me&lt;br /&gt;I hate the things inside it&lt;br /&gt;When you flying back&lt;br /&gt;I count the days that I leave&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I hate go Kampar?&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;I keep on telling me I can do it&lt;br /&gt;If I fail&lt;br /&gt;The fees I waste to Kampar is a lot&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The things I need to get to avoid get me to Kampar&lt;br /&gt;And make me OK&lt;br /&gt;Signal's notes&lt;br /&gt;We were meant for each other&lt;br /&gt;I keep studying&lt;br /&gt;I know I could&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for me to pass&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do I give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you bear with me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are scare of you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that tut is damn important&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The thing I have been learnt to avoid get me through the same&lt;br /&gt;And make me feel great&lt;br /&gt;Must study~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S_SlzNlLy3I/AAAAAAAAAlY/mcLYx6IAHHc/s1600/2372169300_4efbe8cfbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S_SlzNlLy3I/AAAAAAAAAlY/mcLYx6IAHHc/s320/2372169300_4efbe8cfbd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473181746399529842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting~~~ when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-3742318317953046479?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/3742318317953046479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=3742318317953046479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3742318317953046479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3742318317953046479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-youre-gone.html' title='When you&apos;re gone'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S_SlzNlLy3I/AAAAAAAAAlY/mcLYx6IAHHc/s72-c/2372169300_4efbe8cfbd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-418169748802461160</id><published>2010-05-15T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:32:52.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What the hack is inside my mind now? I just wanna type this blog yet i ald delete the whole paragraph for three times... arghhhhhhhhhhh..... my mind was totally blank yet wanna write something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today can be consider as the third day after finish my finals. The very first day which is thursday, all my housemate ask me back hometown cuz dun wanna see my face (of cuz just joking, they just cannot see my happily smiling face showing that:"My final is the end, urs haven...kekeke...")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes i am thinking of a few question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am i too noob to help ppl?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How i make frens?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why my frens need me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do they need me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why i am so noob?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why i am wasting my time?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why make thing getting complicated?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why a few pieces of paper can make people gone crazy?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are we studying for?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;etc... (you wont want me to type out all...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But thanks to my fren, i solve some of the Q above, really thx to u...sincerely. Realize that i am getting addicted to facebook? Nah, try and see if i went back hometown will i as active as i am in setapak? No of cuz. At hometown no ppl will come and say:"Hey, wanna supper?" nor "watch movie lo...". So what am i doing in my hometown? Just gaming lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Before i end up my post today (cant consider as a post since, 不知所谓), i finally get my hp mini~~ wohoooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S-7MQUJNgkI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/w0vMWp1NXng/s1600/hp-mini-1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S-7MQUJNgkI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/w0vMWp1NXng/s320/hp-mini-1000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471535177959047746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is it but of cuz not this.... but this is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-418169748802461160?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/418169748802461160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=418169748802461160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/418169748802461160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/418169748802461160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/05/hack-is-inside-my-mind-now-i-just-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S-7MQUJNgkI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/w0vMWp1NXng/s72-c/hp-mini-1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-4591019438698390729</id><published>2010-05-08T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:06:30.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>KO 4</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Finally have time to take a good nap since week 7 of this sem, as my next paper is on thursday. What am i doing in this whole week was too simple, sleep at morning about 3am, study and try to memorize all the formula, end up no enough time when exam due to 2 hour 4 Q with sub-sub-sub question system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lets talk one by one. Micro was consider ok, since i also forget how sucks am i in the exam d. I remember i was just sitting there, try to do as fast as i can. I remember come out tutorial question and some question from the test. So, basically this exam just hanging 1/4 way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Next is my favourite subject, Control system. This is just wonderful. This is the subject i manage to teach people, omg. I aim A or maybe B for this subject. What happened was i shooted by the value of alpha, beta and p. Use almost 1 hour to escape from shooted. End up this question i din't manage to finish it although i have use 1 hour. Then stop by another people call bode plot which i think was another idiot move done by me. What for go and wasting time on those question that seems unfamiliar with me. At the end very dissapointed, the last Q was easy but i dun have time to do it... how sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Next is digital. This time i learn a lesson, answer damn fast without caring too much on how beautiful is my writing and how straight was my table. End up just enough time to do it... Many table (unnecessary de) was drew and arr.......it consider fully utilize my time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today one was the best. Best among the best... This is the first ever subject that i am able to vommit out whole new formula. See how pro am i? It need a lot of formulas and you know i am not good in memorizing unless in something i really like, so rather than wasting time, i create formula. I was very happy cuz i can eventually come out about 10 new formula in that 2 hours...lol. One of the question, i laugh while i was creating the formula....kakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hope i can survive in the next paper....hope.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S-VFQMVQnPI/AAAAAAAAAlI/AQGSsqF4oq4/s1600/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S-VFQMVQnPI/AAAAAAAAAlI/AQGSsqF4oq4/s320/DSC00367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468853467001953522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the ans that i write and laugh all the time... I know you wanna laugh,&lt;br /&gt;just laugh....but see how "sky soldier" am i at that particular moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-4591019438698390729?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/4591019438698390729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=4591019438698390729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/4591019438698390729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/4591019438698390729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/05/ko-4.html' title='KO 4'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S-VFQMVQnPI/AAAAAAAAAlI/AQGSsqF4oq4/s72-c/DSC00367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-6779752313986738639</id><published>2010-05-04T16:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T16:25:26.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In old town with two fellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is been so long, that i never see your face~~~ try to get strong ~~~ Is been a long time since i last update for my blog. Now i am back, blogging in old town with two fellow which is big size and treausre. Trying to figure who am i talking about? just guest it yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;First exam already passed but i know that i cannot get a very good result. Now is the second exam time and i am trying to get a good result in it. Hope so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Actually what i wanna talk is about my feeling now. What the hack happening to me now? I easily get emoing and now feel so down~~~ Is there something wrong with me or i am just stupid enough to make myself emoing with those stupid and noob question?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am sick of it but why cant i just say NO or just act what am i according to what am i thinking.Inititally i plan to just leave them alone and let them die~~~ but i just cant let that happened and will call back at the end. Who can answer my question: Is it you all have things to be done but i am not? What i should do is just do what you all cannot do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am not angry with that, i am just confused with that~~~~ am i noob?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467326850017234866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S9_YzY47j7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/rnu4BPaV6Ak/s320/book.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think study an old yellow noobbook is more suitable for me~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-6779752313986738639?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/6779752313986738639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=6779752313986738639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6779752313986738639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6779752313986738639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-old-town-with-two-fellow.html' title='In old town with two fellow'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S9_YzY47j7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/rnu4BPaV6Ak/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-7219394576795093906</id><published>2010-04-21T16:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:37:09.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Wakaranai~</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Finally, my group done the assignment for control system. Is a very nice experience while doing this assignment and personally i think i learnt a lot from this assignment. But the only dissapointed part is i am not there when my group present. I am having gastrik till cannot stand for a short period of time. Thus i finally make a decision to have my lunch first and i ask them not to present till i come back. But it din't happened as we are the last few group who haven present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Conclusion, my fren say it can consider success and i think the same way too although i dint contribute much, but this it what i have done in the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Talk back the sad story thingy that i request in blog and facebook (which does not get any response =.=|||). I recently have a new idea, how bout changing the fighting by using sword and sabre and etc into fighting using music such as drum, piano and etc, like what happened in KO 3 Guo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Okok, finish bull*******, now let's take a look to my group hardware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S8623HovgTI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-oXTMpFa6o0/s1600/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S8623HovgTI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-oXTMpFa6o0/s320/DSC00346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462504456105984306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seems simple yet use few weeks to do it, almost 1 and half month~~~ Nice?&lt;br /&gt;For the report part, please kindly contact the old man garden~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-7219394576795093906?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/7219394576795093906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=7219394576795093906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7219394576795093906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7219394576795093906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/04/wakaranai.html' title='Wakaranai~'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S8623HovgTI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-oXTMpFa6o0/s72-c/DSC00346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-1743675792435389647</id><published>2010-04-14T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:17:51.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>日本語</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;今晩は，&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span title="TONIGHT"&gt;blogは今晩日本語を書きます大丈夫ですか？私は今週あまりたいへんです。Testとても難しい。私は夕べ午後九時から午前六時まで勉強します，でも今朝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span title="formula"&gt;式をたくせん忘れます。私は test が嫌いです。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span title="TONIGHT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I also dono what am i typing about. It looks like i have to study further in Japanese before i can write a more "leng" blog in nihongo.This few days, weather getting hotter, my heart getting grey but those test and assignment getting more and more and more~~~~~ So stress so stress. Assignment all haven start and etc. Wat ever and i hope i wont getting too stress and ~~~ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Talk another thing which is more comfart for me. Any one has any idea? Anyone has those very sad story which can share? Sad love story or maybe a sad event. Just write down in my blog (although i wont reply comment in blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Stop~!!! What am i writing? わからない，すみません。おやすみなさい。&lt;br /&gt;&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/9201090374184842642-1743675792435389647?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/1743675792435389647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=1743675792435389647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1743675792435389647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1743675792435389647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='日本語'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-6945177934102945942</id><published>2010-04-07T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:25:24.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Huat arrr</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Huat arr~~~~ not related to my topic today but some how this is the title for today. Talking craps? Yup, today label is talking craps plus some minor personal thinking~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;First of all, some people comment in some site that his friend who go argue that test got people copy answer. He comment his fren as "mental got problem"~ Now what is happening around the world? First of all, what is test ? Why it set? For what purpose? The answer from the student now most propably will be to test how strong is your copy skill when test without let lec see it! OMG~~~ test is made to test ourselves on how far we know the subject and how far we understand it, but not just sit there, use a large angle of departure and copy answer in 522 mode. Maybe my thinking is wrong, test is made to copy only. Maybe i am still live in the ancient time where cannot copy in exam just plug into my head~~~ what ever, grammer sucks but honestly, no one sitting besides me now which i can copy grammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;About the stream**, lazy to talk bout it. One conclusion about 100, you call just to argue everything you hate and hear a "sorry, i also cannot do anything, sorry sir" from the operator without solving your problem. 8 counters in ** point is just to tell you diff story. Want an example? Just try yourself by asking each of them the same question. I swear, you will get minimum 2 diff answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This few days i was quite happy. Why? Cuz my cough not stoping, my flu come come and come like water pipe, and my homework press press press and press!!!! Arghhhhhh, WTW with me, more stress more happy? Conclusion, i am noob and i am crazy~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Talk back something about huat. Anybody know what is huat ge? Is in hokien. Hakka is fat gao... mandrin is fa gao, cantonese is fat gou~~~~ dont ask me in japanese is what? All i can answer you is wakarimasen aka わかりません. I make this kuih togather with my aunt on last sunday and it was nice... lol~ cuz i make de~~~kekekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last but not least, Huat arrr, dai ge huat arrr~~~&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S7yjjzVh-hI/AAAAAAAAAko/NqCFMJB5jgA/s1600/DSC00339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S7yjjzVh-hI/AAAAAAAAAko/NqCFMJB5jgA/s320/DSC00339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457416683937462802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eat before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-6945177934102945942?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/6945177934102945942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=6945177934102945942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6945177934102945942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6945177934102945942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/04/huat-arrr.html' title='Huat arrr'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S7yjjzVh-hI/AAAAAAAAAko/NqCFMJB5jgA/s72-c/DSC00339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-1484290587873898656</id><published>2010-03-31T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T02:23:37.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Just kidding...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Just kidding, not the title i copied from my friend's blog title, it just happened to be the same as what am i thinking now~ refer video below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e8205039d84c513e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De8205039d84c513e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331255403%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A5D81E588E1820C693FA68BA032E8B90CDD938A.623C6B53141698CFE785E838A47001F07BBDAFB9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8205039d84c513e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dcw-taJEx-wpepTRO4oRbMwe12MU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De8205039d84c513e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331255403%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A5D81E588E1820C693FA68BA032E8B90CDD938A.623C6B53141698CFE785E838A47001F07BBDAFB9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8205039d84c513e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dcw-taJEx-wpepTRO4oRbMwe12MU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this happened to be my next game CG or opening video...lame is it?&lt;br /&gt;*Material from 仙剑奇侠传 &amp;amp; 渡尘凡*&lt;br /&gt;*Song from 我的眼泪不为你说谎 by 卓依婷*&lt;br /&gt;*Dont sue me, just learn how to create a short mv...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-1484290587873898656?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/1484290587873898656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=1484290587873898656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1484290587873898656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1484290587873898656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-kidding.html' title='Just kidding...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-5193067977690947471</id><published>2010-03-30T15:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:18:19.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>I am late~~~~</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today is control system test and it was very gan zheong day for me. Firstly, wake up in a very tiring situation and all my mind was thinking about the formula and etc, it looks like my mind was undergoing an unstable mood because there are too many formula have to remember.  Call my friends to wake up at 8.00am as promised then go to school by bus (it seems like what i am typing now is critically stable, too many jw-roots arranged themselve in jw-axis...arghhhh....dono what am i typing~~~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Arrive in school just to hear another bad news- today have a lab test? Omg, normally i cant do the lab by my own without my friends help~~~ but it was a joke made by the lecturer. Still, we need to show him the results before we can sign. Thanks to my friend again and we leave earlier to cont study control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Poles trying to find a Holes, situation same as me. I have to find some genius to teach me how to solve all the problem and tutorial.Three of my friend already in stable mood, maybe critically stable mood. I have to fixed my equation to let all the poles in my RHP to go to LHP, i wanna become stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Finally the time has come and the class is full of human being. According to Ms Chan, she already cast a spell on the examination paper but it was useless to some people. Some still get a special mark from the lec because their angle of departure is too large and lec can see it. (Next time should use a smaller angle of departure and bigger angle of acceptance, this will produce a small ratio of departure against acceptance, then log it to get a small gain, come out a smaller chance of getting caught.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Stop about CS, return to main title. I always have this same dream this few days- I late for exam. When i wake up, my heart jump damn fast and i assume the percentage overshoot is more than 50%. Sadly, this feeling last longer due to my damn slow Ts aka settling time. This is no joke, the feeling was so real till i almost **** if i have heart attack. Maybe i should change my life time to get a more stable and normal natural frequency, and thus can produce a more efficient settling time nx time, when ever i meet any problem.&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S7Gymb9sF1I/AAAAAAAAAkg/y1rK88p2K3k/s1600/late%211231121575.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S7Gymb9sF1I/AAAAAAAAAkg/y1rK88p2K3k/s320/late%211231121575.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454336997133653842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What am i typing now? Dun care, I am late~~~ late~~~ late~~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-5193067977690947471?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/5193067977690947471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=5193067977690947471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5193067977690947471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5193067977690947471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-late.html' title='I am late~~~~'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S7Gymb9sF1I/AAAAAAAAAkg/y1rK88p2K3k/s72-c/late%211231121575.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-5212380368504579763</id><published>2010-03-28T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:59:24.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Sister, bro and I</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Go back every weekend hope for a relaxing environment for studying but everytimes turn out hear them qurrel about this and that, which is the thing that i hate the most. Let's dont talk bout this, my sister currently studying in primary school and you know, she sure will ask me some primary question. This is what will happened eveytime when she ask me, i will become impatient cuz i will think that this question is damn easy and you dono....!!! Then she will keep silent for a while and when i look at her, i will feel pity and teach her again with a very impatient mood when i see the question again. This continue loop, i see her face, teach her, end up impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes i will think back, ya is true is easy to me but for her, it maybe too taugh. Think back that time when i was in primary, any people can teach me? No! The ansewr is NO! No one will teach me and my sis can consider lucky as she got two bro to teach her, but me ? My brother will have me to teach him (of cuz, impatient teaching again...), but me? Have to try help them as much as i can... as much as i can when i am still here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But one thing quite funny happened is when she ask me bout drawing or decoration thingy, i will teach her with patient~~~ WTW, what happened to me again? This time i suddenly think of, is it i choose a wrong course again? I think i should rethink this thingy very deeply, deeply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S69ueld4PGI/AAAAAAAAAkY/o6Dhf_ujcqQ/s1600/drawing_board1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S69ueld4PGI/AAAAAAAAAkY/o6Dhf_ujcqQ/s320/drawing_board1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453699145501523042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like to draw...am i choosing a wrong course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-5212380368504579763?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/5212380368504579763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=5212380368504579763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5212380368504579763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5212380368504579763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/03/sister-bro-and-i.html' title='Sister, bro and I'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S69ueld4PGI/AAAAAAAAAkY/o6Dhf_ujcqQ/s72-c/drawing_board1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-2626485343753709430</id><published>2010-03-25T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:12:46.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Live a life with no regret</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;See how weak is my grammar? Wat ever, since today title is live a happy life without regret. Realize a few simple yet complicated thing this few days. Why simple but complicated? Sounds quite "turtle fur" (can direct translate into chinese...