<?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-500481011957010195</id><updated>2012-02-12T11:36:10.933+08:00</updated><category term='2009'/><category term='technology'/><category term='moon cake'/><category term='guys vs gals'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='apple'/><category term='interesting'/><category term='PSP'/><category term='proposal'/><category term='stephen hawking'/><category term='phone'/><category term='kitty'/><category term='IMU'/><category term='home'/><category term='pixar'/><category term='Danny Choo'/><category term='memorable'/><category term='integrated seminar'/><category term='xperia arc'/><category term='reliability'/><category term='figurine'/><category term='review'/><category term='lesson'/><category term='work'/><category term='touching story'/><category term='Mahathir'/><category term='Good Smile Compay'/><category term='rant'/><category term='laptop'/><category term='male vs female'/><category term='science'/><category term='physic'/><category term='retro'/><category term='slice of life'/><category term='research'/><category term='2010'/><category term='tiger'/><category term='music'/><category term='geek'/><category term='school'/><category term='game'/><category term='CNY'/><category term='maxis'/><category term='life'/><category term='puppy'/><category term='wikipedia'/><category term='hello world'/><category term='shout out'/><category term='time travel'/><category term='interesting pictures'/><category term='duck'/><category term='fail'/><category term='people who are too free'/><category term='grunt'/><title type='text'>WahLauEhの世界</title><subtitle type='html'>The interesting and uninteresting things that rotate around my life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-8961450823731434252</id><published>2012-02-11T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T11:36:11.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation BWYF D Day: Chronology</title><content type='html'>Time: 5:20pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! The patients are coming at a bad timing! Until now I m only,able to get away! I am going to be very late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 6:35pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the flower shop. Got my flower and ruah back asap. Told her a white lie, sorry honey. Will make it up to you&amp;nbsp; later ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E30xXiWk2_I/TzZJZbmwSOI/AAAAAAAAJgI/6mwu89houMA/s1600/20120210_200644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E30xXiWk2_I/TzZJZbmwSOI/AAAAAAAAJgI/6mwu89houMA/s320/20120210_200644.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7:15pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got her some&amp;nbsp; dinner.Hopefully it is not too bad! Things still goes according to my master plan! :-D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 8:00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at HSI. Hiding the flower in the bonnet.The horror starts here: a PRP will be joining us on the way back! Gosh! What the hell! Of all days it has to be today! Brain starts to warm up. Planning on the next course of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for PRP to join us.The current plan: 2 options. 1. Wait for another day.Flower gonna die.I an gonna cry.Wallet will dry for nothing! Aigh... 2. Fetch PRP back home, went back HSI. To continue current plan. 3. Abduct her to other secret romantic location, and then&amp;nbsp; continue the original plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-8961450823731434252?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8961450823731434252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2012/02/operation-bwyf-d-day-chronology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/8961450823731434252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/8961450823731434252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2012/02/operation-bwyf-d-day-chronology.html' title='Operation BWYF D Day: Chronology'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E30xXiWk2_I/TzZJZbmwSOI/AAAAAAAAJgI/6mwu89houMA/s72-c/20120210_200644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-1494435452041590786</id><published>2012-02-09T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T23:11:44.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation BWYF 9 Feb 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-jMKHXJ-6sOg/TzPiKS2XmvI/AAAAAAAAJfY/s0m4Oq4CkNo/s0/1328800115581.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-jMKHXJ-6sOg/TzPiKS2XmvI/AAAAAAAAJfY/s0m4Oq4CkNo/s400/1328800115581.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is the big day. With her neck muscle still in pain, hope everything will be smooth tomorrow. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Target time: 10 pm!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Teaser:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-1494435452041590786?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1494435452041590786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2012/02/operation-bwyf-9-feb-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/1494435452041590786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/1494435452041590786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2012/02/operation-bwyf-9-feb-2012.html' title='Operation BWYF 9 Feb 2012'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-jMKHXJ-6sOg/TzPiKS2XmvI/AAAAAAAAJfY/s0m4Oq4CkNo/s72-c/1328800115581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-5655603455739567719</id><published>2012-02-08T08:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T08:35:01.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation BWYF</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hope she doesn't seen any of these. Anyway not like she view my blog post. So might as well announce my plan here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ring: check!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Flower: check!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Time: 10pm?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Date: 10th Feb 2012&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Script: Err... Check? With uncertainty that high, I hope the plan does succeed...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Uncertainty: God damn, why does she have to hurt her neck now? Hope she will be able to work on Friday, if not my plan can go kaput...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Camera man/woman:&amp;nbsp; Err, hard to get with a timing like this. Volunteer anyone?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wish me luck people, though some how I don't think people will be reading this anyway. (&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;PS: bwyf = be with you forever :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-5655603455739567719?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5655603455739567719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2012/02/operation-bwyf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/5655603455739567719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/5655603455739567719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2012/02/operation-bwyf.html' title='Operation BWYF'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-2095915600168616135</id><published>2011-07-02T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T10:06:33.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decisive Moment</title><content type='html'>There is so much going on these few days (probably weeks). And I have no idea how I am going to survive this. Anyway, my to do list is so simple, yet so complicatied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Due date: 5 July 2011. Research presentation.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. The NMMR not done, my analysis half way done, still waiting for my mentor to further guide me on the research on what else that I can do, and presentation slide is a bit...Not well done. But then again, I don't feel like really care for it. No matter how bad I did, I won't get penalised or anything. But then again, its Dr Siti we are talking about...Hope she doesn't interfere much in the presentation or NMMR thingy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Due date: Unknown. FRP Posting.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a year. Its fast. Its scary. But it is here again. Now that I know where Siew Ling got (bad in a way), and rumors that I got Sabah, still a bit scary. And don't even know where I get posted officially. If Sabah, means I may need to appeal... Sigh... But first thing first...Must get to know where I am suppose to go soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Due date: Before the new FRP posting.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I jumped ship. Turn to another super gigantic smartphone. But then again, the price is the same as Sony Erricsson ARC, at much better performances. Thus, I have to do the inevitable, even though I love the Arc's design, camera and screen so so so much...But still, I expected the S2 to be at least RM400 more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Booked my Samsung Galaxy S2 about a week ago at Maxis center, and still haven't get it yet. Hope that I can get it asap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Due date: &amp;nbsp;15 July 2011. SKT form.&lt;br /&gt;Not so top on my priority list. But still very important part of my life as government servant. Need to complete my SKT form and hand it over soon. Real soon. But probably after my research presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Due date: 4 July 2011. Alibi.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. What can I say here? To tell people where I am supposed to be at where I am not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arggh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-2095915600168616135?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2095915600168616135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2011/07/decisive-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/2095915600168616135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/2095915600168616135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2011/07/decisive-moment.html' title='The Decisive Moment'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-4570149721960850253</id><published>2011-04-23T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T17:04:22.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xperia arc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><title type='text'>New phone?</title><content type='html'>Thinking of getting a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old trustworthy Nokia 5800 Xpress Music has been serving me well. Superb music capability, great Ovi Map, great Garmin (pirated though...Shh...) best speaker from a phone, and a great memory with it. But the screen got cracked (though still functional). I am ithching for a new phone after seeing the new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrmaza.my/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/sony-ericsson-xperia-arc-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://mrmaza.my/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/sony-ericsson-xperia-arc-01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of Sony Erricsson Xperia Arc? Saw their display units during a promo period in City Square. And believe me, it WOWed me. The screen is the best part of it. I dare to say the colour and brightness is better than even the iPhone 4. And comes in a bigger (MUCH MUCH BIGGER) screen estate. Good for watching my movie...Wahahaha... Also, another thing that caught my eyes is the design. Its Arc. Really. The back part of the phone is actually curved. And it looks very sexy indeed. I tried to hold and play around with the display unit that day. It really is light. And the screen is DAMN DAMN NICE. Bravia engine might have played its part there. Meanwhile, it is not laggy as I thought it would be (As most of the android phone that I encountered with is slightly laggy). This baby is smooth! Smooth criminal I would say! Damn! I would really want to own it at that time, if I could!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also comes with the new Xperia Arc is the new image sensor, dubbed Exmor R. Tried to take pictures in dark condition. And it beat my Nokia by miles! Not to the par of night vision sensor, but still very impressive for a camera on a phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The package seems to comes with plenty of bonus free gift, including wireless headset, HDMI (!!) cable, in-car charger. Can either get it at Maxis @ RM1499 with 24 month contract (for RM98 per month) or RRP RM 2099 (should be much lower and even lower for AP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No money though. I wish I could!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other subspeciality that no one really mind: Android 2.3 (Gingerbread), 512mb (380mg accessible) RAM (a bit low), and a relatively poor battery life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, should I or should I not get it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-4570149721960850253?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4570149721960850253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-phone.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/4570149721960850253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/4570149721960850253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-phone.html' title='New phone?'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-3999772636925326672</id><published>2010-12-06T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:08:23.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What I learned in life at work...</title><content type='html'>1. Its hard to please everyone. Everything you do, you will be smoking someone's ass one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;2. Work is not stressful. Its the human that surround the work that is pilling up stress on you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Shits happen. All the time. You just need to learn to clean up the mess or finding a toilet before hand.&lt;br /&gt;4. You won't really hate your life as PRP. You just hate the logbook from hell.&lt;br /&gt;5. People will always complain. Even babies do. Just one way or another. Its the way of life. If you do not complain, you are either a saint or you are the world's most ignorant people.&lt;br /&gt;6. Sometimes being alone in nowhere can really help reduce your stress.&lt;br /&gt;7. People says ignorant people are blatant fools. I agree with that. So let me be a fool once in a while without giving me some stress.&lt;br /&gt;8. Somehow I think I should start writing another "The Seven Sins of Work Life", an article based on my article in the Convo Mag. Just need to polish up my English for a bit. And reduce my sense of ignorant in order to forget ignore the stressful homework.&lt;br /&gt;9. Someday, I am gonna start playing all my old games. And watch all my anime. And ignore all the work for once. Someday...Someday...Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;10. Strange but true: I changed from someone who don't like to sleep to someone who really care for sleep. Talk about growing old...Well, I am getting older anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-3999772636925326672?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3999772636925326672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-i-learned-in-life-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/3999772636925326672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/3999772636925326672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-i-learned-in-life-at-work.html' title='What I learned in life at work...'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-577781896688627986</id><published>2010-07-28T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:54:55.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Log 002: Note to self...</title><content type='html'>Lesson of the day: Keep your mouth shut, and keep your smiles up. Cause you have a F**KING bad mouth. And your view never counts. So don't bother talk. Just listen. And don't ever forget that. Or you will regret it for a long long long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-577781896688627986?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/577781896688627986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/07/log-002-note-to-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/577781896688627986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/577781896688627986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/07/log-002-note-to-self.html' title='Log 002: Note to self...'