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Life is short and life is wonderful yet pity. Life is short when ever you realize what actually you are born for....; wonderful when you are happy and pity when you are sad. Direct and simple defination from me but i dun think much will agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Found out a very funny thing in my 2 years ++ Uni live. If you are engineer or studying engineering course, did you realize almost everything including simple basic theory also based on "assume". When ever you attend a class, normally a boring class, suddenly you will hear this:"Let's assume V equals to xxx..." or "By assuming A is equals to xxx...". See how simple is it? SO what for study hard? Let me introduce you to a new rules which till now i also haven achieve, that is- Assume you will get 4.00 for final; Assume you will have a beautiful life; Assume you no need to study hard but you can still earn a lot of monies...... See how wonderful, simple yet complicated the Law of Assume is? Thats it, everything that you cant solve, assume it and a solution will come out eventually....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Life is simple, dont you think? You just have to wake up, brush teeth.... go school or work....lunch...dinner....bath......sleep. See? Everyday it loop and loop and infinite loop. Is just that wat you define your study or work is? How you define sleep and etc. Actually is just simple, one word can best describe all you equation and assumption and project- either school or work.&lt;br /&gt;Life is misarable because we throw too much thing in it, and we forget the base of it- just a routine of life which you loop and loop and finally wat you get from this looping life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I decide to live a happy life from now on, try my best to live without regret. Fail your exam? Just study hard nx time..... conclusion, dun think too much, be happy of wat you obtain in your life and how much effort you pay for the effort, then you will be as happy as you want....see that? Simple yet complicated rule....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S6tfQVCpByI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/capBlCtcpEk/s1600/simple+yet+com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S6tfQVCpByI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/capBlCtcpEk/s320/simple+yet+com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452556507992885026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is like a leaf, soft yet useful to every human being~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-2626485343753709430?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/2626485343753709430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=2626485343753709430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/2626485343753709430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/2626485343753709430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/03/live-life-with-no-regret.html' title='Live a life with no regret'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S6tfQVCpByI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/capBlCtcpEk/s72-c/simple+yet+com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-8664178254844334045</id><published>2010-03-23T00:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:31:13.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Another story from a little old man...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This few day damn tired, if there is a word which can best describe damn than damn, pls let me know it and i will use it. Assignment all coming in one box(ya, diff describe method) and test come in one car(yet another diff method of describing). This car move in acceleration and this box is damn heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is good thing to take in  mind that maybe DARK should just come out and try to live in real world for one week, maybe things will get better~~~ who knows? Since DARK is basically better than HE. Did any of you remember i post a blog saying that although a person dun mind you use his thing... did NOT mean that u no need to ask for it. Is ok for me if u use it after asking my permission but NO, you all never ask and use it just like the thing is urs and u simply smash it like a toy? WTW, pls think of my feeling. I am easily get bullied not mean you will easily get rid of that, remember, a silent volcano will be erupt quite soon if the pressure in it cannot maintain anymore~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now let's hear a story from an old man (is in chinese version.... will consider english version if any kind people would like to help me translate it...). Here goes nothing but a rather silly weak chinese story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;桃花树下，桃花满天飘。清澈地湖边，一名少年来来回回的徘徊，不停的徘徊。坐在不远处的年轻姑娘看了不禁笑了出来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S6eecwvxokI/AAAAAAAAAkA/3rpIRdnDtDs/s1600-h/ying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S6eecwvxokI/AAAAAAAAAkA/3rpIRdnDtDs/s320/ying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451500090914087490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;思远哥哥被这么一问，停了下来。不到一会儿，又走了起来。小英看了边摇头边笑说：“思远哥哥的老毛病又犯了。坐下来歇一会儿，要不然等一下又晕倒了，到时可别再指望我与明月姐姐回来救你！”。小英这一句话引起了坐在湖对面那一位女子的注意。只见女子轻轻地用手划过了手上的精工玉琴，弹出一段扣人心意的旋律。之后，思远哥哥还是不停的徘徊，小英的眼珠子便不停的跟随着思远哥哥的身影，直到自己的眼珠快掉出来才回过神。湖对岸的女子看了看，笑了出来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S6eecvmYiEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/dwfE0FkctHo/s1600-h/ming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S6eecvmYiEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/dwfE0FkctHo/s320/ming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451500090606258242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;小英听了，点点头。明月继续说：“思远哥哥，你就别再转了，要不然待会儿我扶不起两个人。一个呆呆的转，一个笨笨的跟着...” 话还没说完，放在小英身旁大树下的剑突然冒起了烟，一人影冒了出来~ “哇！剑魔老前辈，都跟你说了几次，别突然间冒出来，会吓坏我的~~”小英边说边把手安抚自己的心，好让自己冷静。剑魔笑了一下，眼睛马上化为红色，转过头来对着思远。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S6eedGJtFgI/AAAAAAAAAkI/0Yn9AkyeVVc/s1600-h/demon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S6eedGJtFgI/AAAAAAAAAkI/0Yn9AkyeVVc/s320/demon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451500096659985922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;又一段琴声飘来，明月站了起来，慢条斯理的走过小湖中央的石桥，手放在思远的肩膀上，道：“思远哥哥，你看，把老前辈都逼急了。停一下吧！”小英听了连忙插了一口：“对极了，让老老先生去把那一群人万剑穿心，什么事都搞定。没事，没事！” 思远终于停了下来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S6eeb6Rfv6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/VSbkOkMYaKY/s1600-h/yuan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S6eeb6Rfv6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/VSbkOkMYaKY/s320/yuan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451500076291571618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;小英道：“就那么简单，你想得过于复杂。”剑魔说：“小姑娘所言极是。思远，别想太多。待老夫使出穿云剑，将那人刺穿，那边什么事也没了。”思远道：“世上一切决非对错那么简单，何况刚才明明就是双方的失误，老前辈你要将对方营地夷为平地，未免有点太过火了吧？算了算了，待我好好想想...” 剑魔听了，气得满脸通红：“真被你给气死，我休养去，免得被你气得投胎不成。”说完后，咻一声又随烟雾散去。小英听了，对明月说：“明月姐姐，算了。我赏花去，免得被这木头人气得满脸出皱纹。”说完便向朵朵鲜花盛开的原地行去。明月坐下来，继续弹着“菩提心静曲”，让思远一个人好好冷静。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;风吹过，树叶桃花开满天。树叶漫漫的飘落在湖面上，造就了朵朵的波纹...桃花树下，少年依然来回不停的旋转；树下女子轻抚手上的琴，弹出阵阵旋律；花田间，小女子一边欣赏盛开的花，一边不时地回头看着少年，脸上挂着无奈的笑容；石头上，剑柄渐渐由红色化淡，进入平静的一刻；天底下，事事非所愿，事事非对错那么简单...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**以上的载图，全来自新仙剑奇侠传游戏，经由本人改了少许...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-8664178254844334045?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/8664178254844334045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=8664178254844334045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8664178254844334045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8664178254844334045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-story-from-little-old-man.html' title='Another story from a little old man...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S6eecwvxokI/AAAAAAAAAkA/3rpIRdnDtDs/s72-c/ying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-2571685307555958430</id><published>2010-03-14T15:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T16:54:00.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S5ykHs6ZRBI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZIhw2ko_lF4/s1600-h/non.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S5ykHs6ZRBI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZIhw2ko_lF4/s320/non.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448410101433582610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S5ykHeHtBBI/AAAAAAAAAjg/O_G2mWXIMFw/s1600-h/nani.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S5ykHeHtBBI/AAAAAAAAAjg/O_G2mWXIMFw/s320/nani.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448410097462871058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S5yjmWXFtAI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/CX-4hLBrLfk/s1600-h/non.PNG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S5yW77HXSUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/yLt-MVGDqko/s1600-h/non.PNG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S5yWzdpRbLI/AAAAAAAAAjA/s23_kAwf1-A/s1600-h/non.PNG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-2571685307555958430?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/2571685307555958430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=2571685307555958430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/2571685307555958430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/2571685307555958430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S5ykHs6ZRBI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZIhw2ko_lF4/s72-c/non.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-3499266508316067543</id><published>2010-03-13T16:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T16:33:03.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Ear~~~</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ear, my ear finally get treatment today. Last week my father successful make an appointment for me but until that day, the nurse call and say:"Sorry, today doctor not in, shop close!" WTW~~~ So this week i am there again with the shop opening and waiting for me to step inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nobody home~~~ avril's song. No people inside the clinic since the doctor just come. I went inside the room and the doctor ask many thing. All question answered by my father. Not that i am too depend on my father, is just that before i answer, he already answer. The doctor ask me to sit in front of a 29'' tv and he put in something into my ear. It was something like a tiny camera and i can see what is inside my ear CLEARLY through the tv~ very horrible, terrible and vegetable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He start to use a pipe thing to suck out all the wax and so called fungus (actually no fungus, just my wax too hard till block my hearing). Then, it cost me 150?! Ok, quite cheap compare to 200++ which i heard from the first doctor which is located in setapak~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Doctor ask me not to use cotton b??? (dono what is it but it sounds like cotton "bub", in chinese i know la~~~ mian hua bang). Hmmm, will i manage to control myself? hope i can do it~~~ wish me good luck or not my RM150++ will fly away again~~~&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S5tMUVgbwhI/AAAAAAAAAi4/iJM2q0HJWNA/s1600-h/ear_diagram_lg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S5tMUVgbwhI/AAAAAAAAAi4/iJM2q0HJWNA/s320/ear_diagram_lg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448032086489022994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wax blocking my hearing on 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I check d, is cotton swab**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-3499266508316067543?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/3499266508316067543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=3499266508316067543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3499266508316067543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3499266508316067543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/03/ear.html' title='Ear~~~'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S5tMUVgbwhI/AAAAAAAAAi4/iJM2q0HJWNA/s72-c/ear_diagram_lg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-7513379417987818432</id><published>2010-03-12T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T03:26:31.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Rojak~</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When ever i think about something mixed, i think of rojak~ Why? cuz you will always heard bahasa rojak, this rojak that rojak but all pointing a same characteristic- that particular thingy is mixed up. Few thingy happened around me again this few days, and of cuz there is something heppened, if not what for i am here? Old man talk is it? Sure, cuz i am gredgrandfather xiao yao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Japanese class held like normal but this time i have to travel back with Mr.Loy as he promise to send me back, arigatou gozaimasu for your kindness towards an old man like me. He like to share thing with student and we talk bout buddha and some event of "The End" togather in the car for more than 20 min~~~ i forget to tell him that i haven eat, but nevermind, happy to have a little chat~ Celebrate birthday with a fren that night and we dint buy cake (due to the law of new teenage, nowadays cake is too normal...) We order many kind of roti canai and ask the worker to put them up like a cake and this is the cake. Of cuz my fren now feel wanna vommit when see roti canai~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Another lab on control system and the same thing happened again. You will always heard this word from someone, walking around like investigating the lab session - student who never do anything which is like me. They (not me!) will say:"Now simply do first, later i go get the result from XXX then we can summit d." or "Result not the same la, nevermind! COntinue it and i will get the result from fren later." See the problems here? All doing lab not because of lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Getting tired and tired. Control assignment still going on and my group has a few very "geng" people who can think of wat to do next and etc. Of cuz thta person not me. I am consider happy if i can help them in anything. CD basically can move ald and i am sure it is DAMN stable....?! Better dun so sure as later scare thing will end up getting a zero mark~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My eyes cannot hold on anymore, as i wish i could have a sleep, a deep nice and sweet sleep. But when ever i close up my eyes, i think bout color and HW, so i have to open my eyes but cant do a thing as my mind ald in sleep mode. Hope i can clear up my mind and have a nice sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Another fren birthday and this time no more roti canai, but bread. That roti canai guy never thought we will celebrate with him again and thought his cake was really roti canai. SInce that day is another fren birthday (called him as B), we told A(roti canai guy) to celebrate with him. Thus he think the cake was for B. Of cuz we tell B we celebrate for A, so he thought he dun have cake at that night, and my fren laugh at him say he feel sad now cuz the name on the cake was not him. When we about to leave, another cake come out for B...haha, he so surprize?! Dono, but sincerely, wish you all have a very nice future and nice life~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No picture today as i am lazy, but come out with a very weak poem again(silly poem again):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;千年等待一场空，&lt;br /&gt;梦醒时分丝未尽；&lt;br /&gt;看似落花无情物，&lt;br /&gt;心坎泪霜心相知；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;悬崖殉身泪未干，&lt;br /&gt;回头仰望丝空尽；&lt;br /&gt;看似地久天长梦，&lt;br /&gt;莫道随风魂飘散。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-7513379417987818432?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/7513379417987818432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=7513379417987818432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7513379417987818432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7513379417987818432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/03/rojak.html' title='Rojak~'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-560544875343009402</id><published>2010-03-05T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:31:53.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Assignment is...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today assignment is... kick some ass... is a song from School of Rock. This sem we have a few assignment again and one of them is group of ten people? OMG, what the hack so many people in one group? A conclusion from my fren, is to divide the money spent that we spend when buying components to accomplish this assignment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Talking bout this assignment, i am totally blur. From my childish understanding, it is just an assignment to make a dvd player. Yup, some motor to turn a cd in high speed. Silly rite? When my group mates discuss about this topic, there was like a lot of "?" on top of my head... Sometimes even feel will pull them down in the deep blue sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One of my group mate ask me to sit down and tell him wat is my feeling towards our group members. Now let me say out loudly, my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only know how to talk, dono how to act in reality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zero knowledge zero contribute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize meeting that discuss nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wish my group can survive when i am in their group...Hopefully. My fren told me not to looks down at my self, but some how this is the reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Turn topic to this assignment as well, but is about the lecturer now. She finally take action, describe us as "Golden pot" and who ever willing to join with these junior, they will get extra marks~ wow, fantastic tactis to split a group~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hmm, very unorganized post is it, dono wat am i talking about also~~~&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S5ER3s7dYTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/PbLxu0GJKWg/s1600-h/brushless-dc-electric-motor-358960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S5ER3s7dYTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/PbLxu0GJKWg/s320/brushless-dc-electric-motor-358960.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445153073118667058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Motor spin~~~~~ 100,000,000,000 rpm, possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-560544875343009402?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/560544875343009402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=560544875343009402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/560544875343009402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/560544875343009402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/03/assignment-is.html' title='Assignment is...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S5ER3s7dYTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/PbLxu0GJKWg/s72-c/brushless-dc-electric-motor-358960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-6208375482512545974</id><published>2010-03-03T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T23:55:47.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>One hit KO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S46Gc4CKaxI/AAAAAAAAAio/qkylyphr8JY/s1600-h/KO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S46Gc4CKaxI/AAAAAAAAAio/qkylyphr8JY/s320/KO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444436830173424402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anybody know what I trying to say by this pic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-6208375482512545974?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/6208375482512545974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=6208375482512545974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6208375482512545974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6208375482512545974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-hit-ko.html' title='One hit KO'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S46Gc4CKaxI/AAAAAAAAAio/qkylyphr8JY/s72-c/KO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-3745908909659154138</id><published>2010-02-27T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:53:03.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>K.O.3anguo</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Did any people watch this drama? I think it is not that worst as my fren say:"This drama just a combination of those pretty and handsome people who does not know how to act..." Yup, it might sounds true but i think it is not that worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Just finish watching the last chapter and got a new idea about something. Why must use those "aura" or fist or "power" when fight? This drama use music~ Yup, guitar, drum, piano and etc. Maybe some wont agree to use music to fight, but in this drama, the "fight" cannot be treated like those fighting in Kung Fu movie. It is very simple, using song to calm down your opponents. Is that great...?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This drama let me think of some moral values(OMG, sounds like writing an essay for form 5 BM literature~~~). First of all, the love between brothers and sisters. One of the character in this show is not a real brother for his so call "smelly sis", but at the end you will realize actually he very care about her, although bully her everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Second, do something based on what you think is right(in real world it must be a right thing to do also) and dun just simply follow your friends or even family, blindly! If your family ask you to go steal, kill and put fire, will you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Third, is true that maybe you cannot choose your fate since the birth, but you have the ability to choose wat you wish for your future. Dun just simply choose something based on your anger and you will sure regret when you found out it is a stupid choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Fourth, waiting might sounds fool to someone, but did you ever think that something might be worth to wait for? Sometimes you will face a lot of problem during the waiting period, but did you ever think of the sweet you would get at the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Fifth, dun simply give up something damn important to you just because of some minor and stupid reason... nothing much to explain, think about it. Is it a very stupid act to give up your health just because of .... maybe RM1? Ya, i know is a very bad comparison...&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S4kuSLTCkxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/uPMjWfKbgvE/s1600-h/thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S4kuSLTCkxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/uPMjWfKbgvE/s320/thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442932514459128594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KO 3anguo&lt;br /&gt;just a drama that my fren dun like but i like @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-3745908909659154138?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/3745908909659154138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=3745908909659154138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3745908909659154138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3745908909659154138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/02/ko3anguo.html' title='K.O.3anguo'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S4kuSLTCkxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/uPMjWfKbgvE/s72-c/thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-590651688770460591</id><published>2010-02-26T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:53:56.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Maze</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Maze, i think every people know wat is that. Even a small child know it, those funny little picture with many many lines and ask you to use pencil to bring the frog or something like that to the pond-one of the example of maze. Maze can appear everywhere even in your tiny little heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Recently i found out i am in a big maze, trying to find a way out. I find it, and heading towards it, but the exit become more far, more far and "pop", dissapear in front of me again. I thought it will be ok, just go and find the exit again, but things get worst. When ever the exit move one step backward, there will be another wall pop out in front me, blocking me to go further. Using a hammer smash down the wall, it reappear. Next, some "npc" will pop out and ask you to follow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You are damn lucky if you manage to follow a true "npc", but when you follow a fake one, you might just need to crying alone and start searching the way out once more. No one will accompany me along the way, imagine the wall both sides of you getting nearer and nearer to you, and you have to hold the breath in order to move on. Sometimes you will find youself go to a nicer place, with a pond, chair and etc waiting for you, relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Times will continue flow and without my notice, the exit where i came out from will moving nearer nearer to you, and the pond getting smaller and smaller and at last, dissapear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A shiny light appear a few times in fornt of me indicating that was the exit, but personally i am too scare to move in front, wat will happened if i bury myself inside this maze and cant come out forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I need your help again GREY and DARK. SHE, will you come out for a while? Just tonight?&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S4apRtc_zzI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/3KYOW66f6Oc/s1600-h/maze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S4apRtc_zzI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/3KYOW66f6Oc/s320/maze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442223321447911218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maze~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-590651688770460591?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/590651688770460591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=590651688770460591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/590651688770460591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/590651688770460591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/02/maze.html' title='Maze'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S4apRtc_zzI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/3KYOW66f6Oc/s72-c/maze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-4395835563169457383</id><published>2010-02-23T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T01:06:45.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12.52.13</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today my fren plan to "recelebrate" my birthday at some where. Thus few of us go Station 1 to celebrate it. Unfortunely there are one fren could not come due to some problem. They try to put the candle as deep as they can inside the cake and ask me to take it out using mouth. OMG, how the hack they do it when their fren ask them to do such thing? Without their kindly pushing from the back, my face already full with black chocalate cream, thus some of them say :"No need to push already, he already have the cream..." kekeke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now lets talk back the main thing. 