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-7057809217979105370</id><published>2010-07-18T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:31:17.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Log 001: Work Life, Week 1</title><content type='html'>It's been a while. (Quote: House of the Dead 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time does move fast. In such a short time, I am on my second week here at Hospital Sultanah Aminah.&amp;nbsp;First week was, well, not fun, at all. After all the rush to JB, and have to settle down ASAP, I got myself into the real world: Work life. In addition, my lappy is a gonner: IDE hard disk connector fail, so I can never attach a hard disk to my lappy anymore...Major bummer!! Luckily I got Hospital Sultanah Aminah. If not, I wound have another huge task of finding a room to rent in such a short notice...Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got sent to out patient department. Get into the chaos within the department. Learning (like for the first time, even though it is not) about filling, labeling and dispensing. I guess the most thing I have learned about during the week is which drug is supposed to be taken on empty stomach, and which drugs should be taken with food. The workload is non-stop, which might actually be a &amp;nbsp;good thing as time does really fly fast in this condition. In addition, we are supposed to do one extra hour of unpaid and&amp;nbsp;irreclaimable&amp;nbsp;of OT everyday (8am to 6pm, compared to the FRP who have to work 8am-5pm). In addition, I have to fill in a damn amount of forms just to be registered in the hospital. So "mah fan"! And the worst thing is, there is still the log book to be filled in! Why can't I escape the world of home work (of filling log book) even when I am working?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda in a mode of "lost identity" as I barely have time for my anime and manga. With only 3 hours left to do my own thing everyday, including all those homework, I am having withdrawal symptom for my lovely anime and manga! Luckily, with SL by my side, things are still manageble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the bright side though, it means I am starting to earn my money! Gotta gave myself some good gift when I got my pay of 2 months in lump sum next month! Time to plan for what to buy...Your suggestions (which I doubt there would be any) are utmost welcomed! Hint: Anterograde amnesiac lappy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-7057809217979105370?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7057809217979105370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/07/log-001-work-life-week-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/7057809217979105370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/7057809217979105370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/07/log-001-work-life-week-1.html' title='Log 001: Work Life, Week 1'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-5387727094662062326</id><published>2010-05-27T13:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T13:09:45.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Smile Compay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figurine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny Choo'/><title type='text'>Black★Rock Shooter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Cool girl&lt;/span&gt; with gun...And not just any gun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BIG GUN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S_39nvHtEqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wFRI1wOzbao/s1600/Black+Rock+Shooter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S_39nvHtEqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wFRI1wOzbao/s320/Black+Rock+Shooter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S_3-LiEbZ3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/iMgMvOMLITA/s1600/2e2fab8be69c543de099e35a994a709f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S_3-LiEbZ3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/iMgMvOMLITA/s320/2e2fab8be69c543de099e35a994a709f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the to-be-aired (as of 27 May 2010) OVA anime &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Black★Rock Shooter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The figurine is from the Good Smile Company, priced at 9800 yen... Too high for my reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Too bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But, still, VERY COOL! And nice hair by the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;[via &lt;a href="http://www.goodsmile.info/product/en/2872/Black+Rock+Shooter+-animation+version-.html"&gt;Good Smile Company&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://www.dannychoo.com/post/en/25627/Black+Rock+Shooter+-animation+version-.html"&gt;dannychoo.com&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-5387727094662062326?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5387727094662062326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/05/blackrock-shooter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/5387727094662062326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/5387727094662062326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/05/blackrock-shooter.html' title='Black★Rock Shooter'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S_39nvHtEqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wFRI1wOzbao/s72-c/Black+Rock+Shooter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-8652853547323593745</id><published>2010-05-24T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T09:37:57.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male vs female'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting'/><title type='text'>The thought process during arguement: Difference between Men and Women</title><content type='html'>[Via &lt;a href="http://reflectionof.me/how-men-and-women-argue-11"&gt;ReflectionOf.Me&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S-wWCUebK9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZTHmQFDs08M/s1600/Kitty+City.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S-wWCUebK9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZTHmQFDs08M/s400/Kitty+City.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently got addicted back to SimCity 3000. Old but gold. Nice game though. Have fun building a fake city...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-6569490425370014798?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6569490425370014798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/05/simcity-3000.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/6569490425370014798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/6569490425370014798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/05/simcity-3000.html' title='Simcity 3000'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S-wWCUebK9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZTHmQFDs08M/s72-c/Kitty+City.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-2086800491697129456</id><published>2010-05-10T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:18:29.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Media</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lFZ0z5Fm-Ng&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lFZ0z5Fm-Ng&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-2086800491697129456?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2086800491697129456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/05/social-media.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/2086800491697129456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/2086800491697129456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/05/social-media.html' title='Social Media'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-3436880211299536404</id><published>2010-05-10T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:59:26.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting'/><title type='text'>A little truth...</title><content type='html'>[&lt;a href="http://reflectionof.me/somehow-its-true"&gt;Quote Source&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There's always &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;a little truth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;behind every "&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;JUST KIDDING&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A little knowledge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; behind every &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I DON'T KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A little emotion&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; behind every "&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;I DON'T CARE&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: blue;"&gt;A little pain&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; behind every "&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;IT'S OK&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel it is true...Most of the time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-3436880211299536404?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3436880211299536404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/3436880211299536404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/3436880211299536404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-truth.html' title='A little truth...'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-7261853586018528173</id><published>2010-05-08T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:51:22.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephen hawking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting'/><title type='text'>Stephen Hawking: How to Build a Time Machine</title><content type='html'>An interesting (and a bit long article) by Prof Stephen Hawking. He talks about time, how do we do time travelling, and many many interesting insight on the principal and possibility of time travelling. Very interesting insight indeed. That is, if you are Sci-fi fans / loves physic. Me included :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Source: &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/moslive/article-1269288/STEPHEN-HAWKING-How-build-time-machine.html"&gt;DailyMail Online &lt;/a&gt;via &lt;a href="http://m.gizmodo.com/5533905/how-to-build-a-time-machine"&gt;Gizmodo&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hello. My name is Stephen Hawking.  Physicist, cosmologist and something of a dreamer. Although I cannot  move and I have to speak through a computer, in my mind I am free. Free  to explore the universe and ask the big questions, such as: is time  travel possible? Can we open a portal to the past or find a shortcut to  the future? Can we ultimately use the laws of nature to become masters  of time itself?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Time  travel was once considered scientific heresy. I used to avoid talking  about it for fear of being labelled a crank. But these days I'm not so  cautious. In fact, I'm more like the people who built Stonehenge. I'm  obsessed by time. If I had a time machine I'd visit Marilyn Monroe in her  prime or drop in on Galileo as he turned his telescope to the heavens.  Perhaps I'd even travel to the end of the universe to find out how our  whole cosmic story ends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To  see how this might be possible, we need to look at time as physicists  do - at the fourth dimension. It's not as hard as it sounds. Every  attentive schoolchild knows that all physical objects, even me in my  chair, exist in three dimensions. Everything has a width and a height  and a length.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But there is  another kind of length, a length in time. While a human may survive for  80 years, the stones at Stonehenge, for instance, have stood around for  thousands of years. And the solar system will last for billions of  years. Everything has a length in time as well as space. Travelling in  time means travelling through this fourth dimension. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To see what that means, let's imagine we're  doing a bit of normal, everyday car travel. Drive in a straight line and  you're travelling in one dimension. Turn right or left and you add the  second dimension. Drive up or down a twisty mountain road and that adds  height, so that's travelling in all three dimensions. But how on Earth  do we travel in time? How do we find a path through the fourth  dimension? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let's indulge  in a little science fiction for a moment. Time travel movies often  feature a vast, energy-hungry machine. The machine creates a path  through the fourth dimension, a tunnel through time. A time traveller, a  brave, perhaps foolhardy individual, prepared for who knows what, steps  into the time tunnel and emerges who knows when. The concept may be  far-fetched, and the reality may be very different from this, but the  idea itself is not so crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Physicists have been thinking about tunnels in time too, but we  come at it from a different angle. We wonder if portals to the past or  the future could ever be possible within the laws of nature. As it turns  out, we think they are. What's more, we've even given them a name:  wormholes. The truth is that wormholes are all around us, only they're  too small to see. Wormholes are very tiny. They occur in nooks and  crannies in space and time. You might find it a tough concept, but stay  with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="clear"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="artSplitter"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="lightboxPopupLink" href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/04/30/article-1269288-095FBC16000005DC-551_634x447_popup.jpg" id="ext-gen2" onclick="return false" rel=""&gt; &lt;span class="clickToEnlargeTop"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="clickToEnlarge"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="clickToEnlargeButton"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img alt="Time travel through a wormhole" class="blkBorder" height="281" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/04/30/article-1269288-095FBC16000005DC-551_634x447.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="imageCaption"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A wormhole is a theoretical 'tunnel' or  shortcut, predicted by Einstein's theory of relativity, that links two  places in space-time - visualised above as the contours of a 3-D map,  where negative energy pulls space and time into the mouth of a tunnel,  emerging in another universe. They remain only hypothetical, as  obviously nobody has ever seen one, but have been used in films as  conduits for time travel - in Stargate (1994), for example, involving  gated tunnels between universes, and in Time Bandits (1981), where their  locations are shown on a celestial map.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imageCaption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nothing is flat or solid. If  you look closely enough at anything you'll find holes and wrinkles in  it. It's a basic physical principle, and it even applies to time. Even  something as smooth as a pool ball has tiny crevices, wrinkles and  voids. Now it's easy to show that this is true in the first three  dimensions. But trust me, it's also true of the fourth dimension. There  are tiny crevices, wrinkles and voids in time. Down at the smallest of  scales, smaller even than molecules, smaller than atoms, we get to a  place called the quantum foam. This is where wormholes exist. Tiny  tunnels or shortcuts through space and time constantly form, disappear,  and reform within this quantum world. And they actually link two  separate places and two different times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Unfortunately, these real-life time tunnels  are just a billion-trillion-trillionths of a centimetre across. Way too  small for a human to pass through - but here's where the notion of  wormhole time machines is leading. Some scientists think it may be  possible to capture a wormhole and enlarge it many trillions of times to  make it big enough for a human or even a spaceship to enter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Given enough power and advanced technology,  perhaps a giant wormhole could even be constructed in space. I'm not  saying it can be done, but if it could be, it would be a truly  remarkable device. One end could be here near Earth, and the other far,  far away, near some distant planet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Theoretically, a time tunnel or wormhole could  do even more than take us to other planets. If both ends were in the  same place, and separated by time instead of distance, a ship could fly  in and come out still near Earth, but in the distant past. Maybe  dinosaurs would witness the ship coming in for a landing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now, I realise that thinking in four dimensions is not easy,  and that wormholes are a tricky concept to wrap your head around, but  hang in there. I've thought up a simple experiment that could reveal if  human time travel through a wormhole is possible now, or even in the  future. I like simple experiments, and champagne.