21th birthday, it was suppose to be a big celebration according to the law of "dono who", but it seems some ppl block the plan, and the people is me. My mum actually plan to celebrate for me but me, stop it again due to some color plate reason. Then, my mum say how bout give me something as a gift and of cause, I say "NO" again. Then finally they make decision to give me some amount of money which i think is too big for me but i think is just a small amout to all of you maybe... And guess wat is my answer this time? Hope you guess it correct iff you are my fren~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Compare with last year, I think I already mention that actually wat i want for the celebration(did i mention actually in this blog? i assume yes~ if not maybe is in another blog.) Last year it was actually not a happy celebratio for me but thanks to those that celebrate for me. This year my fren say they prepare celebration for me again and I dun like it initially. But i think this group of fren understand wat i need. It is NOT a celebration, just a normal dinner and just simply add a cake before we leave the place. We all chat like normal day and no special thing. This is wat i wanted as 2nd choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But the most important party in my life, i think there wont be a fren who can actually understand it, and there wont be one that will manage  to did that. Honestly, simple and maybe it just waste a few sens, honestly.... but will you guys know wat actually i wishes? Really one thousands thanks to those who celebrate with me just now, i appreciate it and happy with the way of celebration. Hope in the future, some might know what I actually want for birthday, honestly not expensive~~and sincerely some more~~~&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S4K2P0a1PQI/AAAAAAAAAiI/VFFk8FBOteI/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S4K2P0a1PQI/AAAAAAAAAiI/VFFk8FBOteI/s320/DSC00278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441111682702458114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who know the relationship with that clock thingy and the single K card&lt;br /&gt;at the far below right side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-4395835563169457383?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/4395835563169457383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=4395835563169457383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/4395835563169457383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/4395835563169457383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/02/125213.html' title='12.52.13'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S4K2P0a1PQI/AAAAAAAAAiI/VFFk8FBOteI/s72-c/DSC00278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-7006063791880540364</id><published>2010-02-21T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T14:32:48.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Botoru~</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Botoru in japanese is botol.. but I dono is it the correct pronounce since i am weak in japanese aka nihon-go. Realize that my blog ald become silent and silent due to the awakeness of color plate. Now it seems that i will write some very short, simplify sentences that even myself also cannot understand. Why this happened? Maybe i dun wan people to know more about me anymore. Heart and mind can change when ever it feel suitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Some times, when we try to explain a thing, the more complicated it will be and it will become more far than what we want initially. Thus i make a decision to become botoru, let a vase which filled vf love stands aside me till the botoru decide to open and pour wat is inside the botoru...&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S4DRxoocXcI/AAAAAAAAAiA/xHuQ6ipmZDk/s1600-h/botoru.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S4DRxoocXcI/AAAAAAAAAiA/xHuQ6ipmZDk/s320/botoru.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440579000514403778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Botoru with a love-shape flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-7006063791880540364?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/7006063791880540364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=7006063791880540364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7006063791880540364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7006063791880540364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/02/botoru.html' title='Botoru~'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S4DRxoocXcI/AAAAAAAAAiA/xHuQ6ipmZDk/s72-c/botoru.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-8562925866956981021</id><published>2010-02-20T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:41:01.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I really mean it....not got others purpose.....but some how if you still think of that, sumimasen... Thanks mum for bringing me to this world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S36-39kAF7I/AAAAAAAAAh4/9r2G1QdUaKA/s1600-h/Childrens-Day-Happy-Birthday-697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S36-39kAF7I/AAAAAAAAAh4/9r2G1QdUaKA/s320/Childrens-Day-Happy-Birthday-697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439995268537784242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-8562925866956981021?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/8562925866956981021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=8562925866956981021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8562925866956981021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8562925866956981021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/02/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S36-39kAF7I/AAAAAAAAAh4/9r2G1QdUaKA/s72-c/Childrens-Day-Happy-Birthday-697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-9164475214590011644</id><published>2010-02-13T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:09:38.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>3992829430</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S3V9JUfCYFI/AAAAAAAAAhw/u_Td7HcPOi8/s1600-h/winterbell.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S3V9JUfCYFI/AAAAAAAAAhw/u_Td7HcPOi8/s320/winterbell.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437389724190924882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-9164475214590011644?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/9164475214590011644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=9164475214590011644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/9164475214590011644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/9164475214590011644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/02/3992829430.html' title='3992829430'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S3V9JUfCYFI/AAAAAAAAAhw/u_Td7HcPOi8/s72-c/winterbell.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-6093150790456005298</id><published>2010-02-11T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:48:06.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Happy Chinese New Year. This Year Chinese New Year falls on 14th Febuary which is also Valentine Day. Compare to Ang Pow, I realize all my beloved coursemates like to receive chocolate more than anything else, even ang pow. How I Know? Well, clearly see that all my coursemate discussing why they din't receive chocalate? Where to buy chocalate and etc, all related to chocalate but not ang pow and not even tutorial(that time was a tutorial class...even when tutor ask them, they keep saying:"Why I dun have chocalate?! I want chocalate!") OMG~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Some of my fren even go back to hometown more early than others. Why? Cause you will see some sms when you on phone in the early morning and the sms sounds like:"Help me sign later. In airport now!" and I receive this early in the 6.30am. Some even powerful! "I reach my home d!" WTW, I am still here study with a heavy sleep mood and some of them sleeping in the nice room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now since New year is near, I post paid RM110 for ang pow. Nah, me not marry yet but I pay to Doctor?! The story is like this: This few days actually I hardly hear what you all say as my ear pain and I can only hear with one ear. Thus i decided to visit doctor and tala, he say too many wax? How to spell? Then after suck out, he say got fungus? Arghhhhhh, my ears too dirty is it? Wrong! Is the wax too hard for my case and I cant even clear it with my own. Thats why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My tears come out when he trying to pull out those dirty thingy. Really painful and you wont understand the feeling... Then when i go take medicine, the chinese nurse say:"Thanks, RM 110 please." WTW, I know CNY coming but you no need charge so much! Some more my ear is pain after the treatment! Watever, just till here for this time...Lastly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S3QW4jnT4ZI/AAAAAAAAAho/Up-kqm_8K-s/s1600-h/CNY.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S3QW4jnT4ZI/AAAAAAAAAho/Up-kqm_8K-s/s320/CNY.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436995811031638418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Chinese New Year and Valentine Day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-6093150790456005298?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/6093150790456005298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=6093150790456005298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6093150790456005298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6093150790456005298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S3QW4jnT4ZI/AAAAAAAAAho/Up-kqm_8K-s/s72-c/CNY.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-5026330144304300794</id><published>2010-01-30T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:57:09.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S2MhIpLsJsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/u-SGsk6vGg8/s1600-h/xiao+qian.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S2MhIpLsJsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/u-SGsk6vGg8/s320/xiao+qian.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432222007916504770" 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/9201090374184842642-5026330144304300794?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/5026330144304300794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=5026330144304300794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5026330144304300794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5026330144304300794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S2MhIpLsJsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/u-SGsk6vGg8/s72-c/xiao+qian.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-7611025187203378593</id><published>2010-01-29T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:24:51.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today was a beautiful day, is it? Terrible horrible and vegetable, I am damn busy although it is just the start of the sem.  I must really be as hardworking as I can this sem. I wanna be with HER forever...I must! Okok, turn back to the main title which is no title...kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Every thursday was a sports day for me. Why? It is because I have to go to S block in the early morning, then rush to DK, S, DK, and finally S again. Of cuz, return back to DK for bus... OMG and WTW!!! If the distance was just a few meters, i am ok with it, but some how I need to walk for at least 5 min under the hot sun, plus rushing to the class within 0 min, mean class start straight away after first class.. Can you feel it? I need to climb stair some more.....OMG, WTW~~WTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This sem there are many new lecturer who teach me. Let me introduce the incredible lecturer - ???. ??? can deal with our class time and memorize the whole course time table...another OMG and pls clap for ???.. One word to describe, Geng!&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S2KbDteaOnI/AAAAAAAAAhY/a3eW1QMn7g8/s1600-h/read.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S2KbDteaOnI/AAAAAAAAAhY/a3eW1QMn7g8/s320/read.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432074588611295858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gambatte~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-7611025187203378593?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/7611025187203378593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=7611025187203378593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7611025187203378593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7611025187203378593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S2KbDteaOnI/AAAAAAAAAhY/a3eW1QMn7g8/s72-c/read.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-1680270344817867869</id><published>2010-01-17T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:41:30.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is been a very long time since my last post... is it? Wat ever since I dint notice bout it....let the time flow with the wind..... sounds like i am wasting it !! This holiday I am doing nothing... actually a lot too. I eat, sleep, rest, watch, play game and etc. Very busy life~ kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I play an old RPG game and the story line is quite ok. Now i know why the tiny characteristic will contribute to the success of a game. Mark down that for my next game creation. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Between, I finally open an account for FB. WTW, what happened to me, why i opened it~ is because of something that make me open it. Wanna know what is that? Find me and I might let you know. (Who cares, open ald so weird meh? Hay yo~~~)&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S1Lo_IruPuI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/EX_fHRowv-M/s1600-h/waterfallcalander.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S1Lo_IruPuI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/EX_fHRowv-M/s320/waterfallcalander.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427656672295141090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who can see what am I trying to draw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-1680270344817867869?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/1680270344817867869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=1680270344817867869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1680270344817867869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1680270344817867869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/S1Lo_IruPuI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/EX_fHRowv-M/s72-c/waterfallcalander.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-5209436736081443159</id><published>2010-01-01T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:41:08.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>HAPPY 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sz18y_btaLI/AAAAAAAAAhI/fYvekCNmn1U/s1600-h/HA.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sz18y_btaLI/AAAAAAAAAhI/fYvekCNmn1U/s320/HA.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421626741886904498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY 2010 YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-5209436736081443159?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/5209436736081443159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=5209436736081443159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5209436736081443159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5209436736081443159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html' title='HAPPY 2010'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sz18y_btaLI/AAAAAAAAAhI/fYvekCNmn1U/s72-c/HA.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-1290121787358311256</id><published>2009-12-30T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:11:20.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Luan</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Holiday already here and i'm still the same, doing nothing in da house...eat, sleep,play games and of cuz, some benkyou shimasu. Went down to Johor Bahru to visit my aunt. Her house is nice and big for sure. Realize one thing, some cousin will have more topic to talk with you while others just nothing to talk with you. Initially I thought finally can have a holiday's "holiday", but things turn into another side again. Hate those who turn this holiday become like that, but not you, aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When wanna come back that time, suddenly father say i have a lost aunt who never meet for almost 30 years? Wow, it was like those in the Hong Kong drama. So we went to dono where and start to search for her. There was a story about her.... but who knows is it true or false? Finally with a help from the "Tauke So" from the motorcycle shop, we manage to find her and she was like surprize. But too bad there was not those sad, crying scene like wat normally happened in drama. But i wonder... something wrong or I think too much again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Remember back a few thing this few days. Remember 7 idiot each put a finger on the keyboard just to play Mania aka O2Jam. That time was really happy for me at least. Then think back those art time in primary school, have those sad and happy moment and etc... What ever, this few days my feeling totally mixed up and thats why my title called  "LUAN"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SzrErtcBkQI/AAAAAAAAAhA/nNnqvlu-Z3o/s1600-h/359df1bfee49d58ab22cfc35d47ffef1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SzrErtcBkQI/AAAAAAAAAhA/nNnqvlu-Z3o/s320/359df1bfee49d58ab22cfc35d47ffef1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420861356704370946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-1290121787358311256?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/1290121787358311256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=1290121787358311256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1290121787358311256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1290121787358311256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/12/luan.html' title='Luan'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SzrErtcBkQI/AAAAAAAAAhA/nNnqvlu-Z3o/s72-c/359df1bfee49d58ab22cfc35d47ffef1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-5070244250716793489</id><published>2009-12-16T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:30:47.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I have a dream while I am in the forest....</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was dark recently, dark with the sad feeling flying around me, like accompany me in the deep dark forest. PINKY come for visit, but only a while. GREY come back finally. This dream was about HER, I cry in my dream and cry non-stop... Ya, it is silly, a man cry... but am i a man? Yup and nope, i am human being although i hate human but not all of human...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cant express my feeling... my heart still pain after i wake up and it start to feel burning and heavier. A rope tie it very hard and i almost cannot breath. She will be fine always, I know that. Sorry to HER, but i really miss you just that I din't say out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SyiognZrFAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/RBEfERddET0/s1600-h/black+black.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SyiognZrFAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/RBEfERddET0/s320/black+black.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415763830198965250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you see what is inside this drawing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-5070244250716793489?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/5070244250716793489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=5070244250716793489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5070244250716793489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5070244250716793489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-dream-while-i-am-in-forest.html' title='I have a dream while I am in the forest....'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SyiognZrFAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/RBEfERddET0/s72-c/black+black.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-3428232171664444254</id><published>2009-12-15T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:22:05.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Craps all the way long....</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Talking craps all the way long... what craps to talk about today? Craps of cause. Let see, first I dun like black but not mean you, my dear "Black". So, mean i hate black but love black and the black i hate not the black i love and vice verse. Craps, who know what am i saying, can guide me? I am blur in what am I writing... silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Another craps, i found out PINKY and GREENY-BLUE all come together this few days. So i spin them around as they can't find wings, finally they spin all along together and become white?! Mean I will become like white some day... ya~ all things will face white, once in a live i mean, unless you are ~~~  &lt;-- can't see? See properly, ~~~ is ~~~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thats all, silly craps.&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SyZ0DCL9M1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/kvD-ldItJuM/s1600-h/caterpillar.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SyZ0DCL9M1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/kvD-ldItJuM/s320/caterpillar.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415143197435048786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice? So BLACK or WHITE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-3428232171664444254?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/3428232171664444254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=3428232171664444254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3428232171664444254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3428232171664444254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/12/craps-all-way-long.html' title='Craps all the way long....'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SyZ0DCL9M1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/kvD-ldItJuM/s72-c/caterpillar.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-5161348238917895829</id><published>2009-12-08T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:57:29.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I did it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sx4i8gAw4xI/AAAAAAAAAgo/6vDH-bm_RUE/s1600-h/kaka.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sx4i8gAw4xI/AAAAAAAAAgo/6vDH-bm_RUE/s320/kaka.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412802224926548754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did it, thats all....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-5161348238917895829?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/5161348238917895829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=5161348238917895829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5161348238917895829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5161348238917895829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-did-it.html' title='I did it....'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sx4i8gAw4xI/AAAAAAAAAgo/6vDH-bm_RUE/s72-c/kaka.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-7761651186148277871</id><published>2009-12-05T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T12:45:42.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>A bridge?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday i dream about something related to drawing something on the white board. The title for the drawing was weird enough, which must contain a bridge, a... and a ....!  Kinda weird. Maybe i watch too much movie or cartoon? Wat ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Below is the drawing i mention and i draw it using MS Paint again...lol,kinda like advertisement for my drawing.&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SxnlMcmIdbI/AAAAAAAAAgg/D8TJR_IrfS4/s1600-h/bleach.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SxnlMcmIdbI/AAAAAAAAAgg/D8TJR_IrfS4/s320/bleach.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411608429259683250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can see anything inside besides bridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-7761651186148277871?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/7761651186148277871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=7761651186148277871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7761651186148277871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7761651186148277871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/12/bridge.html' title='A bridge?'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SxnlMcmIdbI/AAAAAAAAAgg/D8TJR_IrfS4/s72-c/bleach.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-7660077082784971495</id><published>2009-11-26T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:01:36.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>2012... a bit late</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ya i know is a bit late to watch this movie. Anywhere, nice graphic and can make me feel sad when those called "choosen people" was so cruel against those innocent people. Why we need to think and do everything based on money? No money no life? I totally cant agree with that. What the person say is correct( forget wat name d...) :"What will you answer when ur son or grandson ask you how did you manage to escape from the event?!" Think about it seriously and is that what you want to tell them? What if you are those person that leave behind, without knowing anything and die suddenly with hundreds of doubt on your head. Besides, what a great presiden, willing to die together as a member of family with those people in the country, like that kind of people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anywhere, please comment on the picture posted below. I darw it my self using MS paint and get the poem by editing the lyric of “情衷” and of cause, with the help of my UEC friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sw1iPOBAHrI/AAAAAAAAAgY/eMpsYmbPhzI/s1600/Try.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sw1iPOBAHrI/AAAAAAAAAgY/eMpsYmbPhzI/s320/Try.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408086741141692082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-7660077082784971495?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/7660077082784971495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=7660077082784971495&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7660077082784971495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7660077082784971495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012-bit-late.html' title='2012... a bit late'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sw1iPOBAHrI/AAAAAAAAAgY/eMpsYmbPhzI/s72-c/Try.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-1671515459398267019</id><published>2009-11-24T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:09:08.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Spin around like...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Long time no see cause i am damn lazy to upload or update my blog. What should i say today? Many thing happened again(of cause many thing happened in a day...) First of all, what is a fren for? Ask yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I found out some interesting thing recently. First is my first assignemnt in this sem. Now one of my friend say sumthing like :"You arr, this kind of fren, won't copy also ma, just take a look. Fren not help then wat is their use?" Ok, sounds quite logic.....but you want me to let u see my assignment which i done all alone? Hey, even you dun wanna see it or copy it, i have the right to dun let u see it, but some how i am not quite agree vf your idea which sounds to me like this :"Friend is a tool to let u see assignment answer and if not, u have the right to say them selfish!" WTW... Well same thing happened to me in my second assignment. Now this fellow have another way of talking:"You arr, i really cant think you are those person like that....." Similar to fellow above, fren for sale.... Maybe is my thinking  got problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Another thing is my pendrive missing!!! It happened on today when i finish my practical lab. I forget to unplug my pendrive and leave it on the table i think, then when i realize, i quickly ask my fren to search for me but both of them say dint see anything. So i went back to school after 3 hours and search by my self. It was there, very obvious place....Now can sum people tell me what happened??? Is really an urgent thingy to me as my part of life is inside the pendrive.... comment pls...&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SwvolU-b12I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/z_VZo6UR_X0/s1600/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SwvolU-b12I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/z_VZo6UR_X0/s320/DSC00184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407671505571796834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Live is like this thing above, spin till very complecated but when eat, maybe nice maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-1671515459398267019?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/1671515459398267019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=1671515459398267019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1671515459398267019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1671515459398267019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/11/spin-around-like.html' title='Spin around like...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SwvolU-b12I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/z_VZo6UR_X0/s72-c/DSC00184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-5961087556684467847</id><published>2009-11-09T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:27:00.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>すみません</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My title for today is すみません(is it correct, i mean the spelling). Few thing happened in just few days, not those very simple thingy like i change my cloths everyday, i brush my teeth every day and so on, those happened everyday! One of my friend ask for my help in something regarding to school thing. Initially all alright till the day when I almost can finish the mission. I went to cut hair and I send an sms to the person telling that I will sms back when I am back from the cutting season. Who knows the person thought is alright and wait for me out side my house for more than 30 min, WTW..... すみません&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then my father start to get high temper, he say i should organize all very carefully and so on, those thing we I already done. But then dono since when , I am starting to not explain what happened actually. Since when arr? What can i expect from this event? You guys hope me to scold the people or is it actually my fault? すみません&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So what else i want to type? Another thing happened just now. My fren forget to bring his key again and I did ask him want to go down eat or not but he say not so fast. So i went down. Who knows the food i order, i need to wait for more than 15 minute. Then I accompany my friend go ask something about computer. He call me and ask where am i as he does not have the key to go out from house. So i faster rush back till i see another strange view far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So i faster go to another friend house(cuz he stay at higher place) and take a photo. Then when I back, he kinda not so happy. すみません, but is it my fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SvgdhtK2ySI/AAAAAAAAAgI/w8Efuor3l9w/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SvgdhtK2ySI/AAAAAAAAAgI/w8Efuor3l9w/s320/DSC00178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402100217928927522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the cloud so near the tower, is it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;すみません&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-5961087556684467847?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/5961087556684467847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=5961087556684467847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5961087556684467847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5961087556684467847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='すみません'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SvgdhtK2ySI/AAAAAAAAAgI/w8Efuor3l9w/s72-c/DSC00178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-167894860371030975</id><published>2009-11-07T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:38:11.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Where you go? I miss you so....</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is another song lyric so nothing special. Don't ask me who i am waiting for (seems no people will ask too.) Why suddenly post this blog in da early morning? GREY was here and he want to post something so I just help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Just now I just sms one of my friend and I found out that the people is working. GREY was sitting besides me and suddenly GREY say he want to say something. PINKY come out from her room and discuss with GREY. Nothing wrong with working, this is the conclusion they made, but another problem occur was why SHE did not go work. Hmm, this problem make me think a lot! Am I tooo noob till never realize of this thing? Why She dun wan to go find some work and do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;SHE become quite sad and feel something wrong, SHE getting useless? Or maybe SHE is tooo naive? What ever as long as I know, I will protect SHE till DARK come back.&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SvTaYQ8-c1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/PKg7hy0tWTg/s1600-h/1430228_190009062_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SvTaYQ8-c1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/PKg7hy0tWTg/s320/1430228_190009062_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401181963526501202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This forest was getting blur~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-167894860371030975?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/167894860371030975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=167894860371030975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/167894860371030975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/167894860371030975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-you-go-i-miss-you-so.html' title='Where you go? I miss you so....'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SvTaYQ8-c1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/PKg7hy0tWTg/s72-c/1430228_190009062_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-7961392561012283771</id><published>2009-11-04T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:07:44.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Nani?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What should I say today? Or maybe what should I write today? Today my friend ask me to do some business stuff AGAIN!! Yes, again. He ask me before but i disagree. This time he is here again but same answer NO to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I realize one thing when he talk to me, that is he can make my mind totally blank, think of nothing and just look at him. Now i wonder can i ask for his help when ever i cannot sleep,haha. As a method to make me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now why I say No. Dont ask me here cause I cannot answer you somehow. Something terrible was happened to me after SHE come along with those cute color knight. Now when ever you ask me a question which I totally does not have interest with it, I will forget what you say in just a few minute. Means when ever he ask me about my opinion, there was a sounds tell me either YES or NO but no more explanation you can get from me. Why? Cause I also dono why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sorry to say that but I think you all getting horrible and terrible. Yes, some of your point maybe correct and even can get A++ when you go debate with those point, but you will never realize when you say that, you are actually missing something, something that you will not realize and I wont tell you what is that! Why am I so cruel? No choice, Knight is besides me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Another thing i realize was I just want back my normal life, really, a peaceful normal life as the leaf it self goes green by natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SvEz4xQPqwI/AAAAAAAAAf4/fVEd8lX2TFA/s1600-h/200852994338154_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SvEz4xQPqwI/AAAAAAAAAf4/fVEd8lX2TFA/s320/200852994338154_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400154478581099266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nature GREENY-BLUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-7961392561012283771?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/7961392561012283771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=7961392561012283771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7961392561012283771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7961392561012283771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/11/nani.html' title='Nani?'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SvEz4xQPqwI/AAAAAAAAAf4/fVEd8lX2TFA/s72-c/200852994338154_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-1142100994640428220</id><published>2009-11-01T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:18:18.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Here come Pinky...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Looks like color wheel always stands besides me! Why I say so? Cause now not just DARK, SHE, GREY, and GREENY-BLUE, even PINKY also come already?! Now must really be careful when dealing with them. Seriously, PINKY is the one that always sit besides me in this few days. Where is SHE? I miss you too DARK. I know you all cares bout me, so let get things done before the time arrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Su0nEuRdcXI/AAAAAAAAAfw/A8aknz48KvM/s1600-h/color-wheel.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Su0nEuRdcXI/AAAAAAAAAfw/A8aknz48KvM/s320/color-wheel.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399014490381316466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Color-Wheel! When will others come find me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-1142100994640428220?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/1142100994640428220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=1142100994640428220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1142100994640428220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1142100994640428220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-come-pinky.html' title='Here come Pinky...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Su0nEuRdcXI/AAAAAAAAAfw/A8aknz48KvM/s72-c/color-wheel.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-7101693376103547095</id><published>2009-10-29T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:43:09.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Greeny Blue</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What am I busying with this few days? nothing special, really! Just start my Japanese Class on last Monday and it was a nice experience, feel like learning back in primary school, cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What else? Nothing besides helping my friend to get his sticker for car parking in school. There is a funny thing happened when I take this sticker. I actually go together with my friends. Below is some of our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Where you going?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Take sticker la, for car.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Huh? you got a car?&lt;br /&gt;Me : (Is this fellow try to fool me? He knows I did not have a car!) Erm....Ya, of cause, if not how I get sticker?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Really! Wow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then end up we go take that and he really believe I have a car! So he ask me to eat at Wangsa Maju since the food in canteen was totally ****! So i thought he want to fool me again and maybe he will drive there, so i follow him go outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ok, now go where to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Go Wangsa Maju ma, you got car and sticker somemore! Faster, after this your car can park inside school, won't late wan.&lt;br /&gt;Me : (Speechless...) I dont have a car la! That sticker was belong to my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then we end up argue for a very long time.He still believe I have a car just that I do not want to fetch him go Wangsa?! Then we eat at TBR and end up sweat like hell since the weather was so nice to us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now talk back bout greeny blue! I think GREY not coming back alone, he brings GREENY-BLUE together with him. This few days I am totally blur and hard to breath when both of them stands aside me. While SHE go for a rest... My heart feel pain and hard to breath and it was like I will die because of lack of oxygen , really no lie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Summ3AWV79I/AAAAAAAAAfg/-IuXkaktDHM/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Summ3AWV79I/AAAAAAAAAfg/-IuXkaktDHM/s320/DSC00175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398029092296978386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See this blue screen? My friend get this while programming practical and he&lt;br /&gt;was so panic(The first time he see this thingy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-7101693376103547095?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/7101693376103547095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=7101693376103547095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7101693376103547095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7101693376103547095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/10/greeny-blue.html' title='Greeny Blue'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Summ3AWV79I/AAAAAAAAAfg/-IuXkaktDHM/s72-c/DSC00175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-1878864771892952245</id><published>2009-10-23T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:10:10.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sem for me...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Well, as you can see form the title, my short sem finally start! Woho!!! What so happy about it?? Nothing happy but a lot of sad thing happened. First of all, the time table was not goes according to what I planned since last sem due to some stupid idiot programmer problem! I cant get my Pengajian Malaysia but manage to get my Moral which for me, is a little happy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then another sad case was my emotion. I found out that start from this sem I am in very sad feeling everyday! Yup, almost everyday although I laugh and laugh! What make me so sad? How the hack I know?! If i know i will solve it but not write it down here. but think back of it, it may dues to some problem happened lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I register for some subject, I cannot get but almost all my friend can get due to some problem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I being asked to help some people in their short sem study and I was asked to support them! But can you all feel what I am feeling? I ask you all and you all are the one that agree to take with me but end up I attend alone in the big lecturer hall with no one I knows? If you say class boring I can understand and accept it, But at least come for practical!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go meet with the head of department but I still cannot get my PM back while my another friend get it through the same way! So what can I say? Face problem!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My housemate was not coming back to accompany me. Yup, is a bit lame to say like that but I am scare of staying alone! but luckily one of them did come back, better than not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found out another friend which come with DARK. His name was GREY and he is a bit ... you know, tooooo moody.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;What else I wanna say ? Hmmm, nothing to say, speechless! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SuFiIbuZaxI/AAAAAAAAAfY/VxOvvjdb4DQ/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SuFiIbuZaxI/AAAAAAAAAfY/VxOvvjdb4DQ/s320/DSC00173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395701725587401490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the 3D spec when I go and watch movie with my friend on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;That can consider a little bit more happy day for me till some people break his promise,&lt;br /&gt;but I forgive him as it was not his problem. Really forgive you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-1878864771892952245?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/1878864771892952245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=1878864771892952245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1878864771892952245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1878864771892952245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-sem-for-me.html' title='Another Sem for me...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SuFiIbuZaxI/AAAAAAAAAfY/VxOvvjdb4DQ/s72-c/DSC00173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-217532156828679696</id><published>2009-10-12T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:42:27.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Holiday with walala~~~</title><content type='html'>Fine, I know the title seems stupid but I can just think of this title. After exam was my holiday, actually from the Sing K that day my holiday start. Nothing much to do in this holiday, as usual sleep, eat and sleep again. Kinda useless life and easy to get mad you know? Quite easy to become angry, dono why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing i do in holiday is open up my CPU side case to clean up the dust inside. First time doing this kinda scare, how if I put back all those hardware but desktop cannot work? Luckily the boy sleep when I doing all that thing, if not sure very troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing as usual was RPG maker again. Not the Star Bug that i promised as i still dun have enough courage and idea to start it. This time is just simply another family game but too bad to say that no idea too since family not always together as in foundation d, too bad~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/StKwoiFl_tI/AAAAAAAAAe4/rJhbtQJ7OuU/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/StKwoiFl_tI/AAAAAAAAAe4/rJhbtQJ7OuU/s320/DSC00170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391565914307428050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The look for my CPU (inside).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/StKwnmZPizI/AAAAAAAAAeo/wD8LdsQ3X8o/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/StKwnmZPizI/AAAAAAAAAeo/wD8LdsQ3X8o/s320/DSC00168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391565898283715378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This steel thing can washed? I put it inside water....may the gods be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/StKwoOLUaEI/AAAAAAAAAew/0KxmAaExAbc/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/StKwoOLUaEI/AAAAAAAAAew/0KxmAaExAbc/s320/DSC00169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391565908962732098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the look after I pull out the steel thingy. See the fan? Dusty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/StKzanx5zRI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qL0jzyJALrQ/s1600-h/town.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/StKzanx5zRI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qL0jzyJALrQ/s320/town.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391568973852167442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my little village for game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/StKzbNu8UxI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/htjTvd3-yKI/s1600-h/volcano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/StKzbNu8UxI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/htjTvd3-yKI/s320/volcano.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391568984040297234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dungeon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/StKzaZ50B9I/AAAAAAAAAfA/iBz1Y2WSvEo/s1600-h/map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/StKzaZ50B9I/AAAAAAAAAfA/iBz1Y2WSvEo/s320/map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391568970127247314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big Map~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-217532156828679696?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/217532156828679696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=217532156828679696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/217532156828679696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/217532156828679696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/10/holiday-with-walala.html' title='Holiday with walala~~~'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/StKwoiFl_tI/AAAAAAAAAe4/rJhbtQJ7OuU/s72-c/DSC00170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-3931422353472874804</id><published>2009-09-29T11:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:20:39.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Finish des...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Finally my this year final exam finish and sad to inform that this is the worst sem i got, must be more "pia" next time. Then went back home and waiting for the next coming event: sing K again. Imagine three fellow after exam nothing to do, lie down on the bed and hope the time for sing K will arrive more faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Finally the time come and we went Lawyat to sing K again, but this time not time not the same group as last time. Went there using car of cause and walking around until 3pm. When go inside straight away sing none stop. Realize that the three new fellow which is my first time go sing K with them~ geng. The girl can sing a very high pitch song and make all of the guys cannot follow up when she sing, silly to all of us as guy. Another two new guy very "geng" also, know many song and all different language: Hokkien, cantonese and etc. One of them dono why always sing very sad song like those break up song, I still want to choose you etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sing from 3pm to 9 pm, so of cause include a buffet dinner. Well we take many thing until the waiter also come inside and ask actually how many people eating dinner. wahahaha..... Then go for movie?? I initially dun wan to go but what to do, i am not the driver. Some more they watch "Where got ghost?"-some comedy but for me is a night mare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Happy to say that, this is the first time i watch scary movie(plus 99% of comedy) until touching. Almost want to cry out. Weird right? Maybe i am made of water...WTW...&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SsF6c4i_0JI/AAAAAAAAAdo/orQoy_veY6Q/s1600-h/DSC00147_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SsF6c4i_0JI/AAAAAAAAAdo/orQoy_veY6Q/s320/DSC00147_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386721265945923730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sing K or read newspaper???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SsF6d3BR6OI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9aI5V81cqaE/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SsF6d3BR6OI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9aI5V81cqaE/s320/DSC00162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386721282715936994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SsF6dU1EMMI/AAAAAAAAAdw/4adNlt86PO0/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SsF6dU1EMMI/AAAAAAAAAdw/4adNlt86PO0/s320/DSC00163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386721273537900738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me inside, see the most noob wan, that is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SsF6fDOyvwI/AAAAAAAAAeI/9YLOn4FWA4E/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SsF6fDOyvwI/AAAAAAAAAeI/9YLOn4FWA4E/s320/DSC00165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386721303173709570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buffet food, quite a lot but we finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SsF67fawGmI/AAAAAAAAAeY/2AIYG9rrnNI/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SsF67fawGmI/AAAAAAAAAeY/2AIYG9rrnNI/s320/DSC00150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386721791776397922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My drink, Orange Twist? Wat ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SsF67hHCmrI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Ghuk47EgXlI/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SsF67hHCmrI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Ghuk47EgXlI/s320/DSC00166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386721792230595250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;High pitch girl, fun to sing with her and others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SsF666jp37I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Cv75i3YKXyg/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SsF666jp37I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Cv75i3YKXyg/s320/DSC00167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386721781881626546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time Square after 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-3931422353472874804?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/3931422353472874804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=3931422353472874804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3931422353472874804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3931422353472874804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/09/finish-des.html' title='Finish des...