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="clear"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I've combined  two of my favourite things to see if time travel from the future to the  past is possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let's  imagine I'm throwing a party, a welcome reception for future time  travellers. But there's a twist. I'm not letting anyone know about it  until after the party has happened. I've drawn up an invitation giving  the exact coordinates in time and space. I am hoping copies of it, in  one form or another, will be around for many thousands of years. Maybe  one day someone living in the future will find the information on the  invitation and use a wormhole time machine to come back to my party,  proving that time travel will, one day, be possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the meantime, my time traveller guests  should be arriving any moment now. Five, four, three, two, one. But as I  say this, no one has arrived. What a shame. I was hoping at least a  future Miss Universe was going to step through the door. So why didn't  the experiment work? One of the reasons might be because of a well-known  problem with time travel to the past, the problem of what we call  paradoxes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Paradoxes are  fun to think about. The most famous one is usually called the  Grandfather paradox. I have a new, simpler version I call the Mad  Scientist paradox.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't  like the way scientists in movies are often described as mad, but in  this case, it's true. This chap is determined to create a paradox, even  if it costs him his life. Imagine, somehow, he's built a wormhole, a  time tunnel that stretches just one minute into the past.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="artSplitter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Stephen Hawking in a scene from Star Trek" class="blkBorder" height="180" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/04/30/article-1269288-093AA77A000005DC-133_634x286.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="imageCaption"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hawking in a scene from Star Trek with dinner  guests from the past, and future: (from left) Albert Einstein, Data and  Isaac Newton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imageCaption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Through the wormhole, the scientist  can see himself as he was one minute ago. But what if our scientist uses  the wormhole to shoot his earlier self? He's now dead. So who fired the  shot? It's a paradox. It just doesn't make sense. It's the sort of  situation that gives cosmologists nightmares.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This kind of time machine would violate a  fundamental rule that governs the entire universe - that causes happen  before effects, and never the other way around. I believe things can't  make themselves impossible. If they could then there'd be nothing to  stop the whole universe from descending into chaos. So I think something  will always happen that prevents the paradox. Somehow there must be a  reason why our scientist will never find himself in a situation where he  could shoot himself. And in this case, I'm sorry to say, the wormhole  itself is the problem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In  the end, I think a wormhole like this one can't exist. And the reason  for that is feedback. If you've ever been to a rock gig, you'll probably  recognise this screeching noise. It's feedback. What causes it is  simple. Sound enters the microphone. It's transmitted along the wires,  made louder by the amplifier, and comes out at the speakers. But if too  much of the sound from the speakers goes back into the mic it goes  around and around in a loop getting louder each time. If no one stops  it, feedback can destroy the sound system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The same thing will happen with a wormhole,  only with radiation instead of sound. As soon as the wormhole expands,  natural radiation will enter it, and end up in a loop. The feedback will  become so strong it destroys the wormhole. So although tiny wormholes  do exist, and it may be possible to inflate one some day, it won't last  long enough to be of use as a time machine. That's the real reason no  one could come back in time to my party.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Any kind of time travel to the past through  wormholes or any other method is probably impossible, otherwise  paradoxes would occur. So sadly, it looks like time travel to the past  is never going to happen. A disappointment for dinosaur hunters and a  relief for historians.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But  the story's not over yet. This doesn't make all time travel impossible.  I do believe in time travel. Time travel to the future. Time flows like  a river and it seems as if each of us is carried relentlessly along by  time's current. But time is like a river in another way. It flows at  diff erent speeds in diff erent places and that is the key to travelling  into the future. This idea was first proposed by Albert Einstein over  100 years ago. He realised that there should be places where time slows  down, and others where time speeds up. He was absolutely right. And the  proof is right above our heads. Up in space.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is the Global Positioning System, or GPS.  A network of satellites is in orbit around Earth. The satellites make  satellite navigation possible. But they also reveal that time runs  faster in space than it does down on Earth. Inside each spacecraft is a  very precise clock. But despite being so accurate, they all gain around a  third of a billionth of a second every day. The system has to correct  for the drift, otherwise that tiny di fference would upset the whole  system, causing every GPS device on Earth to go out by about six miles a  day. You can just imagine the mayhem that that would cause.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The problem doesn't lie with the clocks. They  run fast because time itself runs faster in space than it does down  below. And the reason for this extraordinary e ffect is the mass of the  Earth. Einstein realised that matter drags on time and slows it down  like the slow part of a river. The heavier the object, the more it drags  on time. And this startling reality is what opens the door to the  possibility of time travel to the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right in the centre of the Milky Way, 26,000  light years from us, lies the heaviest object in the galaxy. It is a  supermassive black hole containing the mass of four million suns crushed  down into a single point by its own gravity. The closer you get to the  black hole, the stronger the gravity. Get really close and not even  light can escape. A black hole like this one has a dramatic e ffect on  time, slowing it down far more than anything else in the galaxy. That  makes it a natural time machine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I like to imagine how a spaceship might be able to take  advantage of this phenomenon, by orbiting it. If a space agency were  controlling the mission from Earth they'd observe that each full orbit  took 16 minutes. But for the brave people on board, close to this  massive object, time would be slowed down. And here the e ffect would be  far more extreme than the gravitational pull of Earth. The crew's time  would be slowed down by half. For every 16-minute orbit, they'd only  experience eight minutes of time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="clear"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="artSplitter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Large Hadron Collider" class="blkBorder" height="229" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/04/30/article-1269288-05BC11000000044D-328_634x364.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="imageCaption"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Inside the Large Hadron Collider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imageCaption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Around and around they'd go,  experiencing just half the time of everyone far away from the black  hole. The ship and its crew would be travelling through time. Imagine  they circled the black hole for five of their years. Ten years would  pass elsewhere. When they got home, everyone on Earth would have aged  five years more than they had.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So a supermassive black hole is a time machine. But of course,  it's not exactly practical. It has advantages over wormholes in that it  doesn't provoke paradoxes. Plus it won't destroy itself in a flash of  feedback. But it's pretty dangerous. It's a long way away and it doesn't  even take us very far into the future. Fortunately there is another way  to travel in time. And this represents our last and best hope of  building a real time machine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You just have to travel very, very fast. Much faster even than  the speed required to avoid being sucked into a black hole. This is due  to another strange fact about the universe. There's a cosmic speed  limit, 186,000 miles per second, also known as the speed of light.  Nothing can exceed that speed. It's one of the best established  principles in science. Believe it or not, travelling at near the speed  of light transports you to the future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To explain why, let's dream up a  science-fiction transportation system. Imagine a track that goes right  around Earth, a track for a superfast train. We're going to use this  imaginary train to get as close as possible to the speed of light and  see how it becomes a time machine. On board are passengers with a  one-way ticket to the future. The train begins to accelerate, faster and  faster. Soon it's circling the Earth over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To approach the speed of light means circling  the Earth pretty fast. Seven times a second. But no matter how much  power the train has, it can never quite reach the speed of light, since  the laws of physics forbid it. Instead, let's say it gets close, just  shy of that ultimate speed. Now something extraordinary happens. Time  starts flowing slowly on board relative to the rest of the world, just  like near the black hole, only more so. Everything on the train is in  slow motion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This happens  to protect the speed limit, and it's not hard to see why. Imagine a  child running forwards up the train. Her forward speed is added to the  speed of the train, so couldn't she break the speed limit simply by  accident? The answer is no. The laws of nature prevent the possibility  by slowing down time onboard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now she can't run fast enough to break the limit. Time will  always slow down just enough to protect the speed limit. And from that  fact comes the possibility of travelling many years into the future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imagine that the train left the station on  January 1, 2050. It circles Earth over and over again for 100 years  before finally coming to a halt on New Year's Day, 2150. The passengers  will have only lived one week because time is slowed down that much  inside the train. When they got out they'd find a very diff erent world  from the one they'd left. In one week they'd have travelled 100 years  into the future. Of course, building a train that could reach such a  speed is quite impossible. But we have built something very like the  train at the world's largest particle accelerator at CERN in Geneva, Switzerland.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deep underground, in a circular tunnel 16  miles long, is a stream of trillions of tiny particles. When the power  is turned on they accelerate from zero to 60,000mph in a fraction of a  second. Increase the power and the particles go faster and faster, until  they're whizzing around the tunnel 11,000 times a second, which is  almost the speed of light. But just like the train, they never quite  reach that ultimate speed. They can only get to 99.99 per cent of the  limit. When that happens, they too start to travel in time. We know this  because of some extremely short-lived particles, called pi-mesons.  Ordinarily, they disintegrate after just 25 billionths of a second. But  when they are accelerated to near-light speed they last 30 times longer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It really is that simple.  If we want to travel into the future, we just need to go fast. Really  fast. And I think the only way we're ever likely to do that is by going  into space. The fastest manned vehicle in history was Apollo 10. It  reached 25,000mph. But to travel in time we'll have to go more than  2,000 times faster. And to do that we'd need a much bigger ship, a truly  enormous machine. The ship would have to be big enough to carry a huge  amount of fuel, enough to accelerate it to nearly the speed of light.  Getting to just beneath the cosmic speed limit would require six whole  years at full power.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The  initial acceleration would be gentle because the ship would be so big  and heavy. But gradually it would pick up speed and soon would be  covering massive distances. In one week it would have reached the outer  planets. After two years it would reach half-light speed and be far  outside our solar system. Two years later it would be travelling at 90  per cent of the speed of light. Around 30 trillion miles away from  Earth, and four years after launch, the ship would begin to travel in  time. For every hour of time on the ship, two would pass on Earth. A  similar situation to the spaceship that orbited the massive black hole.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After another two years of full thrust the  ship would reach its top speed, 99 per cent of the speed of light. At  this speed, a single day on board is a whole year of Earth time. Our  ship would be truly flying into the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The slowing of time has another benefit. It  means we could, in theory, travel extraordinary distances within one  lifetime. A trip to the edge of the galaxy would take just 80 years. But  the real wonder of our journey is that it reveals just how strange the  universe is. It's a universe where time runs at different rates in  different places. Where tiny wormholes exist all around us. And where,  ultimately, we might use our understanding of physics to become true  voyagers through the fourth dimension. &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/500481011957010195-7261853586018528173?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7261853586018528173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/05/stephen-hawking-how-to-build-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/7261853586018528173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/7261853586018528173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/05/stephen-hawking-how-to-build-time.html' title='Stephen Hawking: How to Build a Time Machine'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-2199497461092609333</id><published>2010-05-01T17:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:04:39.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people who are too free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Whats Next After Graduation? Otaku edition.</title><content type='html'>1. Do nothing. End up like a bed bug. Crawl around the bed. Eat and shit near the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Probability of achieving that: &amp;gt;90%. (Keep in mind that sleeping is not my hobby).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Study for self-improvement. End up being a better person. Also end up unable to fully enjoy my hobby. Unless the self-improvement involve. Probability of doing that: 1%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Anime, manga, game. Anything but work. End up with a pair of bulging eyes everyday and worsening of my eyesights. Also end up full-filling my inner desire and suppress my addiction. Probability of doing that: &amp;gt;99%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Traveling. Anywhere. Everywhere. End up with deep hole in the wallet and bank account, which is already bleeding hard since the Taiwan trip. Also end up spending more time than darling... ;) . Probability of doing that: 10%. (Cause I am not rich, dude).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Find some temporary job. Earn moolah. End up similar to 2. Except with more cash to burn on anything, including giving darling a sweet sweet present. ;) . Probability of doing that: 20%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Join more and more pay per click sites (which I previously did). End up with combination of 3 and 5. Probability of doing that: &amp;lt;1% (Dude, I tried that before, and it will took ages to even cash out for USD5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Personal clean up therapy. Clean up everything from my table, drawer, folders, files, my PC, reinstall every piece of junk in my PC, PSP and 5800. End up with nothing but well manage desktop, laptop and gadget. Also included in the package: bulging black eyes and worsening eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;Probability of doing that: 50% (Shocked but true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do something crazy. End up with unknown. Almost certainly will bleed my wallet and bank account. Probability of doing that: &amp;lt;&amp;lt;1%. (I am not an avid adventurer, that explain it all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Other things that I have not mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that probability does not add up to 100%. It is more than that, cause I may choose to do 2 or 3 of them during this idling period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-2199497461092609333?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2199497461092609333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-next-after-graduation-otaku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/2199497461092609333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/2199497461092609333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-next-after-graduation-otaku.html' title='Whats Next After Graduation? Otaku edition.'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-7241030970351365659</id><published>2010-04-27T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T08:41:18.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reliability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>Laptop Reliability Test According to Manufacturer</title><content type='html'>(Via &lt;a href="http://lifehacker.com/5524704/laptop+reliability-study-highlights-the-most-sturdy-laptop-makers"&gt;Gizmodo &lt;/a&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.squaretrade.com/pages/laptop-reliability-1109"&gt;SquareTrade&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;. The picture below describe the failure rate of laptops according to their manufacturer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S9YwS7Ae-aI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bMS5DYPXlJQ/s1600/by-manf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S9YwS7Ae-aI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bMS5DYPXlJQ/s400/by-manf.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing from the list (Famous brand that I can think of) includes Samsung (Mine!!) and Fujitsu. Asus is the most reliable laptop, which is not really that surprising due to their off-the-shelf 2 years warranty, followed closely by Toshiba, Sony and Apple.&lt;br /&gt;Worst on the list includes HP, Gateway and Acer. Lenovo, with the once-famous-IBM Thinkpad, seems to do quite badly, being behind of even Dell, which I had found to be most problematic during my 4 years life in university. Surprisingly, Dell perform better than I have expected. I thought it would be somewhere near Acer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are buying a new laptop (or I would cutely call it lappy), get Asus and Toshiba, or Apple and Sony if you always have cash to burn. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-7241030970351365659?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7241030970351365659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/04/laptop-reliability-test-according-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/7241030970351365659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/7241030970351365659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/04/laptop-reliability-test-according-to.html' title='Laptop Reliability Test According to Manufacturer'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S9YwS7Ae-aI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bMS5DYPXlJQ/s72-c/by-manf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-7836923584019863602</id><published>2010-04-09T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:39:49.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMU'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>"Time flies"&lt;br /&gt;"Time waits for no man"&lt;br /&gt;"Time is gold"&lt;br /&gt;"Time, you will never appreciate it until it passes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fast. So fast that I thought it would never come. In fact it did. And it is coming so soon.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am going to miss it. Miss 4 years time I will be in IMU. Miss all the things good, bad, neutral, whoever, wherever and whatever that happens in IMU. Miss most of those special lecturers. Miss all the exams (!!swt!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it is going to pass, I think I started to have Peter Pan Syndrome. I don't want to grow up. I don't want to work yet. I don't want to do adult things yet. I want to play more. Play. Play. PLAY!! Will there be a time where I can indulge in my hobbies like now in IMU? Will there be a chance where I can play basketball with some casual buddies? Will there be a LAN game party for me? Will there ever be another client for me to play around with different virus/PC problem? Will there be a chance that I can meet all my buddies in IMU? Those where the questions that arise with my Peter Pan Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Graduation (Friends Forever) by Vitamin C...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HDM3eYp4KQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HDM3eYp4KQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-7836923584019863602?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7836923584019863602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/04/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/7836923584019863602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/7836923584019863602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/04/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-3799627846922335047</id><published>2010-03-26T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:34:22.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Web Browser: Transportation edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S6yphv9BGLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SX1Jh1alnt0/s1600/Browser.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S6yphv9BGLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SX1Jh1alnt0/s400/Browser.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://reflectionof.me/browsers-and-transportation-0"&gt;ReflectionOf.Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-3799627846922335047?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3799627846922335047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/03/web-browser-transportation-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/3799627846922335047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/3799627846922335047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/03/web-browser-transportation-edition.html' title='Web Browser: Transportation edition'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S6yphv9BGLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SX1Jh1alnt0/s72-c/Browser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-5986064208330288863</id><published>2010-03-26T07:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T07:05:32.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMU'/><title type='text'>This week special: The final countdown...</title><content type='html'>The day I wrote this is the last day of class. In my whole 4 years of BPharm course. This is it. This is the last day. This will be the last day I will be in class. Listening to lecturer/seminar/tutorial...I think I am actually going to miss it. And I never thought I would think it that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...So what should I do today?Since it is the last day of class, gonna wear my favourite shirt/pants/underwear combination today. And take pictures. A lot of them! With all the people, all the faces...And all the classrooms that I have been since the first semester, including LT1, LT2, LT3, Auditorium A &amp;amp; B (personal favourite), PBL rooms, MPH 1-5...Ah....those were the nostalgic days...I do sounds like an old man when I said this...I know. But who cares! I am both old and young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 4 years was tremendous. We have seen many crazy stuff, history and record broken. We have seen lecturers come and go. We have (although technically, I did not) camped outside of IMU for a f**king selective. We have all the important books in the library going MIA every beginning of the semester. Oh, and not to forget, we have (at least some of us have) gone to the research lab in the middle of the night for a f**king research. We have people skipping classes for a damn shopping trip or a meal. We have people fishing all the fishes in the class during lectures (rf). *sarcasm* A few of us even tried to challenge the record of "Fewest Days in IMU before Graduation", although the real winner is clearly miles and miles ahead of the rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this going to be the last of craziness I am going to see?I doubt that. But this is going to be my most memorable four years. Where I had found my love. Where I found many great friends. Where I am going to get my degree. Where my career officially starts. Where everything in the adulthood begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! I really sounds like an old man! Arrgh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-5986064208330288863?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5986064208330288863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-week-special-final-countdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/5986064208330288863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/5986064208330288863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-week-special-final-countdown.html' title='This week special: The final countdown...'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-7358957269061152356</id><published>2010-03-22T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:19:55.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoucing the newest gadget in the family...</title><content type='html'>A bit late on the introduction, but here it is:&lt;br /&gt;The newest gadget in my family:&lt;br /&gt;Nokia 5800 Xpress Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S6a01skpx4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZFQRzDSSp2Y/s1600-h/DSCN1192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S6a01skpx4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZFQRzDSSp2Y/s320/DSCN1192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S6a2HrJLN4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/10sOGSRCRh0/s1600-h/DSCN1193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S6a2HrJLN4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/10sOGSRCRh0/s320/DSCN1193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also another landmark for my gadget's history: My first Nokia  phone (that I have bought).&lt;br /&gt;For those who are interested in  politic, it also signify that I officially "lompat party", from Sony  Erricsson to Nokia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason, you asked? Simple. I want cheap, HSDPA-capable phone with GPS and WiFi on the move. Camera is optional for me. Edit: Now a bit regret..Cause 5800 camera really like...Swt...The cheapest from Sony Erricson (latest hardware that is) is W995 and C905. Satio is out due to the price....Meanwhile, the challenger from the Nokia camp is N79, X6 and 5800.W995 is big and nice, but too expensive and is thus out of my range, similar to Satio. C905 is nice though and near my budget range...But flip phone...Hmm...High probability of becoming more than a slider due to my extremely volatile movement. X6 and N79 from Nokia is the other contender. But price and design wise, 5800 (IMO) looks better than N97 and cheaper than X6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih...Don't care lah. I got my Nokia 5800 for cheap, RM910 for an original set. A great bargain for me. Until the time I have a need for smarter phone, this cheaper "smart(?)" phone is gonna be my playmate for a while...&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...If you will excuse me, Ovi store awaits me...And customised Malfreemap on my Garmin Mobile XT awaits me...Time to play play...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-7358957269061152356?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7358957269061152356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/03/annoucing-newest-gadget-in-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/7358957269061152356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/7358957269061152356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/03/annoucing-newest-gadget-in-family.html' title='Annoucing the newest gadget in the family...'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S6a01skpx4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZFQRzDSSp2Y/s72-c/DSCN1192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-1146558339669966455</id><published>2010-03-06T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T10:21:24.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='integrated seminar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMU'/><title type='text'>Lessons Learned on Integrated Seminar Week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Based purely on my observation...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Its never great to be the first team to present, whenever and wherever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason: You have got no point of reference when presenting something unusual and new.&lt;br /&gt;Example: Common pharmaceutical care plan. Anyway, WHO THE HELL THOUGHT OF SOME SHIT THINGS LIKE THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Never ever ask too much question in the integrated seminar that could kill your fellow classmates.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason:&amp;nbsp; When it is your turn, you are going to drag down your teammate(s) by the barrage of missiles and nukes warhead coming at you from 360 degrees from some of the (usually) silent powerhouse.&lt;br /&gt;Example: I don't think we need any example here. It is so damn obvious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. It is always good to have low profile people as your teammates.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Statistically (Well, sort of, based on my observation + mental statistic) proven to reduce the amount of missiles and nukes aimed at you.&lt;br /&gt;Example: Err...No name shall be mentioned here to preserve their anonymity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;u&gt;READ AND READ AND READ AND READ&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;ALL THE GUIDELINES IN THE WORLD.