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SsF6c4i_0JI/AAAAAAAAAdo/orQoy_veY6Q/s72-c/DSC00147_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-7001596076025947114</id><published>2009-09-05T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:51:56.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Life made Simple</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Life made simple- my topic for today. In case you still wondering like you maybe see this title anywhere before this, yup! This is the title for 《阿旺新传》. I watch this drama back when I go back to my hometown last few weeks. My sister watch this video again when she was holiday. So i also watch together. This is the second time or maybe third time i watch this. This time i get a more special feeling when watch it. Why? Maybe i think too much again. Ok, stop talking craps and continue with my title today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This story was talking about a person called "Ah Wong" who is already 30+- years old but his mind still like a kid(People call him as stupid-傻). His life was simple: waiting for his "wife" come back and marry with her, play with kids in the garden, talk to his mum by using the walkie talkie and maybe help in the "Tong Yun" shop. His mother use many effort to let the residents in "Cheong Wong" village accept him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This change when his little "wife"- Wong Kei Fong  come back from Kingston Universiti. He start to meet back his father who he thought still fighting with alien at outer space, his little brother who fall in love with Kei Fong and Kei fong wants him to become more useful rather than still act like a kid. He start to communicate with people out there by working in his father company, trying to become a "Tong yun" sifu and many others more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;From this drama,  i learn alot. Really, life made simple is better than you think what you shold win, how you should win and etc... just make it simple. Besides, treat people with kindness from deep inside your heart. Although people may play fool with you and think that you are a fool, just let it to be, become like "Ah Wong". Be responsible on what are you doing. When ever you promise a thing, just do it with all your effort. Be hardworking and build success by own effort. Willing to forgive others and only remember happy moment but not every sad moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Every people will have their own talent, don't look down at them but help them to discover it. Cannot be greedy and just happy with what you can get. If people up there does not want you to get more, just don't over do it till you might get a even worst feed back. Don't too trust people although he or she is your relative and best friends. Sometimes they are those who betray you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hard is it? Think simple but don't trust people so easily... Not all ending will like this drama, but try to make it as far as you can...make it simple, and your life will be happier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqKERio1jQI/AAAAAAAAAdg/I_s0D0UNovk/s1600-h/U1513P28T3D1091574F326DT20060524142109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqKERio1jQI/AAAAAAAAAdg/I_s0D0UNovk/s320/U1513P28T3D1091574F326DT20060524142109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378006341924523266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Made Simple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-7001596076025947114?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/7001596076025947114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=7001596076025947114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7001596076025947114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7001596076025947114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-made-simple.html' title='Life made Simple'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqKERio1jQI/AAAAAAAAAdg/I_s0D0UNovk/s72-c/U1513P28T3D1091574F326DT20060524142109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-8851816508737580628</id><published>2009-09-05T02:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T02:47:42.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Another birthday</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Happy birthday to my friend, Mr Koay. Thought no celebration since all busy with assignment but at the end we plan to celebrate with him in KFC. Yeah~ go and buy cake together with Mr. Kam and finally we choose Black Forest~ wahaha, almost same name with "Mist in da forest". Go to KFC quite late and they plan to leave already. Espeacially the main character, he already full with his dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;First we give him a tiny little tart as a cake since we assume we were too late and cannot buy a nice cake. Then he faster use his body to cover the "big" gift as he say quite "proud" to have such a nice cake. Then we ask him to seperate the cake but he say:"How to seperate, so bigggg?!" Then at last we take out the real cake and this time, he no need to cover it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Take a few photo and they try to push him onto the cake, but we need to eat cake... so change plan, we push the tart on his face. After that Mr. Brock ask us to go his house for some wain or those "Guai Lou Leong Cha" aka western tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Go there end up with Mr. Magician teach us how to show magic. Then they play some game and those who lose need to drink tea. Me of cause din't drink but call my friend. Finally some of them drunk and start to act weird. Mr. Magic send some of them back. Then i finally got time to learn Mahjong. Nice game but blur also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Back at 3:30am and go for a supper till 4:00am. End up i am the most last who go back that day. swt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFW4WoaSAI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/GQdUcyZ1hJg/s1600-h/02092009348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFW4WoaSAI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/GQdUcyZ1hJg/s320/02092009348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377674956204820482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those who go that day: Ker lun(main), Kam,Li Ting, Ka Siew, Hooi Ling, Thong&lt;br /&gt;, Zhen Ye, Brock and Jacho. Of cause me who taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFYiZqCIhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/BFs2CIk8mVE/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFYiZqCIhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/BFs2CIk8mVE/s320/DSC00107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377676778083066386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They trying to get some nice pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFXatlPDZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/vqu7aM6b2UE/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFXatlPDZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/vqu7aM6b2UE/s320/DSC00101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377675546481069458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how Big is the cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFX3810sVI/AAAAAAAAAbI/RPuy3L2-l5U/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFX3810sVI/AAAAAAAAAbI/RPuy3L2-l5U/s320/DSC00102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377676048793383250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Real cake of cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFYi9JK8TI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Ey_UkfNFfQE/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFYi9JK8TI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Ey_UkfNFfQE/s320/DSC00108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377676787608908082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Open the box and prepare to make wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFX4dguVuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/J-k0TopPieg/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFX4dguVuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/J-k0TopPieg/s320/DSC00103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377676057563256546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Make wish so seriously or too touching till cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFZEJ34KRI/AAAAAAAAAcY/HtVOrCfVxQU/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFZEJ34KRI/AAAAAAAAAcY/HtVOrCfVxQU/s320/DSC00109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377677357961718034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy leh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFW6JRzkgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jxp_Ft5qxGE/s1600-h/02092009352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFW6JRzkgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jxp_Ft5qxGE/s320/02092009352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377674986980086274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Start to cut cake, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFZEs_1-BI/AAAAAAAAAcg/R8XKXXfZHXE/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFZEs_1-BI/AAAAAAAAAcg/R8XKXXfZHXE/s320/DSC00114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377677367390369810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some cannot stay anymore and grap the berry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFW6tkkE-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/RhcTusAdswA/s1600-h/02092009353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFW6tkkE-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/RhcTusAdswA/s320/02092009353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377674996722439138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then all come and grap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFX4zKcLgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/l1gNjtSYBR0/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFX4zKcLgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/l1gNjtSYBR0/s320/DSC00104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377676063375371778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See their hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFX5YzzRSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/i1QsIJCh424/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFX5YzzRSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/i1QsIJCh424/s320/DSC00105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377676073480963362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One taking picture, one eating d, one trying to grap more, one thinking what to grap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFYkfWdOyI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/MA7jvF_NxEQ/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFYkfWdOyI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/MA7jvF_NxEQ/s320/DSC00116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377676813971307298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;End up like this. All berry gone. See the last one? Yup, is for Ker lun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFZFklgcwI/AAAAAAAAAcw/gWPxcTLekBk/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFZFklgcwI/AAAAAAAAAcw/gWPxcTLekBk/s320/DSC00119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377677382312293122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final view of cake. Quite clean and tidy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFZGCy4dfI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ewdljQBmOFs/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFZGCy4dfI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ewdljQBmOFs/s320/DSC00122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377677390421456370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They drink this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFZqpHb5nI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/RD6b-YfJj0U/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFZqpHb5nI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/RD6b-YfJj0U/s320/DSC00127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377678019183502962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Play Mahjong without money de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFZpx_kuyI/AAAAAAAAAdA/5c_uptj9SoQ/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFZpx_kuyI/AAAAAAAAAdA/5c_uptj9SoQ/s320/DSC00125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377678004386577186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Pong!", kaka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFZqBdwOvI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LQWz4tO_M-w/s1600-h/DSC00126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFZqBdwOvI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LQWz4tO_M-w/s320/DSC00126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377678008539691762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get 4 "Fan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFZq_J-LoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/b-ue0wpIy9U/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFZq_J-LoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/b-ue0wpIy9U/s320/DSC00128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377678025099718274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice night view from my friend house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-8851816508737580628?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/8851816508737580628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=8851816508737580628&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8851816508737580628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8851816508737580628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-birthday.html' title='Another birthday'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SqFW4WoaSAI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/GQdUcyZ1hJg/s72-c/02092009348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-1238760100817602105</id><published>2009-08-28T23:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:26:39.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Book Fair</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today my senior ask me to accompany him to the KLCC Book Fest. Well, after a long time, i make my mind to follow him. Senior ask ma, for the first time wer, sure support wan. So faster rush back after class and go back down to eat dinner after put all my stuff in house. Who knows this senior more slow than me....he go bath but he ask me dun bath, waste of time since he already promise his friend to arrive at Wangsa Maju LRT station at 5:30pm. Too bad we arrive at 6:10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Walk a damn long wany just to see the book fest! What the world... Arrive there i sure go and look for my book which is related to anime and drawing. Too bad i walk there for almost 3-4 hours but cannot find any suit me. Some how my senior manage to buy some books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The book here very cheap? Dono since I am not always buy books and this time is my first time go to this kind of fair. But you can realize that almost all books is like 50% off compare to original price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then finally leave KLCC at 10:00pm and get frustrated again by the stupid metro bus. What kind of service you try to provide us? Wait there for dono how long time already and yet you dare to stop at Caltex petrol station for dono doing what kind of stupid thing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anywhere, thanks to Haw and Dragon, two senior who go with me today. I learn a lot.&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpgB5f4e9zI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OzUgWunEL6k/s1600-h/BOOKFEST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpgB5f4e9zI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OzUgWunEL6k/s320/BOOKFEST.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375048242589267762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BookFest@Malaysia 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpgAAX8y8YI/AAAAAAAAAZA/fM3VCbCIBQs/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpgAAX8y8YI/AAAAAAAAAZA/fM3VCbCIBQs/s320/DSC00100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375046161695699330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Need to wear this in the fair. If not, dono what will happen. Kick you out from there gua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Spf__Xp_B-I/AAAAAAAAAYw/tnzjbJeUAio/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Spf__Xp_B-I/AAAAAAAAAYw/tnzjbJeUAio/s320/DSC00091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375046144436930530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;English side, and some music CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Spf_-8dv4wI/AAAAAAAAAYo/c7ws-wDWmc4/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Spf_-8dv4wI/AAAAAAAAAYo/c7ws-wDWmc4/s320/DSC00090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375046137137849090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of english title book. Sorry my camera cannot fit in all the book ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Spf_-cJgQPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/cyZiRuwea_U/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Spf_-cJgQPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/cyZiRuwea_U/s320/DSC00089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375046128463003890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chinese site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Spf__9BWfqI/AAAAAAAAAY4/d4Fdskl-jj4/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Spf__9BWfqI/AAAAAAAAAY4/d4Fdskl-jj4/s320/DSC00099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375046154467049122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My senior bought this box of books. Keep on saying:"Cheap arr...cheap"~RM17-20...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpgCeHBq0sI/AAAAAAAAAZw/0TrBDxnH05E/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpgCeHBq0sI/AAAAAAAAAZw/0TrBDxnH05E/s320/DSC00092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375048871572067010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Night view taken by me when walk out from fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpgB7unHORI/AAAAAAAAAZo/UaC9crQXjjA/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpgB7unHORI/AAAAAAAAAZo/UaC9crQXjjA/s320/DSC00096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375048280902678802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suria KLCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpgB6Tu3zVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Fb3lrRV9574/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpgB6Tu3zVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Fb3lrRV9574/s320/DSC00093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375048256507596114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another dark view....dark but not creepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpgB7MBpo7I/AAAAAAAAAZg/YW_fjtE8f0c/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpgB7MBpo7I/AAAAAAAAAZg/YW_fjtE8f0c/s320/DSC00095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375048271618745266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice "Lake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-1238760100817602105?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/1238760100817602105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=1238760100817602105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1238760100817602105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1238760100817602105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/08/book-fair.html' title='Book Fair'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpgB5f4e9zI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OzUgWunEL6k/s72-c/BOOKFEST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-307139053614055931</id><published>2009-08-28T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:58:34.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Is this same?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is this same? My question to cafeteria... Went for a lunch as usual and today want to try another new food - Taiwan Soup Noodle. Hear the name also sounds good, but is this the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Spf9UotsQfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/FBtkYqrEKtQ/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Spf9UotsQfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/FBtkYqrEKtQ/s320/DSC00088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375043211258249714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See this picture? The chicken like so nice, dry mee with a good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Spf9UGrB1HI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5Q16jmimfGs/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Spf9UGrB1HI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5Q16jmimfGs/s320/DSC00087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375043202120275058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what i get. Same? is inside soup, the chicken like not very crispy...what the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-307139053614055931?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/307139053614055931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=307139053614055931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/307139053614055931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/307139053614055931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-this-same.html' title='Is this same?'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Spf9UotsQfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/FBtkYqrEKtQ/s72-c/DSC00088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-1505848268577366704</id><published>2009-08-26T02:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:34:45.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today our title is Hand.&lt;br /&gt;You can use hand to do a lot of thing...&lt;br /&gt;Let pictures below show something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQrLneVUaI/AAAAAAAAAWI/80HRx_0Dhk4/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQrLneVUaI/AAAAAAAAAWI/80HRx_0Dhk4/s320/DSC00068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373967733934608802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See this? Use to smash people wan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQrLBPgJYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/0bH8eDqDqt8/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQrLBPgJYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/0bH8eDqDqt8/s320/DSC00067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373967723671856514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This 1, like want something from dono who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQrKhkWg-I/AAAAAAAAAV4/3STvkQuuLiQ/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQrKhkWg-I/AAAAAAAAAV4/3STvkQuuLiQ/s320/DSC00065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373967715169371106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This leh, more like try to concentrate energy and give a nice chop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQrqkx3szI/AAAAAAAAAWw/nSLDy49ynF8/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQrqkx3szI/AAAAAAAAAWw/nSLDy49ynF8/s320/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373968265787192114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is "Nah, take la" or more polite "Here please..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQrqDcRwII/AAAAAAAAAWo/vIXK75eJeo4/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQrqDcRwII/AAAAAAAAAWo/vIXK75eJeo4/s320/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373968256838254722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This wan the thumb dono want to go where? Middle or side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQrpZslaQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/R7wts4XBKAQ/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQrpZslaQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/R7wts4XBKAQ/s320/DSC00057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373968245632362754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally choose to go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQsOhA330I/AAAAAAAAAXI/TM4ZsvbALyI/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQsOhA330I/AAAAAAAAAXI/TM4ZsvbALyI/s320/DSC00072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373968883251666754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nah, give you la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQsNzOwgII/AAAAAAAAAXA/vvLmPOVt0p8/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQsNzOwgII/AAAAAAAAAXA/vvLmPOVt0p8/s320/DSC00070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373968870961873026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Try to imagine you are saying "Wah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQrKC3PscI/AAAAAAAAAVw/NC4uANXTAl4/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQrKC3PscI/AAAAAAAAAVw/NC4uANXTAl4/s320/DSC00064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373967706927116738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See this? Imagine Sun Wukon blow his fur with this style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQro4uAT5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/LXqP63n2Ikc/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQro4uAT5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/LXqP63n2Ikc/s320/DSC00055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373968236779949970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I swear i won't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQs-Z2WaPI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZwHA8XBsZAg/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQs-Z2WaPI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZwHA8XBsZAg/s320/DSC00079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373969705962203378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dark strong fist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQroTiT2OI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UD6ZleEnmwE/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQroTiT2OI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UD6ZleEnmwE/s320/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373968226798786786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heard before? "Sa bou gam dai geh qun tao..."