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Missiles and nukes from the elders or the young guns will mostly be based on guidelines. Memorised all of it if you can. Melt and fuse them to your brain cells. And better seal it with whatever gingko biloba or vitamin if you have to. Also, preferable not just from Malaysia. The buffet of guidelines from the millions of societies/organisations/bodies in US and UK is all for you to choose for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. We all love W** and *S* as our facilitators. And we all hate *I as our facilitators. Also **Y is damned in love with clinical trial.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons and example: W** and *S* give me the feeling that they are very supportive of the presenter. *I, meanwhile, love to hate, preferring to slaughter the presenters. Maybe his taste of woman? I don't know. Just be grateful that he is not my facilitator. Meanwhile, no offense to **Y, but she is totally IN LOVE with clinical trial. So deep in love that she can remember all the strangest names of all the trial. Very useful for research though. A good thing about her is that she does not set off as many missiles at you as compared with *I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Case study presentation is the most targeted area by your lovely-trigger-happy "comrades".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Most of the missiles and nukes aimed at weak points in the case study. Statistic (of my own) have shown that more than 50% of the missiles target your lovely case study. Beware!&lt;br /&gt;Example: Errr...ALL the 12 case studies so far are your lovely examples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now. Got to do my integrated seminar now or risk getting fried by my partner in crim....err...Presentation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-1146558339669966455?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1146558339669966455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/03/lessons-learned-on-integrated-seminar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/1146558339669966455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/1146558339669966455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/03/lessons-learned-on-integrated-seminar.html' title='Lessons Learned on Integrated Seminar Week 1'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-8655826221360079848</id><published>2010-03-06T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:40:40.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The State of Internet (Pretty Cool...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9641036&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9641036&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9641036"&gt;JESS3 / The State of The  Internet&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/jessesaves"&gt;JESS3&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Via &lt;a href="http://reflectionof.me/the-state-of-the-internet-162"&gt;Reflectionof.Me&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-8655826221360079848?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8655826221360079848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/03/state-of-internet-pretty-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/8655826221360079848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/8655826221360079848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/03/state-of-internet-pretty-cool.html' title='The State of Internet (Pretty Cool...)'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-4209846280928681122</id><published>2010-03-05T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:32:44.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geek'/><title type='text'>Evolution of Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S5CWtQ-XNJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qA9iI71Yo7I/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S5CWtQ-XNJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qA9iI71Yo7I/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Via &lt;a href="http://reflectionof.me/webs-evolution"&gt;ReflectionOf.Me&lt;/a&gt;] &lt;br /&gt;The picture speak for itself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-4209846280928681122?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4209846280928681122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/03/evolution-of-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/4209846280928681122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/4209846280928681122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/03/evolution-of-internet.html' title='Evolution of Internet'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S5CWtQ-XNJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qA9iI71Yo7I/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-3123254498254198479</id><published>2010-03-02T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:26:09.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life Update</title><content type='html'>Finally hospital attachment has ended.&lt;br /&gt;But my life is still busy.&lt;br /&gt;After finishing all the paperwork (PCPs, case studies, TDM etc...), new thing keep coming out... &lt;br /&gt;Real life not relating to academy...&lt;br /&gt;And now...&lt;br /&gt;SPA form...And photos...And certified SPM certs and birth certs...&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to breathe...&lt;br /&gt;Wish to have a string of good luck now...(I am a keen believer of luck)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambatte to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-3123254498254198479?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3123254498254198479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/3123254498254198479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/3123254498254198479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-update.html' title='Life Update'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-5165690947696790529</id><published>2010-03-02T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:58:05.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Calander say WTF...</title><content type='html'>A fact of life:&lt;br /&gt;After Monday and Tuesday, even the calender says W T F......&lt;br /&gt;Depressing, but true... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/clementine/YJOtZrwfyOvOxrpdZJRiPhrHGFQamTjeUDaoKfQ6yIqA8040Me4v5VuIEdd0/tumblr_ky00n9epyW1qznavao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/clementine/YJOtZrwfyOvOxrpdZJRiPhrHGFQamTjeUDaoKfQ6yIqA8040Me4v5VuIEdd0/tumblr_ky00n9epyW1qznavao1_500.jpg" width="320" /&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/500481011957010195-5165690947696790529?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5165690947696790529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/03/even-calander-say-wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/5165690947696790529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/5165690947696790529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/03/even-calander-say-wtf.html' title='Even Calander say WTF...'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-8158836757487248275</id><published>2010-02-23T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:51:08.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty'/><title type='text'>This is what XX looks like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/clementine/5iKJMvVKwGNeSvWEQoD5T8heJQ40q3hxjGJH5FnQDQsobrpBTYt8Fa45dbHF/1.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/clementine/5iKJMvVKwGNeSvWEQoD5T8heJQ40q3hxjGJH5FnQDQsobrpBTYt8Fa45dbHF/1.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://reflectionof.me/that-is-what"&gt;[Source]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta say this: I love lovely and cute picture. And the kitty on the 1st picture is SOOOO CUTE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MEOW!!! Its the year of big cat after all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-8158836757487248275?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8158836757487248275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/02/faces-this-is-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/8158836757487248275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/8158836757487248275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/02/faces-this-is-what.html' title='This is what XX looks like...'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-8278244878007659331</id><published>2010-02-17T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:57:37.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiger'/><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S3ug3Q_z2OI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_mcieIPSvGE/s1600-h/tora2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S3ug3Q_z2OI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_mcieIPSvGE/s400/tora2010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Chinese New Year 2010! Its the year of the tiger again...RAWR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;May the year of tiger be prowess and all the bad things get scared of the mighty tiger!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-8278244878007659331?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8278244878007659331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/8278244878007659331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/8278244878007659331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!!'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S3ug3Q_z2OI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_mcieIPSvGE/s72-c/tora2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-8234324495658100925</id><published>2010-02-01T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T07:18:26.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quicky: iXXXXX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/clementine/UaWJVLFtNr19KxM1f4THnh3BwiSnUDocPSMzABny5rxDqp9MabatbhH6RfKF/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/clementine/UaWJVLFtNr19KxM1f4THnh3BwiSnUDocPSMzABny5rxDqp9MabatbhH6RfKF/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Probably true, if you are not one of the damn filthy rich people of the top 1% of the social hierarchy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-8234324495658100925?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8234324495658100925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/02/quicky-ixxxxx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/8234324495658100925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/8234324495658100925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/02/quicky-ixxxxx.html' title='A Quicky: iXXXXX'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-6858531208294114405</id><published>2010-01-28T11:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T11:10:21.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys vs gals'/><title type='text'>Sexist Remark of the Day: Master Key and Lock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2DIHlSWtjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/a46mo3SGPGU/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2DIHlSWtjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/a46mo3SGPGU/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Source: LA Times via &lt;a href="http://reflectionof.me/woman-and-man-2"&gt;ReflectionOf.Me&lt;/a&gt;]&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/500481011957010195-1848461771224900460?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1848461771224900460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/01/unspoken-communication-gals-vs-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/1848461771224900460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/1848461771224900460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/01/unspoken-communication-gals-vs-guys.html' title='Unspoken Communication: Gals vs Guys'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2DIHlSWtjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/a46mo3SGPGU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-3576512212469509492</id><published>2010-01-26T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T10:33:37.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many different faces with characters... (Compiled from gg Fansub homepage)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ggkthx.org/"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（；￣д￣） &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ゃ’∀’)ﾉ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ლ(╹◡╹ლ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ﾟ ｰ ﾟ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ヽ(´ｰ ｀)ノ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=´∇｀=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(  ◔ ◔)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(´_ゝ｀) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;( ´∀`)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ´・‿-) ~ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ¯‿¯)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;｡･ﾟ･(ﾉД`)･ﾟ･｡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;┐(-｡ｰ;)┌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;┐(￣ー￣)┌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 　ﾟ,_ゝﾟ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ´・‿-) ~ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( *≖‿≖*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;◕ ◡ ◕&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-3576512212469509492?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3576512212469509492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/01/many-different-faces-with-characters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/3576512212469509492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/3576512212469509492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/01/many-different-faces-with-characters.html' title='Many different faces with characters... (Compiled from gg Fansub homepage)'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-8317882932730881160</id><published>2010-01-26T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:39:34.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>What type of music listener are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S17tKQaGdfI/AAAAAAAAACw/vOcjvVJXwpI/s1600-h/music.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S17tKQaGdfI/AAAAAAAAACw/vOcjvVJXwpI/s320/music.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[This wonderful picture was taken (without permission) from: http://media.photobucket.com/image/music/FoxyRoxy20072002/music.jpg]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observation: The way my room mate listen to music annoyed me, in the sense that he is type A, and I am type B...Good thing that there is a thing call headphone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. I listen to the same song over and over and over and over and over and over  and over  and over  and over  and over  and over  and over  and over  and over  and over  and over again until I am finally bored of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. I listen to a list of songs (&amp;gt;100), randomised with occasional biased selection, double blind with no-repeat of music preferable. Due to the extremely long list, it will take a long long long long long long long long long long long long time for me to lose my interest in my favourite songs. Usually I do not update my collection with the latest song in the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Similar to B, except that I also choose my song from the latest billbords or 排行榜.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. I don't listen to music. I am the public enemy of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Other that I did not thought about when I wrote this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-8317882932730881160?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8317882932730881160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-type-of-music-listener-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/8317882932730881160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/8317882932730881160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-type-of-music-listener-are-you.html' title='What type of music listener are you?'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S17tKQaGdfI/AAAAAAAAACw/vOcjvVJXwpI/s72-c/music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-3342401570593776812</id><published>2010-01-04T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:54:56.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My next life...If it is possible...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S0DLd88mEFI/AAAAAAAAACo/DCSFsncWLjY/s1600-h/If+life+is+the+other+way+around.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S0DLd88mEFI/AAAAAAAAACo/DCSFsncWLjY/s400/If+life+is+the+other+way+around.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Very interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-3342401570593776812?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3342401570593776812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-next-lifeif-it-is-possible.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/3342401570593776812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/3342401570593776812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-next-lifeif-it-is-possible.html' title='My next life...If it is possible...'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S0DLd88mEFI/AAAAAAAAACo/DCSFsncWLjY/s72-c/If+life+is+the+other+way+around.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-5334411829744434191</id><published>2010-01-01T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T11:55:23.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2010 (At least I hope it will be happy)</title><content type='html'>Yay! First blog of the year 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say. At least what I can say is this year, like any other years, I don't have any new year resolution. Why? Never plan to have one. Cause most probably it will be 15 minutes worth of enthusiastic thinking and shaking the leg for the rest of 355 days 23 hours and 45 minutes. Yup. I am that damn lazy, undetermined, hopeless dude who prefer to sit in front of computer doing nothing important except playing, watching anime and look for useless information. So sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-5334411829744434191?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5334411829744434191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010-at-least-i-hope-it-will-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/5334411829744434191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/5334411829744434191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010-at-least-i-hope-it-will-be.html' title='Happy 2010 (At least I hope it will be happy)'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-5172644226183597230</id><published>2009-12-30T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:38:54.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Year End Special: The Accursed 2009 (For me)</title><content type='html'>It's been a while. Since I started some serious mind-shout-out blog in here. Now, some really strong stuff is going to be here. Quit looking if you are any religious fanatics who do not accept the view of luck at all. Yes. You here me right. Its all about luck in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 have been a really f***ed up year for me. Especially near the end of the year. And I really do focus on the word "Especially". Like now. Why, you may asked? Well, its nothing. The luck seemed to turn down on me in this "holy year".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember some time in the early 2009. I read a magazine (not intentionally by the way). It talked about my money luck. Says that this year will be the year where my wallet bleed. Being a happy-go-lucky type of person, I generally think of it as a  warning to spend wisely. And in that very year, bleeding it is. Really bleeds till almost dry. 2009 is the worst year for my finance. Spend probably more than 2 years worth of living allowance in 1 year. And that would add up to about RM1200 per month. Where the hell did all the money goes, you may asked? Well, many small small (and a few big big) issues. Well, I will go into the major ones, because the minor one I can't remember...Swt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major 1: For the first time I bought a digital camera. Initially is for my gf. However, i did something unimaginable: I bought a brand that she did not want (well, my mistake anyway for turning my head for a Kodak instead of Nikon that she said many times that she wanted). She blew off. And I gotta think fast to cool her down. I bought another Nikon, lying to her that I can return the product when I could not (BAD BAD BAD), thinking that I will take over the ownership of the Kodak. The first unexpected major spending. But hey, look at the bright side (at least from my point of view): I got my first digital camera. And you might thought the bad news ends here. NOPE. IT DOES NOT. During the trip to Sabah, I lost it somewhere in the airport, forever. For a camera that I have used less than a month. And I was checking on it every 5 minutes. WTF. Really. WTF. See how f***-up my trip ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about the trip, Major 2: Spending for the trip to Sabah. Well, this is already within the calculated budget. So I will not complained about it. In fact it is well worth the money spend. Still...Wallet bleeds...And at the end of the trip...Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major 3: This happened just yesterday. The silly me lost my handphone (RM1100 when I bought it 3 years ago. Served me well... T____T), together with my IC and my Golla bag... T__T&lt;br /&gt;Now how do I tell her about that? Eruption is sure to ensue...Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books and books...This year has been hard on books and printed material. Drug Information Hand book cost RM215. Printer cost another RM199. Not to mention with my dear dear now in JB, occational visit will cost RM 150 per trip minimum. Sigh...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is still the "Bad Day" curse. Works every time. On me only of course. For those who don't know what is "Bad Day" curse (only perhaps 2 of my closest friend knows about it anyway), everytime if the song "Bad Day" by Daniel Powter played in front of me, the next day will really be a bad day. Don't belief me? Well you don't have to. It has happened to me for more than 10 occasions this years. And the number of time I heard this songs this years should be about 10 too. So to me it is statistically significant. Even though each and everytime I told myself: This song won't cause any harm to me this time for sure. Yes it did. It is harmfull. To me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there is also the case with Acer vs Asus... Also, my favourite pop artist Michael Jackson died this year...Everything is going going gone...Sigh...Not in the mood to further elaborate my sadness...So this will be it for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully 2010 will bring me better luck. And I mean MUCH BETTER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-5172644226183597230?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5172644226183597230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-end-special-accursed-2009-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/5172644226183597230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/5172644226183597230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-end-special-accursed-2009-for-me.html' title='Year End Special: The Accursed 2009 (For me)'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-7012698121566059548</id><published>2009-12-09T06:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:01:54.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Guys Don't Look At Explosion!</title><content type='html'>A very interesting MV. Found it in some comment in Gizmodo.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some interesting quote from the lyric: &lt;br /&gt;"Cool guys don't look at explosion! &lt;br /&gt;They blow things up, and never look back!"&lt;br /&gt;"The more you ignore it, the cooler you look..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring some of your favorite characters, including Joker (!!), Robocop (!!!), Ironman, The Rock etc...Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sqz5dbs5zmo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sqz5dbs5zmo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-7012698121566059548?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7012698121566059548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/12/cool-guys-dont-look-at-explosion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/7012698121566059548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/7012698121566059548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/12/cool-guys-dont-look-at-explosion.html' title='Cool Guys Don&apos;t Look At Explosion!'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-330769089530568220</id><published>2009-10-24T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:42:57.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout out'/><title type='text'>Untitled Rant</title><content type='html'>This is not suitable for anybody except nobody.&lt;br /&gt;So unless you are nobody, and not existing in this world, you are welcomed to read this post.&lt;br /&gt;Just need a shoutout spot where nobody "is supposed to" "see". And even if you are a busybody (not a nobody) who have nothing better to do, do skip this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/SuJltlFlSiI/AAAAAAAAACY/ykbXLUFbEjw/s1600-h/Scream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/SuJltlFlSiI/AAAAAAAAACY/ykbXLUFbEjw/s320/Scream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Thank you, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edvard_Munch" title="Edvard Munch"&gt;Edvard Munch&lt;/a&gt;, for his exceptionally well done piece of art to express my current emotion) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do = die. Didn't do = die.&lt;/span&gt; So what to do?Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;This "equation" is absurd. But then again, sometimes it carries the truth. It happens. Heck, shit happens, all the time. And it have had to happen sometimes in everyone's life. Most of the time, it will result in negative mood day, or at best, moodless day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could be alone on D-day, quietly doing something (nothing is considered something though), my own thing that is. But shit have to happen. And it is unexpectedly coming to MY HOUSE. Not that I choose it to happen over here. And the one of the "hero" of the day is an "&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ENEMY OF THE STATE&lt;/span&gt;". Escape would seems to be rather rude as the other two &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;hero of the day &lt;/span&gt;is a friendly unit. And invitation was sent out for the day.Thus, shits occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shits happen. No need for explanation here. Threshold has been breached. Pressure went well over the limit. Blow off trigger point activated. Ground zero has been zoned in and targeted. All missiles and artillery aimed at dummy. Safety lock released. Expected chance of survival: 30%. Estimated recovery time&amp;nbsp; needed: Unknown. Either soon (as in days) or never (hopefully not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt. Do not proceed to function containing enemy(ies) of state. For whatever reason. I just want a peaceful and relatively eventless period. At least let me finish my work before any shit happes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-330769089530568220?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/330769089530568220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/330769089530568220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/330769089530568220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled-rant.html' title='Untitled Rant'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/SuJltlFlSiI/AAAAAAAAACY/ykbXLUFbEjw/s72-c/Scream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-3559924052915197229</id><published>2009-10-03T10:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:10:17.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Picture of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/4/2009/10/500x_clowns_last_supper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/4/2009/10/500x_clowns_last_supper.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[&lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/5373105/warning-this-image-will-give-you-insomnia-for-a-month"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;] &lt;br /&gt;This picture was linked from Gizmodo, one of my favourite sites. If clown is your type, you might think again. If clown is not your type, you might have insomnia for a few days after looking at the picture. Pretty interesting, don't you think? Kudos to the artist... (Can't believe I said that...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight: Joker from Batman and your favourite fast food icon McDonald...Who a few days ago was found to have his arse kicked by Colonel in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vk4oa5GDqkM"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late. You already seen the picture. Hope you will have a good dream tonight, if not the clown that will be visiting you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-3559924052915197229?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3559924052915197229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/10/scary-picture-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/3559924052915197229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/3559924052915197229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/10/scary-picture-of-day.html' title='Scary Picture of the Day'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-6009607433221075391</id><published>2009-09-24T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:26:10.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon cake'/><title type='text'>Moon Cake Part II</title><content type='html'>[FP&lt;strike&gt;S&lt;/strike&gt; (first person &lt;strike&gt;shooter&lt;/strike&gt;) beta testing mode]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to market early today (woke up at 6.30am, go at 6.45am). Went with parents and younger sister. After the routine breakfast (&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Loh Mee Banzai!!!&lt;/span&gt;), saw an auntie selling moon cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum ask the auntie how much was she selling the moon cakes. Since the moon cake is not professionally and prettily packed, just choose what you want and she will put the moon cake into a cheap cheap plastic bag, expect the price to be about RM7-8 with eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised! Its no where near it. The traditional red bean paste and lotus paste cost ONLY RM2.50 per cake! With yolk, the price goes up to RM4 per cakes. Got the shock of my life there. RM4! Then what the hell are the people at KLT or Queensbay Mall selling? Gold and diamond crusted packaging on the moon cakes? Or the paste itself is prepared from some kind of rare food on the earth? Really don't want to say this at the blog, but WTF is the world moving towards? Packaging and money is more important than people's happiness to eat moon cakes? But who will they care? Smart way to make money, which is selling less amount for more premium product, is the current trend, and will be the way of life for the future. Good for investor. Bad for normal 人民. Sounds more and more like communist, am I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought RM30 worth of moon cakes from that auntie...Sounds a little but it is a lot...Hope they don't taste bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much...This is life. And my immature mind. But who cares. This is my space to rant. Now...Where is my moon cake...And feed the fish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-6009607433221075391?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6009607433221075391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/09/moon-cake-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/6009607433221075391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/6009607433221075391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/09/moon-cake-part-ii.html' title='Moon Cake Part II'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-4637783014900207194</id><published>2009-09-21T20:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:44:28.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>Apple starts the war on PSP/DS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.last100.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/ds-vs-psp-vs-iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 388px;" src="http://www.last100.