(cantonese: fist as big as clay pot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQsNZD55bI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0Ke8nT5LjtQ/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQsNZD55bI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0Ke8nT5LjtQ/s320/DSC00069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373968863937029554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Give me give me, give me $$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQs8iPyBbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/WKCXk1jVlcU/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQs8iPyBbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/WKCXk1jVlcU/s320/DSC00075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373969673856615858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He wanna do this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQsPApBOGI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ukCl4hTcLhQ/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQsPApBOGI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ukCl4hTcLhQ/s320/DSC00073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373968891741550690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But cannot wor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQsPmKf8fI/AAAAAAAAAXY/AI9_m8hOocM/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQsPmKf8fI/AAAAAAAAAXY/AI9_m8hOocM/s320/DSC00074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373968901814088178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So use hand lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQs9DTkuQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/T95Y5Cbwr-Q/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQs9DTkuQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/T95Y5Cbwr-Q/s320/DSC00076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373969682730891522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This wan no need hand...pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQs9bLOJZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HJjCirP3m_0/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQs9bLOJZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HJjCirP3m_0/s320/DSC00077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373969689138308498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to make his pity finger broke izit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQs97Xh6SI/AAAAAAAAAX4/aeVM9-P-1JE/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQs97Xh6SI/AAAAAAAAAX4/aeVM9-P-1JE/s320/DSC00078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373969697779869986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Heiiiiiii......." Ready for a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQtLu1fMxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Xim5WMLSSwM/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQtLu1fMxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Xim5WMLSSwM/s320/DSC00081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373969934934029074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See this? give comment after see, if not- Bang!&lt;br /&gt;Die under my fist....justkidding wan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-1505848268577366704?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/1505848268577366704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=1505848268577366704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1505848268577366704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1505848268577366704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/08/hand.html' title='Hand'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpQrLneVUaI/AAAAAAAAAWI/80HRx_0Dhk4/s72-c/DSC00068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-1924812258322079782</id><published>2009-08-25T22:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:05:03.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Mess up....</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How to spell mess up? What I want to say is the system here now in my mind is totally mess up. The most mess up problem is my mind dono himself already mess up! What the world happening around me? H1N1, assignment, test, exam, haze, sleepy head....what ever as long as all mess up. Dono what am i trying to post now also....&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpP6tddq_fI/AAAAAAAAAU4/23FY13kEfys/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpP6tddq_fI/AAAAAAAAAU4/23FY13kEfys/s320/DSC00036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373914439293271538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our main activity during free time-Ping Pong. Sad case it was not studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpP6sRZW8SI/AAAAAAAAAUo/EKC5NLZnWfo/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpP6sRZW8SI/AAAAAAAAAUo/EKC5NLZnWfo/s320/DSC00038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373914418874085666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking close look at this two fellow. Mask rider and a ping pong face guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpP6uT7gDzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/zH41z4eNORc/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpP6uT7gDzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/zH41z4eNORc/s320/DSC00013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373914453913898802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week presentation. See this group, pro!&lt;br /&gt;Some more looks so enjoy and free(especially black formal shirt guy, left 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpP6t4hUPOI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4gNBirsQyc0/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpP6t4hUPOI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4gNBirsQyc0/s320/DSC00016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373914446556314850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pro among pro. See how he screw his antenna? The pity green color thingy on table.&lt;br /&gt;Things really totally mess up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpP8ZoXWiEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lH11lZarJLQ/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpP8ZoXWiEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lH11lZarJLQ/s320/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373916297645426754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before start, some intro was made. See that pro? Trying to give warning to&lt;br /&gt;his partner(middle):"Do properly arr, if not later kill you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpP8aUNk3GI/AAAAAAAAAVY/HC7dfp9_wps/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpP8aUNk3GI/AAAAAAAAAVY/HC7dfp9_wps/s320/DSC00015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373916309415582818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, black guy wanna smash me already. While pro guy who split his antenna analyzing&lt;br /&gt;his partner performance. The second left pro guy, dono doing what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpP8a2uIBOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PhkH29Q13cc/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpP8a2uIBOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PhkH29Q13cc/s320/DSC00008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373916318678910178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, so pro till teach my partner. Some more hand can swing damn fast. Thunder move&lt;br /&gt;by pikachu......pika pika...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-1924812258322079782?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/1924812258322079782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=1924812258322079782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1924812258322079782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1924812258322079782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/08/mess-up.html' title='Mess up....'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SpP6tddq_fI/AAAAAAAAAU4/23FY13kEfys/s72-c/DSC00036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-2945914445114402318</id><published>2009-08-19T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:15:25.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I wanna be myself...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"I wanna be with you...", no doubt is another song lyric. This time is Akon and Will Pan- "Be with You". Change the lyric become be myself. Today a "god" provide me a way to score in practical test which is ***. Then he explain a lot that why must use his way and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok lo, give me the way you say just now..." by old man&lt;br /&gt;"Dissapointed with you, thought you will stay with your principle..." by "God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;First of all, this post not because of angry with his comment and try to fight back, but it is really what i think. Don't think too much, dear "God". Now talk back my principal. I will not go copy things which I think all of you will say bull sh** la. (Maybe no people will see also....sad case for an old man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I feel happy although i get low mark or even fail without copying. Really, don't believe, then go wash your eyes and try to know me start from beginning again, or just pull your eyes bigger. What for happy with a mark that not belong with you? I rather sing "You belong with me" by Taylor Swift which will make me more happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What else? Nothing......silly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SowIYRe7HnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nX0BjMhWZaw/s1600-h/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SowIYRe7HnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nX0BjMhWZaw/s320/k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371677668649148018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Principle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-2945914445114402318?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/2945914445114402318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=2945914445114402318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/2945914445114402318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/2945914445114402318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wanna-be-myself.html' title='I wanna be myself...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SowIYRe7HnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nX0BjMhWZaw/s72-c/k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-9010006720092397219</id><published>2009-08-17T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:01:42.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Today damn nice arr ?!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today, wake up early and try to finish up my assignment. Then finally all finish and what I can say is :"Oh Yeah.....". Went to eat vege for lunch and tape binding the assignment. When going for bus, me and my group member - Mr. Gold talking craps. Below is what we talk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today my heart damn peaceful arr..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ya meh? Why o?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eat vege ma... summore we listen to the amithaba (Na Mo A Mi To Fo)..."&lt;br /&gt;".....(speechless)....okok, sky become so nice, wind blow, birdy flying through the blue sky.."&lt;br /&gt;"Yaya, water flowing, feel happy....today is just damn nice..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Really damn nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Things get worst. I forget to take my lab report go. Wanna go print oso cannot, have to call my housemate and ask him send to me. Then thought all will be fine, who knows my whole stack of paper gone missing including the tutorial which will held later. After the tutorial without tutorial paper, went to pass up the report after print. Another worst thing, I cannot find tutor pigeon hole, what the world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Went up to 3rd floor and 4th floor to search for it. Then walking up and down from 1st floor up to 5th floor. Ask the officer, she say :"down there ma...". Finally found it but it seems like tutor will never go take it since the pigeon is just settled. Dono she know where is her new pigeon hole or not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, today is a good day ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SolwfwSV3gI/AAAAAAAAAUY/3RbxbE5NYPI/s1600-h/27b458384145.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SolwfwSV3gI/AAAAAAAAAUY/3RbxbE5NYPI/s320/27b458384145.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370947721456115202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Know what this mean? Google if dono....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-9010006720092397219?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/9010006720092397219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=9010006720092397219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/9010006720092397219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/9010006720092397219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-damn-nice-arr.html' title='Today damn nice arr ?!'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SolwfwSV3gI/AAAAAAAAAUY/3RbxbE5NYPI/s72-c/27b458384145.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-6974015852662100320</id><published>2009-08-12T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:36:48.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Starbug</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Starbug not starbuck... Going to create back an assignment like what happened in PJ Campus. Just cannot stop myself when my partner suggest this, not life partner of cause, is a friend. Today suddenly think of the title of it and draw something very craps, i consider. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SoGdv8cylMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/q-EHGveEbRc/s1600-h/hehe.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SoGdv8cylMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/q-EHGveEbRc/s320/hehe.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368745677808637122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starbug ! Nice leh~~~Wanna join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-6974015852662100320?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/6974015852662100320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=6974015852662100320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6974015852662100320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6974015852662100320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/08/starbug.html' title='Starbug'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SoGdv8cylMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/q-EHGveEbRc/s72-c/hehe.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-6459945879490038284</id><published>2009-08-08T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:46:32.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>What the world...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday was a scary day for me. CS test, not counter strike but communication system. I so scare because i am totally blur in this subject. Proud to say that there is one fren willing to teach me from first tutorial till the third, I call him God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Don't talk about this, change it into another title-responsible.We are responsible to our own doing. Plagiarism is certainly a bad thing. I know you maybe dun plan to plagiarism and just want to refer, but hey, at least ask for the permission. Owner dun let and that is another case, but at least ask first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last sem there is one thing happened on me, and i think you will know if you follow my post. My report i never borrow to any people, just my partner in lab session, and then even my housemate also got my report? What the world is that. Then all get my report but I dono who is the main cause for this. My partner said he never photostate for others, then what happened here. Maybe my report is not damn super good, but it is my work. I so hard prepare it but you guys just get it, refer it without let me know and maybe just don't wanna say it if i dint realize it. I ask some of them but they say:"I get this from my friend" What the world is happened here. So irresponsible answer. At least tell me who give you all so that i can give warning to him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I just hate, be responsible a bit... At least ask first....ask before you get a title of "thief" and pay for it.. That time you will blame me not give face to you all, but think back, who does not give face to who first? Is the fellow who did it who dun wanna give himself a face, silly...&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn01DYG1LHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/rXcrP3taWqQ/s1600-h/plagiarism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn01DYG1LHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/rXcrP3taWqQ/s320/plagiarism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367504663022480498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plagiarism, i hate....be responsible with what are you doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-6459945879490038284?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/6459945879490038284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=6459945879490038284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6459945879490038284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6459945879490038284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-world.html' title='What the world...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn01DYG1LHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/rXcrP3taWqQ/s72-c/plagiarism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-8923704795799769020</id><published>2009-08-08T15:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:57:40.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to CM</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Happy Birthdayto Mr.CM. I know it is too late to post this up but now only i got a chance to post it up. Let us travel back to that day with time machine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That day he know we will celebrate for him, but dono what time and he assume not at the time he wanna sleep, so he just like usual change his short pants and prepare for sleep. I was with him in the room since I am in charge of inform his coursemate when he slept so that we can drag him out from bed and give him a surprise. Then my housemate decide to change plan. Since he online inside the room, they open the door for his coursemate to come inside, he just won't know that. Then they knock the door and as usual, he go and open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Happy Birthday to you...." Sing till not even half, he close the door, open it again and take a look again. Now he realize all his coursemate come to our house at midnight. He say:" Why all come? So many people..." Then he close the door again. He tell me:"What de, why come now, i am with my short pants la." So he rush into the bathroom and change his pants. Actually the pants not very short la, but who knows, he just want to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After wishing, his course rep order people to catch him, and give his face some special treatment. All dun wanna let him get away and his course rep spread some of the cream on his face. Then he too high, and go hug our pity housemate and tends to share with him the special cream. At last almost 4-5 people have cream on their face. Then when he go wash his face, his coursemate faster take out the present - basket ball and put it inside a plastic beg after wrapping it with newspaper. Then my housemate put in some old socks and give him the whole thing. Birthday boy just dun believe below the old smelly socks will hide a basket ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then they all play "Kurap", which is a card game. Different tactics come out from them in order to win this game. The most great is talking. Yup, one of his coursemate did not play and keep talking to them, This tactic success to make some of them pay too much attention on talking and lost the game. Three of them including the birthday boy even worst, choose cards before start play, so normally at the back, they always wins. Some just put down the card although they did not win, but get a "Buuuuuu....." from the rest, wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When some people lost, they just dono. This is why this game called "Kurap". So all just pretend nothing and keep on playing, until some of them cannot hold it, and laugh. They went back at 3 am, and the birthday boy ask me inside the room about the planning. Yup, this time he get a surprise, not like last year which he say he did not get any. &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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0qQYei5pI/AAAAAAAAATw/fHBYQvp0yzY/s1600-h/Photo0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0qQYei5pI/AAAAAAAAATw/fHBYQvp0yzY/s320/Photo0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367492791832340114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0qPgOqJcI/AAAAAAAAATg/XEM9ftDDHtA/s1600-h/Photo0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0qPgOqJcI/AAAAAAAAATg/XEM9ftDDHtA/s320/Photo0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367492776733320642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how many people come to celebrate with him? What a nice midnight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0qQzPn6nI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HX3XXrGgTys/s1600-h/Photo0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0qQzPn6nI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HX3XXrGgTys/s320/Photo0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367492799017511538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All playing "Kurap"... Now is this green shirt guy turns to distribute card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0qP4ydpiI/AAAAAAAAATo/f7w8v057cps/s1600-h/Photo0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0qP4ydpiI/AAAAAAAAATo/f7w8v057cps/s320/Photo0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367492783325947426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This seems a bit "Fat" guy(First from the left) is the one who keep on talking to them, nice job. Erm, actually he not that fat, just that he move when i press the button, so....Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0qQSsUKyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/PEy_PlqqLSY/s1600-h/Photo0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0qQSsUKyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/PEy_PlqqLSY/s320/Photo0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367492790279482146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See another guy playing computer alone? He like to play card, but choose to go back earlier,so playing computer(Edited after comment...). These three guy(First, second and third from the left, not the holding handphone fellow) which is that green guy, indian guy and the red guy hold the "Virgin" title for that night. Because they keep on winning....wow. The one that besides red guy just lost his "Virgin" because talking too much and lost at the final few round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0p_HkuMoI/AAAAAAAAATY/GH6afMGs8c0/s1600-h/Photo0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0p_HkuMoI/AAAAAAAAATY/GH6afMGs8c0/s320/Photo0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367492495237067394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Basketball, see that? His present, but seems like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0p-XGCb6I/AAAAAAAAATA/mjkQ1rQB-pY/s1600-h/Photo0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0p-XGCb6I/AAAAAAAAATA/mjkQ1rQB-pY/s320/Photo0043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367492482223468450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He more like this present, which he wait for about 1 month and pay 60 for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0p-HyhKdI/AAAAAAAAAS4/A_Tkk6nxCYM/s1600-h/Photo0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0p-HyhKdI/AAAAAAAAAS4/A_Tkk6nxCYM/s320/Photo0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367492478115064274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One book, one bookmark, one cd and a key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0p-hMBTcI/AAAAAAAAATI/Y7VvHfIj8nY/s1600-h/Photo0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0p-hMBTcI/AAAAAAAAATI/Y7VvHfIj8nY/s320/Photo0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367492484932914626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cd who only contain 2 songs, but he love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0p-18fYrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5ApEVmXoqyM/s1600-h/Photo0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0p-18fYrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5ApEVmXoqyM/s320/Photo0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367492490504921778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This key i think he loves the most. He change it with the shop owner to get this gree one. He say can open "H" heart with this special key...good, creative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-8923704795799769020?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/8923704795799769020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=8923704795799769020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8923704795799769020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8923704795799769020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-cm.html' title='Happy Birthday to CM'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sn0qQYei5pI/AAAAAAAAATw/fHBYQvp0yzY/s72-c/Photo0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-5695100886972859898</id><published>2009-08-04T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:02:45.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Clap hand for the miracle...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ladies and gentlemans, clap hand now. No use to talk much, see this and you will realize what miracle happened on me.&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SnhaAfV7-NI/AAAAAAAAASw/BsfWahy4yuw/s1600-h/Photo0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SnhaAfV7-NI/AAAAAAAAASw/BsfWahy4yuw/s320/Photo0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366137920471955666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See this two pen? Any difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SnhaAD3DqSI/AAAAAAAAASo/EqtfXSA2DAQ/s1600-h/Photo0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SnhaAD3DqSI/AAAAAAAAASo/EqtfXSA2DAQ/s320/Photo0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366137913094678818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now see what is inside...see difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No doubt, one full with ink and one no more ink. So clap hand for the pen which is already no ink, wuahahaha. This is the first time i can use my pen until this situation- no ink since my primary school (not using pen at that time, so consider use till finish). Everytime i buy a new pen, ink will stop to come out after 1 weeks, most long dead line also 2 weeks. But the pen below, i use for almost one month and finally the ink FINISH...WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;First of all, I will like to thanks my friend - KKL who ask me to try this pen. Without him, I will not have a chance to upload this miracle and happy moment. Secondly I will like to thanks Tauke So from stationary shop. Without her, I won't be able to buy this pen. Thank you all of you, this is for you all, I just love you all....woho...&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/9201090374184842642-5695100886972859898?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/5695100886972859898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=5695100886972859898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5695100886972859898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5695100886972859898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/08/clap-hand-for-miracle.html' title='Clap hand for the miracle...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SnhaAfV7-NI/AAAAAAAAASw/BsfWahy4yuw/s72-c/Photo0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-8139272117245782267</id><published>2009-08-04T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:45:27.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Remember...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tonight suddenly think back about NS time and feel like wanna watch the small video file again. Search all around but it just cannot appear in front of me. Finally get it from another NS friend. Watch it back and suddenly feel the warm i got from the video with the song sang by those malays when saturday night. The song make us hard to sleep since they bring guitar and trainer also join one leg in their party. That time really feel like wanna smack them but know when see back, memories all come back. Like the old style of writing, all those sad, happy, funny scene recall back...what a wonderful night for me although not enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Snchx-NT7JI/AAAAAAAAASg/EdBukv2nvvA/s1600-h/10133393_m_10133395_6616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Snchx-NT7JI/AAAAAAAAASg/EdBukv2nvvA/s320/10133393_m_10133395_6616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365794623431371922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice view as what i see from my mind...nice to recall back although not all happy stuff. Will always remember that although mouth say hate NS, really well...i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/XIAOYA%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-8139272117245782267?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/8139272117245782267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=8139272117245782267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8139272117245782267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8139272117245782267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/08/remember.html' title='Remember...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Snchx-NT7JI/AAAAAAAAASg/EdBukv2nvvA/s72-c/10133393_m_10133395_6616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-6698315569727375114</id><published>2009-07-30T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:48:04.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SnHAFO6_Q1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/HLkARdpe_1w/s1600-h/788m227i2oc25878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SnHAFO6_Q1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/HLkARdpe_1w/s320/788m227i2oc25878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364279827312362322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An empty botol;&lt;br /&gt;keep what ever you tell;&lt;br /&gt;feel what ever you tell;&lt;br /&gt;float in the middle of deep blue sea;&lt;br /&gt;keep your secrets with a nice small cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-6698315569727375114?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/6698315569727375114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=6698315569727375114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6698315569727375114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6698315569727375114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/07/bottle.html' title='Bottle'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SnHAFO6_Q1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/HLkARdpe_1w/s72-c/788m227i2oc25878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-701822224151255358</id><published>2009-07-30T21:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:42:13.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Soya bean</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"What you want to drink, sir?" "Soya ice". This is what you will normally hear if you eat dinner together with me. My friend who know me well will order it for me sumtimes in case i am ordering food. Some will ask me:"Why always soya?" "Wanna become more beauty and white", stupid answer but i like it, just like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Some say drink soya can make your skin more white, some say guy drink more bean stuff will slowly become more like a girl, which i hate. To tell you the truth(Although all i wrote in front was true), soya is very sweet, honeyed and feel fresh when drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But today i no "Yuan" with soya (no chance to drink). When i say:"Soya", he say:"No soya today". Damn sad and hurt my tiny little heart. Sad case... what ever, just wanna express my feeling towards - Soya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SnGiF9bFpdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PtBAAUaG0PI/s1600-h/11252720_997512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SnGiF9bFpdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PtBAAUaG0PI/s320/11252720_997512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364246854446196178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soya...Soya...soya...soya...bean~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-701822224151255358?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/701822224151255358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=701822224151255358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/701822224151255358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/701822224151255358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/07/soya-bean.html' title='Soya bean'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SnGiF9bFpdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PtBAAUaG0PI/s72-c/11252720_997512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-3553360723139654561</id><published>2009-07-27T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:09:41.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Beauty of imagination</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Remember this quote:"The beauty of xxx law...". Today title is the beauty of imagination. Get frustrated when I heard the word:"Come back again later....make another appointment...etc". Go back to class draw sumthing on the paper. Suddenly get an idea from my friend who ask me to draw about xxx. After i draw, three of us add everything comes in our mind and make the picture more beautiful. Wahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After adding all those stuff, heart feel better and realize that this is one of the way to make you awake rather than you  transform into superman in lecture hall.(For more information about this superman thingy, dun ask me, forget where i saw it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sm3BcCPaFfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/6d3QeLZYG8Q/s1600-h/Photo0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sm3BcCPaFfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/6d3QeLZYG8Q/s320/Photo0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363155418650121714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See this two very irritating guys trying to kiss each others? Who are they? Imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry for the very bad quality picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-3553360723139654561?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/3553360723139654561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=3553360723139654561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3553360723139654561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3553360723139654561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/07/beauty-of-imagination.html' title='Beauty of imagination'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sm3BcCPaFfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/6d3QeLZYG8Q/s72-c/Photo0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-8127741562281491497</id><published>2009-07-22T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:57:46.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Friend or Alone?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What do you think about friends? What is it? There is a statement or maybe a funny quote which translate from Mandrin- A friend is for betrayed. Remember those times in secondary, my parents always ask me make more friends, no matter guys or girls. And the weird thing is I can only mix with girls (One of the reason why those guys still think i am a GAY! Shut up...). Then i started to realize that:"Oh, got a lot of friends is not that bad, quite happy sometimes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Things change slowly by slowly after I enter U. Maybe i am too sensitive like what i wrote in here for many times, but sometimes "she" is not very happy with it especially those that related to me and friends. No doubt, argue again but who will win? There is nothing wrong with what we said, no right no wrong maybe. When I have make more friends, it seems like the equation- "Friend = Friend" is not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know now some of those who visit this blog is my U friends due to the linking in their blog, but please don't get misunderstood with what i write here. Is not mean you all, but some of my friend and don't ask why and who(which is the purpose i write this blog, privacy) Sometimes they just make me dissapointed enough. My friend in MSN ask:"Hey, got any best friend now?"&lt;br /&gt;Guess what i answer? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sad case right? Then he ask again:"Then good friend got already lo?" Sad case again, nope. For me, what is best friend also i dono, even good friend also i blur. Looks like what my NS friend ask is correct."How you maintain you relationship? " And looks like I am the most sad case. But luckily i still got some friends(who read this blog, maybe is one of you...hahaha) which make me think at least they are still consider friends for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So what should I choose? Friend which "she" and I will get hurt? Or maybe just alone, two of us with "him" which will come back at any times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Smaa_jlugzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/QcYnCGRJUog/s1600-h/yt0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Smaa_jlugzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/QcYnCGRJUog/s320/yt0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361142823107068722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the season of miss and memory, what I wanna tell you is&lt;br /&gt;you are my best friends in my life... Which propably wont&lt;br /&gt;happened to me. Sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Smaa_TERltI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fTcH7WPfLTM/s1600-h/88905655731718163fzu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Smaa_TERltI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fTcH7WPfLTM/s320/88905655731718163fzu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361142818671793874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How happy are they? How happy was two of us without&lt;br /&gt;friends that betray us? Maybe we will never meet&lt;br /&gt;without those friend also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:Dont ask  anything, leave comment can, hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-8127741562281491497?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/8127741562281491497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=8127741562281491497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8127741562281491497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8127741562281491497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/07/friend-or-alone.html' title='Friend or Alone?'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Smaa_jlugzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/QcYnCGRJUog/s72-c/yt0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-6704321856951368590</id><published>2009-07-18T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:12:17.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Is a love story?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Is a love story, baby just say yes...". No doubt is a "Love Story" from Taylor Swift, go hear it, nice and suit me. Some people ask me who is the "She" in my blog (or maybe "her"). I already told that you ask me mean you dono me...even now only two people know who is she. So i am here to tell you a story, but not love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long long time ago, bout 8 years back;&lt;br /&gt;He and she first meet;&lt;br /&gt;He not close to her and vise versa;&lt;br /&gt;He din't even willing to talk to her;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day, they finally talk to each others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and she become quite close;&lt;br /&gt;many things happened made them closer and closer;&lt;br /&gt;He will share happiness and sadness with her;&lt;br /&gt;And she will try hard to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a problem with 'he';&lt;br /&gt;He is too kind and does not know how to say 'NO';&lt;br /&gt;They fight for this matter many times;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing come out as a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, another 'he' come out;&lt;br /&gt;Let's define him as DARK;&lt;br /&gt;DARK is totally different with 'he';&lt;br /&gt;DARK know how to protect himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few years, she suffer a lot;&lt;br /&gt;But grow up a lot too;&lt;br /&gt;He sad cause he is too coward to protect her;&lt;br /&gt;But not DARK;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARK always come out when she cry;&lt;br /&gt;But some problem happened to DARK;&lt;br /&gt;DARK just cannot protect her, physically;&lt;br /&gt;But mentally DARK always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and slowly, fate bring them together;&lt;br /&gt;Three of them I mean;&lt;br /&gt;DARK teach 'he' how to protect her;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like she will be happy when DARK is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 'he' learn from experience and from DARK;&lt;br /&gt;He swear he will protect her;&lt;br /&gt;Won't allow single tears flow from her eyes,anymore;&lt;br /&gt;And DARK happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now DARK leave two of them, far away;&lt;br /&gt;She miss him and he can just see from aside;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing can be change;&lt;br /&gt;What can they do now is grow up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone else does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SmHvgY_LhXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jSFsPW-H3OU/s1600-h/wd070711045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SmHvgY_LhXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jSFsPW-H3OU/s320/wd070711045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359828371289900402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What you think when you see these? I think of my child hood.&lt;br /&gt;Try to be strong enough to protect her, will never wanna let her cry again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't mess with this 'he' and hurt her, cause you will pay for it when DARK know about it. You can choose to not believe it, but just hear it first. Next time DARK come out, maybe 'he' and she also cannot control anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dont ask me who is this three guys, at least not in the CS slot.&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/9201090374184842642-6704321856951368590?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/6704321856951368590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=6704321856951368590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6704321856951368590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6704321856951368590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-love-story.html' title='Is a love story?'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SmHvgY_LhXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jSFsPW-H3OU/s72-c/wd070711045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-6617546268986084485</id><published>2009-07-16T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:53:00.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Volcano erupting?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know maybe i am thinking too much again, but this time hope my temper wont erupt. I know it is nothing to you all and you all might think:"Just want it as a 'sumthing' ma...". I still need you guys as part of me, but this not mean that I will obey what you all say. Remember my rules? I wont change myself just to be a friend with you all, dont test my temper and this is really a warning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Maybe some of you will confuse and this mean that you all still not close with me and dono what i feel. You all will say why dont just say it out but type in this blog since maybe no people will come and see it also. If can say i already say it out and there is a reason I dun wanna say, i am thinking of sumthing, scaring of missing sumthing. You guys not me and wont understand what is my situation. Remember that talk is always easy than act. Some more, i am such a coward person and i always considering too much before act, thats why they say i think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Besides, be responsible a bit la. I am kind and i am not writing down here to make you all praise me, I am not here to promote myself but all already know that. I am kind not mean you can bully me. You all always find me to get this get that and even wont stop although i already give some hints that i dun like it. I am kind but not as a sponser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last warning: Dont mess with me until I become a person that you totally cannot recognize me! Is True and this is really wanna explode me if it continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sl4HUy7CQFI/AAAAAAAAANk/XzmOb533FdI/s1600-h/arenal-volcano.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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sl4HUy7CQFI/AAAAAAAAANk/XzmOb533FdI/s320/arenal-volcano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358728660465631314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it nice to have a view like this once a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sl4HVY1uz8I/AAAAAAAAANs/R7sSdLOWEK0/s1600-h/volcano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sl4HVY1uz8I/AAAAAAAAANs/R7sSdLOWEK0/s320/volcano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358728670643933122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dont hope to see this in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-6617546268986084485?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/6617546268986084485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=6617546268986084485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6617546268986084485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6617546268986084485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/07/volcano-erupting.html' title='Volcano erupting?'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sl4HUy7CQFI/AAAAAAAAANk/XzmOb533FdI/s72-c/arenal-volcano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-5080386938535826050</id><published>2009-07-10T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:25:23.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Tears of waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Years ago I meet you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Years ago I hold your hand;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the day when we first meet?&lt;br /&gt;Remember what you talk to me when we first meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago we have such a happy moment;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago I always waiting for you at the place we first meet;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago you suddenly dissapear from my view and gone forever;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago I watching the tree we plant together with tears full on my face;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You no longer be with me;&lt;br /&gt;You no longer hold my hand;&lt;br /&gt;You let me waiting in the cold;&lt;br /&gt;You let me dream of you but couldn't meet you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree we plant no longer be there;&lt;br /&gt;The tree no longer as same as past few years;&lt;br /&gt;The tree no longer poured by stream of joy;&lt;br /&gt;But with tears of love, tears of missing you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It flow like a river like it will never end;&lt;br /&gt;Like the river which separate us far from each others;&lt;br /&gt;Tree will grow but not as happy as you think;&lt;br /&gt;Tree will live but no longer as happy as when you were there;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I miss you can you figure it out?&lt;br /&gt;Can you understand the way I feel when ever I saw our pictures?&lt;br /&gt;Can you ever remember me when you live at the others side?&lt;br /&gt;Can you remember that we had a nice moments before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be here waiting for you;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting the moment we will meet again;&lt;br /&gt;If you can remember me like I do everytimes;&lt;br /&gt;I will sacrifice everything to change for that moment;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how short the time will be;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what will I sacrifice;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna see you again;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna meet with you again;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to pour our tree with stream of joy;&lt;br /&gt;No longer with tears of love;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of love;&lt;br /&gt;A prove that I love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever and always, law which will never change;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of love, prove that will never end with the times go by;&lt;br /&gt;Love you more that I can say, I can write;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to love without tears of sad but tears of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SlYhq67USrI/AAAAAAAAANU/w7Fx52k1Bos/s1600-h/love-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SlYhq67USrI/AAAAAAAAANU/w7Fx52k1Bos/s320/love-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356505828060056242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who loves you? Me who you might forget but I won't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SlYhrZQEAqI/AAAAAAAAANc/3f41OoyhJFY/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SlYhrZQEAqI/AAAAAAAAANc/3f41OoyhJFY/s320/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356505836200133282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love, shape of heart, hold it tight。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-5080386938535826050?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/5080386938535826050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=5080386938535826050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5080386938535826050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/5080386938535826050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/07/tears-of-waiting.html' title='Tears of waiting'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SlYhq67USrI/AAAAAAAAANU/w7Fx52k1Bos/s72-c/love-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-1410684129780524435</id><published>2009-07-05T13:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:15:45.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you but you will not realize it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those time that I think about you not just one day, but years;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the time we meet with each others arrive;&lt;br /&gt;But what I get is a rejection from you...&lt;br /&gt;Hope that the smile on your face is true;&lt;br /&gt;Not a fake smile that you use to cover your sadness;&lt;br /&gt;If forget you can make you live a more happier life, I do.&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to forget you, protect you from somewhere you cannot see me;&lt;br /&gt;Since my appearence will make you suffer, I will forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, the law that will never change, forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SlBRS7zyXMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/krk-Cfom0eU/s1600-h/144830697_931712fa9d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SlBRS7zyXMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/krk-Cfom0eU/s320/144830697_931712fa9d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354869342677916866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the sky, and choose to forget you...just like how the cloud passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-1410684129780524435?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/1410684129780524435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=1410684129780524435&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1410684129780524435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/1410684129780524435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SlBRS7zyXMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/krk-Cfom0eU/s72-c/144830697_931712fa9d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-153282083561010825</id><published>2009-06-24T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:00:25.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Transformer: Rise Of The Fallen</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Transformer: Rise Of The Fallen on today and I go watch even i just back from sick, sad of myself. My housemate book many tickets so i get two of them and watch with one of my coursemate. Not that i dun wanna bring all go but my housemate say can just bring one, no choice. Arrive at Pavilion at about 2 like that. After pay and get tickets, go walk around in Sungai Wang Complex and Lawyat. Finally is the time. Not as bad as what i heard, but i wont write down here, spoiler i will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize a few thing from this movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why we must kill, hunting or harm each others?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why when the time we harm same spesies, others willing to help us?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No pain, no gain...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exchange something to get what you wish for...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Human won't dare to say out "LOVE" till the moment they wanna die or after die.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't feel what others feel if you are not them. You think they dun need you, but the fact is...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Law not always right. Big not always right. Huge not always right. (Based on situation)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dont kick others out after they help you, you will regret of it...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Important of love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beware, others can hear you, secretly...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Important of history, maybe herstory, wahaha...