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/ds-vs-psp-vs-iphone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple finally started rolling the ball on PSP and DS, by saying that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PSP and DS are overpriced piece of gadget and uncool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropShadow"&gt;&lt;span id="span"&gt;&lt;span id="iTxt"&gt;According to Phil Schiller, Apple's marketing VP, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;PSP and NDS are too overpriced&lt;/span&gt; as their game price is about USD$20-40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; per game. Also, he stabbed the heart of the faithful PSP and NDS lovers (me as one of them. PSP ftw!!) by saying that these gadget is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;no longer cool&lt;/span&gt;. Unlike Apple's iPod touch and iPhone. They are cool, small and have 20,000 apps that is relatively cheap compared to PSP and NDS. However, do remember that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;iPod touch and iPhone price are much much higher compare to PSP or NDS&lt;/span&gt;. So Apple calling PSP and NDS overprice is like telling a bunch of monkeys that horse is bigger than an elephant (bad comparison, I know). Also, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PSP was (now is not) sold at a lost&lt;/span&gt;, but get back the money from the software. So calling them (PSP and NDS) overpriced is a bit too much. Tell that to yourself, Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother, you may be right in saying that PSP is uncool. The form factor of PSP is too bulky for my liking. And the price of the game is relatively high. But then again, for the quality of the game (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gaming experience&lt;/span&gt;, that is), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PSP and NDS rules&lt;/span&gt;! iPod touch/iPhone is not suitable for many types of gaming categories. Try playing FPS/TPS or fighting game (Street Fighter/Tekken) on iPod/iPhone. You will wish that they have some buttons for it, or else a cheap replaceable touch screen, if you get what I mean. The&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; strength of iPod and iPhone lies on its touch screen and accelerometer&lt;/span&gt;. Games that built around these capabilities may be fun, but the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fun factor does not hold as long as the button type gaming&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although PSP has no accelerometer or touch screen, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PSP/NDS has buttons&lt;/span&gt;. Plenty of them. 6 dedicated buttons to be exact, 1 analogue stick (although badly positioned) and directional pad, not to mention 6 other dedicated button to control the volume, brightness etc. All of which are very important for gaming experience, and is not found in iPod/iPhone. Media wise, PSP plays them decently, but not everyone like its interface, although i do ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the ability to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hack your PSP&lt;/span&gt; (if you need help on this, just leave me a message. I am pro here...XD) means that you can &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;play pirated games on your PSP for free&lt;/span&gt;, similar to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jail breaking in iPod/iPhone&lt;/span&gt;. I am not bad-mouthing Apple, but the many apps for&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; iPod/iPhone are not for serious gamers&lt;/span&gt;. It is more suitable for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;database type software, puzzle games and web browsing&lt;/span&gt;, but definitely not for most type of games. In addition, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;iPod/iPhone's media function are much better compared to PSP&lt;/span&gt;. NDS? Was never in the range to target iPod/iPhone in that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the conclusion? You asked? Well, conclusion is, iPod/iPhone is never good for serious and long term gaming. PSP and NDS kicks Apple's serious arse in that area. However, web browsing and media playing function wise, iPod and iPhone is the clear winner there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So if you are into both gaming and multimedia, the best solution is: get BOTH PSP and iPhone. NDS? Never on my radar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now then...Feed the fish will ya? They hunger for your love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-4637783014900207194?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4637783014900207194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/09/apple-starts-war-on-pspds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/4637783014900207194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/4637783014900207194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/09/apple-starts-war-on-pspds.html' title='Apple starts the war on PSP/DS'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-8597944731787977809</id><published>2009-09-20T22:18:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:53:00.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon cake'/><title type='text'>Moon cakes</title><content type='html'>It is almost "moon cake festival". The time of the year where young people (kids only though) play with cute cartoon lanterns and eat some moon cakes, and probably with pameloes if you can find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that brings me to my point. Moon cakes. Who does not love them? In addition, it is part of Chinese cultural delicacies. Well maybe some of you do not like moon cakes for whatsoever reason. But most of us do anyway. With or without egg yolks. With whatever stuff inside of the moon cakes. Red bean paste, lotus paste and other "abdominal filler" within the moon cakes, together with the thick yummy crust of the moon cakes...The combination (or probably the crust-only moon cakes) provide the addictive sweet taste that will make you want for more. It makes the taste bud goes all euphoric (at least for me). And what a emesis-inducing description that is...From me who is bad at describing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the things about moon cakes is price. Once upon a time, 1 moon cake cost only about RM5 without yolk. RM7 with 1 yolk. RM5! And now? With all the beautiful packaging and aggressive marketing, the cost of moon cakes sky rocketed to RM10+ in recent years. Today, I went to Queensbay Mall, and the price of the moon cakes shocked me! RM 20 (tax not yet included) for a NORMAL moon cakes. With no yolk. But I must admit, the size and the packaging of the moon cakes seems (a little bit) bigger and pretty than the standard not so pretty moon cakes. And the funny thing is, people are still willing pay that exorbitant fees for that silly piece of moon cakes. With a nice packaging of course. And what a brilliant idea anyway. And these type of moon cakes typically flood all the market place, including Carefour, which I depends my grocery from. As a result, unless I got a know-how and know-where and a car, I won't be able to get a moon cake that can satisfy both my stomach and consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extrapolate that to other things in real life: Every "premium" products are always much costlier than they supposed to be. With better looks and perhaps better quality. Maybe not all are costlier than they are supposed to be. PSP and PS3 are sold at a loss from Sony. Which is great, supposingly. This is a fact of life. But this will also inflate the price of other competitors, knowing that with an inferior product, they could sell the product at near premium price with a cuter or better packaging and aggressive promotion. But then again, what can we do, you might ask. Nothing. Really. Nothing. No one want to go back to the way of communism or socialism where the trade are all heavily controlled. And it is counter productive and counter development, which I do not think any people will want it. Also bear in mind that price that goes up will never go down again. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am still looking for a "easily-accesible-yet cheap-enough-for-my-wallet" moon cake to fill my lust for moon cakes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-8597944731787977809?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8597944731787977809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/09/moon-cakes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/8597944731787977809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/8597944731787977809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/09/moon-cakes.html' title='Moon cakes'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-4586826245127352171</id><published>2009-09-12T09:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T10:42:04.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duck'/><title type='text'>Duck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/SqsIdym0a3I/AAAAAAAAACA/wxtJC0ZK_2I/s1600-h/Duck+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/SqsIdym0a3I/AAAAAAAAACA/wxtJC0ZK_2I/s320/Duck+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380403487718009714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/SqsIei_DmWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Q1DdAMHXuS4/s1600-h/Duck+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/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/SqsIei_DmWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Q1DdAMHXuS4/s320/Duck+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380403500704569698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/SqsIeL3db4I/AAAAAAAAACI/KygNHBkn4_M/s1600-h/Duck+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/SqsIeL3db4I/AAAAAAAAACI/KygNHBkn4_M/s320/Duck+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380403494498692994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I found some interesting pictures. The following pictures will not have any hidden meaning (to those who are paranoia about hidden meaning thingy). I am a simple person. And do note that guys are very simple minded creature(refer to The Ugly Truth) as compared to women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That giant ducky is 9.5m tall, 11m long rubber ducky, currently floating on a river in Osaka. The invasion was not the first time in earth. Other place seems to have been invaded as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I especially love the night view of the ducky, where the duck is gazing the moon...Romantic...???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-4586826245127352171?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4586826245127352171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/09/duck.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/4586826245127352171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/4586826245127352171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/09/duck.html' title='Duck'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/SqsIdym0a3I/AAAAAAAAACA/wxtJC0ZK_2I/s72-c/Duck+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-4614302139179451727</id><published>2009-09-11T22:48:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T10:27:08.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>Life lesson from the lab, Part I (If I am not too lazy to update anyway)</title><content type='html'>Just want to tell the world I am alive, not that any people will care anyway. From this sentence, you can feel that I am in a "negative" mood. Perhaps it may be caused by the daily routine of lab work, which may progress till late in the night. Or perhaps it is triggered by my lack of precious personal time caused by the research. So I will describe several life lessons I learned from the lab, which can be useful in our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, perhaps it is because I am a early person. Being with a late person does really reduce the time I have a date with Uncle Zhou (周公). But then again, as long as the date is longer than 6 hours, I am happy with it. Though my mind may be blank during the research, causing me to make hell load of critical mistakes. So what is the divine punishment that I will receive for the mistakes? Bazooka-ed and machine gunned, coupled with a dark aura surrounding me for a few hours. Thus: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lesson 1: What ever you do, make sure you have enough sleep&lt;/span&gt; before you do any serious stuff that have high probability of killing you, especially if you are working with perfectionist woman (go watch The Ugly Truth...). Mistakes are not tolerated. So sleep more and rest more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When doing a research, you will definitely use some machine. Some machines are not so popular and less users will be using them. If you use that most of your time, great. However, if you are using the popular instrument, chances are your machine are being used by your colleagues when you want to use it. And if your experiment is time-sensitive experiment, congrats! You just screwed up your experiment! And you are welcomed to redo it. Luckily, there is a booking system where you can booked to use the machines at certain time that you want, provided you appear within 15 minutes of your booking time. Conclusion: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lesson 2: Always plan your things ahead, at least by a day, or better still, planned everything before you start doing anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Many people knew these, but not many people implement it. It reminded me of a friend's PM in MSN: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fail to plan = Plan to fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conflicts are common in research. Your fellow researcher may want to use a certain machine. However, you already booked the machine. So technically you have the right to use it. Not them. However, beware of a jump-queue jutsu (un)commonly used to counter this problem: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Lecturer-Who-Don't-Care-About-Other-People-From-Other-Group-Demand-To-Jump-Queue jutsu&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;! FYI, jutsu means technique. This jutsu is commonly deployed by people who do not want to negotiate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get things which they could not, and we have seen a few examples here. So what can I do in this case, you asked, since the lecturers "dai sai", ruthless and even 得寸进尺? The remedy, as shown by CCJ, is to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lesson 3: Learn to negotiate with the other party. You give one I give one. Everyone happy. But do not push me over the limit. Or you will not get anything at all.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; In addition, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lesson 4: If the other party want to use it no matter what, DO NOT LET THEM BE if what they want will screw up your experiment. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They did not do proper planning. So its their problem. Help if what they want will not hamper you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you enter the world of research, there will be peoples who were here before you. So technically, they are your senior. Most of them are pretty helpful and will help you if you ask them, provided they are free and not pissed off you, which is the case of me. One of the master student (at least one) is pretty pissed off me and SL because we worked on the area near centrifuge. The area also contains other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;machine like vortexing, microcentrifuge, incubator etc. Thus us working there means road block to their work. In addition, we shift to a working bench nearby, and kena halau lagi cause she suspect us contaminating her whatever stuff with bacteria. Meaning pissing off that very same senior again. Anyway, which comes to my point: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lesson 5: Be friendly with the seniors.&lt;/span&gt; Do not create enemy out of them. They can help you a lot in the research. I have got to thanks Ms. Chuah for helping us a lot with our research thus far. Oh...And my communication skills sucks. Probably due to my "do not like to talk to people" style. Which is why I am not able to talk to people like SL did, making friends with many people in the lab. Sometime I wonder why I choose to walk this "silent" pathway...Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now. Until I am ready with more material and free time...&lt;br /&gt;Now where is my ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/500481011957010195-4614302139179451727?