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't break your promise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trust yourself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't easily give up &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SkI7ziTYPKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2VqOSj_OdUE/s1600-h/01_optimus_prime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SkI7ziTYPKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2VqOSj_OdUE/s320/01_optimus_prime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350905063837023394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Transformer: Rise Of The Fallen&lt;br /&gt;Nice to watch, nice to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-153282083561010825?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/153282083561010825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=153282083561010825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/153282083561010825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/153282083561010825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformer-rise-of-fallen.html' title='Transformer: Rise Of The Fallen'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SkI7ziTYPKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2VqOSj_OdUE/s72-c/01_optimus_prime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-940647116554209515</id><published>2009-06-24T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:04:00.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Fever Ep3-OK?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today is the third day for my blood test but forget how long already for my fever although i am already recover from it. Rush in order to get a good number but this time seems it change place, the emergency part dono doing what H1N1 talk or something like that. This public clinic got a lot of people and after so long time finally reach me. RM5 ! Charge me for that just to key in my detail into that computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then wait like an idiot again on the first floor. The nurse finally come and i follow her. After take my blood, ambulans come with the "Bi Bo" sounds...Bi Bo Bi Bo...haha, with some guidence from two police motorcycle, maybe is some serious accident. I thought all nurse in hospital should seen this quite few times, who know that nurse who treating me very look at the situation like she never saw before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I take my blood to the counter, and she charge me RM5.50 again? What ever. I thought this time will be very long again, who knows just about 30 min, it done. Done, is it a miracle? So guess what, this time she ask me to come again on the next tuesday. What for since I already recover? So i ask can i don't come, she say yes if i already feel alright. So i straight away go back to Genting Klang on that night. What for? Study of cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SkIwyt2ymtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KQLlX5dK2rs/s1600-h/600px-Symbol_OK.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SkIwyt2ymtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KQLlX5dK2rs/s320/600px-Symbol_OK.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350892955130567378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The result i get - Alright or OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SkIwyTGaygI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NowJyfZe_6o/s1600-h/ambulance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SkIwyTGaygI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NowJyfZe_6o/s320/ambulance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350892947948358146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bi Bo Bi Bo Bi Bo Bi Bo Bi Bo Bi Bo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-940647116554209515?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/940647116554209515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=940647116554209515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/940647116554209515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/940647116554209515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/06/fever-ep3-ok.html' title='Fever Ep3-OK?'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SkIwyt2ymtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KQLlX5dK2rs/s72-c/600px-Symbol_OK.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-4769071765593212842</id><published>2009-06-21T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:00:31.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Fever Ep 2-Dengue?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today, another blood testing day. Went there again and this time, same thing. In and out again. This time is a black skin doctor which more faster than yesterday new comer. The air-cond here not so cool already, maybe the management there get argue from everyone or maybe they can read my mind, hehe. The result same too, and i need to come AGAIN~ I get a MC for almost one week, so won't scare for being kick out from exam hall. What to do, maybe dengue wer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This time went back, many thing to drinks. First is plain water. Then 100 plus which i drink about 1 botal per day, plain water about more than 5 litres. Then the most weird thing- frog plus bitter gourd. After that is watermelon juice. All because of my parents heard from others parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sj5Ji96yu_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/r37YUqgoGkw/s1600-h/watermelon-juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sj5Ji96yu_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/r37YUqgoGkw/s320/watermelon-juice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349794272448265202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I beg this one better than the water by frog add bitter gourd, don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-4769071765593212842?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/4769071765593212842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=4769071765593212842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/4769071765593212842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/4769071765593212842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/06/fever-ep-2-dengue.html' title='Fever Ep 2-Dengue?'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sj5Ji96yu_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/r37YUqgoGkw/s72-c/watermelon-juice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-6821324081540921942</id><published>2009-06-21T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:44:38.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Fever Ep 1?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Fever, i get this lovely thingy since tuesday which is 16/June/2009. Usually i just need to take some panadol and it will be alright, but not this time. This fever come back everytime it go, so my housemate assume is dengue~ Thursday night my father ask me to buy "Panadol Active Fast", i ate it. Maybe i am sensitive to it, my whole body pop up some red dot, not some but a lot. Friday my  father go to my place and fetch me for doctor checking. Dr. Hon say maybe the red dot is due to the medicine, or maybe too hot, or maybe dengue~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When for blood checking on the next day, which is yesterday. The hospital really something. I wait there, and they call me inside. After temperature checking, i wait outside again. After about ten minutes, i been called again and this time is blood checking, FBC (Full Blood Count). The doctor or maybe a practical doctor, make me almost feel hopeless with my sickness. Her move so slow, even tide my arm to blood checking but almost forget to untide it till i ask her, if not my hand will turn purple and abandoned (suit to use this word here? I want to say cell pass away and my hand become useless.) I am not blamming her, we need to give chance to all new comers, really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then went out again and this time wait for almost 3-4 hours. I am not blamming for that but can the hospital shut down the air-cond? Too cold. Maybe you say because i am fever so i say like that but others also same feeling like me. The report come out and she say i am ok, but due to dono wat reason, i must come back tomorrow for another FBC. Hey, outside damn cold, inside also cold, you expect your patient to survive in those situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now i thought everything will be back to normal until my father bring me to one of the shop near the hospital and his work place. We ate there. Now i even angry. Those people know my father, and my father tell them how sh** the service of the hospital. Those mee-seller come and say:"Ai yeh, why so red wan, dangerous wan arr....hey, XXX come here and take a look". Then the chicken rice seller come and say:"Wah, dangerous lo. Never give him drink water made from frog and Bitter gourd meh. Cause frog eat mosquitor wan ma...( I know maybe this prescription is true, but I really dun think so it related with what the frog eat.)" Then another workers there come and start again. I become like an exhibit. You sick but everybody stay around you and talk non stop, plus the very hot environment, frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sj5G8SClnmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_FWVhp5zbOc/s1600-h/Gourd_BitterGourdYardfar_B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sj5G8SClnmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_FWVhp5zbOc/s320/Gourd_BitterGourdYardfar_B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349791408811515490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This thing plus an animal who eat mosquitor can save me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-6821324081540921942?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/6821324081540921942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=6821324081540921942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6821324081540921942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/6821324081540921942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/06/fever-ep-1.html' title='Fever Ep 1?'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sj5G8SClnmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_FWVhp5zbOc/s72-c/Gourd_BitterGourdYardfar_B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-2638598612357824614</id><published>2009-06-14T01:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T02:10:06.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Worst day...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last Friday was a worst day, not the worst but can consider bad day. Went in to my friend's lecture and found out something, very impolite. A student suddenly shout out:" Repeat again!" Can you see how "polite" is him or her? Then the lecturer explain all over again and ask back the whole class:"Understand?" All say yes but that particular student said:"Huh?" just like he or she never pay attention to what the lecturer explain. So the lecture start to getting high pressure... Please be polite a bit even you are close to that people, please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then went to my very first practical lab. Guess what, today I did not have time for lunch and the only solution is to finish the lab as soon as possible. Things always wont go according to what you plan, so i finish my lab just the time and no time for lunch. Went for the next class and sit in front of my secondary friend. Don't no what happened, he keep on saying:"Hungry arr, I wanna eat arr...". This make me more hungry since I didn't eat from 8am to 4pm. So next time, I will aim for food...FOOD~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SjPqNvFWc0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/wATUyBfl2FM/s1600-h/xinsrc_452010219150714310253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SjPqNvFWc0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/wATUyBfl2FM/s320/xinsrc_452010219150714310253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346874704317018946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Polite, please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SjPqN1_fyUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wHCYpidddLk/s1600-h/food-fast.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SjPqN1_fyUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wHCYpidddLk/s320/food-fast.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346874706171513154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SjPqNQ4QB4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/M1h_-jdvoDk/s1600-h/00103476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SjPqNQ4QB4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/M1h_-jdvoDk/s320/00103476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346874696209008514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How nice if I can eat this in lecture time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-2638598612357824614?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/2638598612357824614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=2638598612357824614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/2638598612357824614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/2638598612357824614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/06/worst-day.html' title='Worst day...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SjPqNvFWc0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/wATUyBfl2FM/s72-c/xinsrc_452010219150714310253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-8689104198066023312</id><published>2009-06-11T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:05:31.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Night Market...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Another experience in my life, go out to night market with my housemate and some people which i am not very close too. Don't ask me why i decide to go, just wanna try so i just go. Sit a cab to the place and start my night travel with a pack of chicken chop. What on top of the shop is something like promotion: No bone, Crispy and etc. But it seems like no bone is a lie, damn many bone. Go eat "Pan Mee", not damn nice just quite nice. Then travel here and there, lost quite a while with friends and housemate, go buy smelly "smelly tofu". Then go order some dono call what Lolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then continue travelling around and start to realize i am in a very hard to breath condition. Of cause i meet some of my coursemate there too. Then ride cab back again. I make decision to wait for a girl. Let me state that i am not super duper close to that girl, not mean to chase her, just pity a girl need to walk back alone. Then when go back home, my housemate ask what i talk to that girl, I answer nothing. Izit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SjEbp7LWwpI/AAAAAAAAALw/HmzSZxODZd4/s1600-h/moby-wait-for-me-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SjEbp7LWwpI/AAAAAAAAALw/HmzSZxODZd4/s320/moby-wait-for-me-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346084639739396754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wait for a girl, but actually still waiting for someone who leave me short time ago...wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-8689104198066023312?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/8689104198066023312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=8689104198066023312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8689104198066023312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8689104198066023312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-market.html' title='Night Market...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SjEbp7LWwpI/AAAAAAAAALw/HmzSZxODZd4/s72-c/moby-wait-for-me-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-8287860685360509571</id><published>2009-06-11T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:53:59.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Happy birthday to my friend but cannot list down her name since I still did not get her permission to post her name up here. Not very damn super duper close to her, just go to my friend's house a few times, help her to pack food for few times, talk with her few times and thats all. Dont misunderstand, just wanna make thing clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Follow my coursemate go down to take cake first. Then wait like an idiot in "Little Tree" since we will meet there, you know that girls take a long time to come down...Dont worry, not to blame but just to express some of my feeling. Initially plan to buy a small little bun, put the candle on it and pretend like we dint prepare a cake for her, but too bad all shop close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Go back there and play card. Finally they come with the birthday girl. We order drinks, play card and of cause, ask the handsome guy n beuty girl to sing some song for us. Maybe she is the birthday girl, all the song she choose will sang by the couples. We play 99 and Lie. The cake show it's face and the couples sang us "Happy Birthday to U". Her housemate try to push her head on the cake but you know, girl's scream very terrible horrible vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At the very last moment, the one who lost the Lie game need to eat the remaining cake. But the birthday girl already add some chili in it so luckily i am not the one who lost. She also invite the couples to eat cake, just nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SjEYjUL47mI/AAAAAAAAALg/3-9SES9rBY4/s1600-h/200423036-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SjEYjUL47mI/AAAAAAAAALg/3-9SES9rBY4/s320/200423036-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346081227658554978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My drink- Chocalate Milk. Get this from google since my phone cannot take picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SjEYjkJVHaI/AAAAAAAAALo/JDyNJmkttR0/s1600-h/200751022574037_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SjEYjkJVHaI/AAAAAAAAALo/JDyNJmkttR0/s320/200751022574037_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346081231942786466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Play 99 and Lie with it, damn nice and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-8287860685360509571?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/8287860685360509571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=8287860685360509571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8287860685360509571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/8287860685360509571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SjEYjUL47mI/AAAAAAAAALg/3-9SES9rBY4/s72-c/200423036-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-3138859954243835415</id><published>2009-06-10T12:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:15:11.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Seems like...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It seems like I think too much, it seems like I overlook sumthing, it seems like I am not familiar with "it", and it seems like I am not belong to this dimension. I thought if i try hard i will get myself into this dimension or world or group, but it seems like impossible...impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Why would you wanna make the very first scar.... a lyric from Taylor Swift -"A perfectly Good Heart". Why would you wanna make me scare of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Si8yah27AEI/AAAAAAAAALI/NV04tAkgO1U/s1600-h/img200703241126201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Si8yah27AEI/AAAAAAAAALI/NV04tAkgO1U/s320/img200703241126201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345546714058784834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems like i manage to arrive here, try to went in, but it is impossible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Si8yah27AEI/AAAAAAAAALI/NV04tAkgO1U/s1600-h/img200703241126201.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-3138859954243835415?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/3138859954243835415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=3138859954243835415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3138859954243835415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3138859954243835415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/06/seems-like.html' title='Seems like...'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Si8yah27AEI/AAAAAAAAALI/NV04tAkgO1U/s72-c/img200703241126201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-7520168238559500562</id><published>2009-06-07T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:43:56.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>A New Sem</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As you can guess from the title, is a whole new sem for me. Not much different, just that my another friend come to U but i think she will leave very soon cause here is not the real place for her to study. Due to the very "proud" score i get for my last sem, this sem need to be very damn super duper hyper hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Learn a new think today, never change your style due to what others say, no matter they say it will make them shame or what ever... just be back what you feel happy and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SivDyqRHvII/AAAAAAAAALA/0k9_h-5Q92I/s1600-h/two-little-hardworking-bugs-thumb4799069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SivDyqRHvII/AAAAAAAAALA/0k9_h-5Q92I/s320/two-little-hardworking-bugs-thumb4799069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344580657912200322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hardworking as ant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-7520168238559500562?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/7520168238559500562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=7520168238559500562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7520168238559500562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/7520168238559500562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-sem.html' title='A New Sem'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SivDyqRHvII/AAAAAAAAALA/0k9_h-5Q92I/s72-c/two-little-hardworking-bugs-thumb4799069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201090374184842642.post-3072330301472814530</id><published>2009-05-29T00:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:54:38.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking craps'/><title type='text'>Teardrops in my mind</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yaya, I know i already post a title which is similar to this, but this is not that, is totally two different thing. The original song is "Teardrops On My Guitar" by Taylor Swift. This song written by her to describe a guy called Drew... enough, i think you all know this more than what i know. I change this song just to express my feeling, so don't go and sue me. I am here to give credit before i write it down. What to do, i only can think of this song when i know my results... if really not happy with it, just tell me so that I can delete this post, but don't sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Original:Teardrops On My Guitar by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You looks at me, telling me that you were coming&lt;br /&gt;Make me scare and I'm needing everything that can save me&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet it's very hard, exam that coming soon&lt;br /&gt;And it's got everything that I think I not prepare yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talks to me, I almost cry cause it's damn stress&lt;br /&gt;That I can't sleep happily when I know you were coming&lt;br /&gt;You says no need so stress, you ask me to relax,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he knows that exam make me can't relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the reason for the teardrops on my pillow&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing that I can pass it&lt;br /&gt;It's the thing on the night I keep thinking, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walks by me, can you feel that I can't breathe?&lt;br /&gt;And there he come, so perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;The kind of nervous I wish I won't feel&lt;br /&gt;He better come slowly, give me chance to breath&lt;br /&gt;Look at those paper I get and hope I can survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the reason for the teardrops on my pillow&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me nervous on that Monday night&lt;br /&gt;It's the thing on my bed I keep begging, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to calm down, I lie back on my bed&lt;br /&gt;I'll put he out of my mind maybe&lt;br /&gt;Get some sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the reason for the teardrops on my pillow&lt;br /&gt;The only result which I have the worst in my U life&lt;br /&gt;He's the thing on the net I keep avoid, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;He's the thing make me stress, but there's never enough&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need to face it in my next sem&lt;br /&gt;You looks at me, tell me what passed just let it go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sh7EAAqOUYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5qDLDP-AyEI/s1600-h/teardrops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sh7EAAqOUYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5qDLDP-AyEI/s320/teardrops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340921712564130178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teardrops on my pillow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Done. I know it is nonsense just don't sue me... Trying to find something which could best express my feeling. So now what, like what i mention above, it already passed, just let it go. Hope when ever the sun set, it will turn out soon in the next morning.&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/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sh7O88YahtI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9V0O0DQveCE/s1600-h/CampsBaySunset.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sh7O88YahtI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9V0O0DQveCE/s320/CampsBaySunset.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340933754503988946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a beautiful sunset, hope sun rise coming soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9201090374184842642-3072330301472814530?l=mistindaforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/feeds/3072330301472814530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9201090374184842642&amp;postID=3072330301472814530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3072330301472814530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9201090374184842642/posts/default/3072330301472814530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistindaforest.blogspot.com/2009/05/teardrops-in-my-mind.html' title='Teardrops in my mind'/><author><name>Lost in da forest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124099370994762298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/SZg6RC7DW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gI3UgSTyv6o/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIF9oTsp9QI/Sh7EAAqOUYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5qDLDP-AyEI/s72-c/teardrops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