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4614302139179451727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-lesson-from-lab-part-i-if-i-am-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/4614302139179451727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/4614302139179451727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-lesson-from-lab-part-i-if-i-am-not.html' title='Life lesson from the lab, Part I (If I am not too lazy to update anyway)'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-640552975963453576</id><published>2009-08-20T22:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:53:32.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><title type='text'>Fail</title><content type='html'>Failed a mission today. Terribly important mission. Most importantly, the plan was planned for quite some time. But still, I failed.&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ask. No need to know anything. But it is just that I am too choosy. I insisted on choosing it myself. And a surprise as well. This all ended with my demise. Mampus. And tonight is such a special day too...Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And furthermore, initiative not appreciated. Got hit back because of my insistence. Not flexible kononnya. Anyway, nothing can be done anymore. With the "Bad Day" played, my day is pretty much black today anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-640552975963453576?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/640552975963453576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/640552975963453576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/640552975963453576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/fail.html' title='Fail'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-6804016848699165060</id><published>2009-08-20T08:09:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:28:09.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Life in a Research Semester</title><content type='html'>"Welcome to research semester, the semester where there is no examination and the pace setter are you yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was what I thought. Or at least it still is. There really will be no examination this semester, just presentation (twice) and a thesis to write. And the pace setter is still yourself. Unless you have got a lousy supervisor who would do nothing to help your research or order your material late, which you would have to wait for another 2 months before you can get the material. Furthermore, you can choose when you want to work on your research. If you want to avoid the crowd, try to do experiment from 8pm till midnight. It is quite fun actually since you may not need to race with other people when you want to use a machine. Or in my case, it is your partner who determine your pace. Too fast, too furious, and too stressful. Don't want to talk about it here. But the truth is: find your working partner who suites your way of doing experiment. If not, it will be headache for both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The research is actually much more tiring than I initially expected. I thought at most it would be 9-5 kind of work, but no. It is not, and maybe it will, but most probably it will never be 9-5.  It will stretch both ways. And if your partner is from a different time zone, all the more problem. Early bird and night owl working together = at least one of them will be night owl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this semester, my research project is "Rapid and efficient isolation of multimeric plasmid DNA". It deals with the new method of extracting plasmid developed by my supervisor, Dr. Chowdhury. And nothing to worry about, I will not blurt out the specific facts about the research cause I know it will drown you all. Biotechnology is not for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thesis will be up next. Lets hope that my research will finish soon so that I can finally start the paperwork...Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-6804016848699165060?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6804016848699165060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-in-research-semester.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/6804016848699165060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/6804016848699165060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-in-research-semester.html' title='Life in a Research Semester'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-3775747908682409899</id><published>2009-07-19T23:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:15:09.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Finally, everything ended!</title><content type='html'>Finally! All the official work and unofficial work has been done. Just want to rant about my life here. So if you are not into people's ranting, this is where you should just stop reading and do something more useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished my proposal yesterday, and I thought I could relax a little. And boy, I was wrong. Really wrong. Life is still full of problems. Just when I thought I could relax after spending the last 2 weeks doing the proposal, I just remembered that I still got a side project for WH. I got to write an article for the convo mag. Luckily, I already have a rough idea on what to write for the article about a week ago. But still, having booked for most of my time, I have only got less than 12 hours of writing time to finish the article. 12 hours to cover seven deadly sins of my batch. Somehow, it seems almost impossible with the amount of material to write. But I just have to make it. Have to at least write out what I have in mind for the past week. I never really write big before, but it will be the first time I am going to do this. So better make it big. And make it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the title of my article, you may want to ask. Well, the title of the article is "The Seven Deadly Sins of B106". Basically it describe the seven bad attitude of our class. I don't know whether I am allowed to expose the detail, but the 7 sins are all related to the class. So maybe I shall reveal the info in a later day, one day at a time. That will story for another day. And since the topic is a bit broad, so I am amazed by my speed when I finished producing the piece of work. Over 2000 words are typed in less than 12 hours. Not too shabby. But I have never read through the article, no proofing and no editing whatsoever. Hope WH will not kill me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am. After finishing the article, taking the dinner, watching movie with my sweetie, and now sitting in front of my laptop writing you this blog before I finally jumped on my bed and have a date with Uncle Zhou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-3775747908682409899?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3775747908682409899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-everything-ended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/3775747908682409899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/3775747908682409899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-everything-ended.html' title='Finally, everything ended!'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-5217636642146696051</id><published>2009-07-12T11:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:56:16.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proposal'/><title type='text'>Work, home and pup!</title><content type='html'>For the past few days (1 week already I think), everyday have been eat,  proposal, eat, proposal, sleep, proposal, eat, proposal, sleep. In fact, other than the toilet break and occasional lazying around and class, everything has been about proposal. Damn, when this thing end, I really wish I will have 3 full days of rest, and not getting one will make my mind crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like the saying goes &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;烽火连三月，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;家书抵万金&lt;/span&gt;! Getting a news or call from home during this time really will lighten up your heart. My mum called from home the day before yesterday. A new member of the family has arrived! My house is getting a new puppy! Good for my parents who will be very bored as all their children are far away from home. This will keep them busy and at least won't be so lonely, especially my mum who stays at home alone most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the name of the pup, and of what breed is that&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;toy&lt;/s&gt; pup, you may want to ask, though don't think any of you are busy body enough? Name? I forgot to ask...For the breed, its a dalmatian...crossed with other breed...Making it a mongrel. But who cares? As long as it is a good dog, it is good! Heard that the pup (its a she, by the way) is hyper active, and is hungry for love and attention from the owner all the time. So no doubt it will keep my mum busy for a while, at least until the break for me to go back Penang. When that happen, I wonder how am I gonna &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;torture&lt;/s&gt; play with that puppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for that to happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-5217636642146696051?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5217636642146696051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/07/work-home-and-pup.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/5217636642146696051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/5217636642146696051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/07/work-home-and-pup.html' title='Work, home and pup!'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-8749724697194016844</id><published>2009-07-04T20:54:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:14:52.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mahathir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMU'/><title type='text'>♫ Mahathir is coming to town...♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/Sk-JFTS26vI/AAAAAAAAABY/8VQDhz5TJIA/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/Sk-JFTS26vI/AAAAAAAAABY/8VQDhz5TJIA/s320/santa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354649206138530546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/Sk-IpRxYbFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NHcEbmTuOdI/s1600-h/mahathir20mohamad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/Sk-IpRxYbFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NHcEbmTuOdI/s320/mahathir20mohamad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354648724693347410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the song of Santa Clause? "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Santa Clause is coming to town...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now replace the "Santa Clause" with Mahathir, and you got &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;♫ Mahathir is coming to town...♫&lt;/span&gt;, which sounds pretty fine for the song anyway. Which Mahathir? The most famous Mahathir, of course. The one and only Tun Dr. Mahathir bin Mohammad, the forth prime minister of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/KHYETE%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And too bad, the event is for IMU students only. Tun Dr. Mahathir will have a dialogue with the IMU students with the theme of "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Leadership in Medicine &amp;amp; contribution to Nation Building&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't have any particular grudge against our beloved ex-leader, he is, after all, the guy who made the ISA to its current popularity. In fact, he is also the one who causes all the headache&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; to the Chinese community. However, he is still a real medical practitioner, who is going to have a dialogue to the students who are Chinese-majority, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;some of them are there &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;because of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. Got to thank him for that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, am I going there? No. Of course not. Not really because of him anyway. Cause there are some important class that I prefer to attend rather than dialoging (or most probably, listening rather than dialoging). The dialogue may be inspirational, but I am just not interested. He may be the modernisation father, but he ain't no my father. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Conclusion: No go for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-8749724697194016844?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8749724697194016844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/07/mahathir-is-coming-to-town.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/8749724697194016844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/8749724697194016844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/07/mahathir-is-coming-to-town.html' title='♫ Mahathir is coming to town...♫'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/Sk-JFTS26vI/AAAAAAAAABY/8VQDhz5TJIA/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-401789454538389572</id><published>2009-06-20T12:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:23:12.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching story'/><title type='text'>A Touching Story of a Dying Girl, "Up", and Pixar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/Sjxgs33KcMI/AAAAAAAAABI/Cmg7wBnkgx0/s1600-h/pixar+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/Sjxgs33KcMI/AAAAAAAAABI/Cmg7wBnkgx0/s320/pixar+up.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349256781435138242" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A very touching true story that I have encountered on the Internet about a dying girl wish to watch "Up", a new movie by Pixar, and how Pixar send their employee to her house with the DVD, soft toys and a poster of "Up". 7 hours after watching the movie, the girl succumbed to her cancer. Rest in peace, girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Really makes you want to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ocregister.com/articles/pixar-up-movie-2468059-home-show"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Plagerised from this source]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"HUNTINGTON BEACH – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/colbycurtin" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 68, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Colby Curtin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, a 10-year-old with a rare form of cancer, was staying alive for one thing – a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;From the minute Colby saw the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/up/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 68, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;previews to the Disney-Pixar movie Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, she was desperate to see it. Colby had been diagnosed with vascular cancer about three years ago, said her mother, Lisa Curtin, and at the beginning of this month it became apparent that she would die soon and was too ill to be moved to a theater to see the film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After a family friend made frantic calls to Pixar to help grant Colby her dying wish, Pixar came to the rescue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The company flew an employee with a DVD of Up, which is only in theaters, to the Curtins’ Huntington Beach home on June 10 for a private viewing of the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The animated movie begins with scenes showing the evolution of a relationship between a husband and wife. After losing his wife in old age, the now grumpy man deals with his loss by attaching thousands of balloons to his house, flying into the sky, and going on an adventure with a little boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Colby died about seven hours after seeing the film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;With her daughter’s vigil planned for Friday, Lisa Curtin reflected about how grateful she is that Pixar – and "Up" – were a part of her only child’s last day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“When I watched it, I had really no idea about the content of the theme of the movie,” said Curtin, 46. “I just know that word ‘Up’ and all of the balloons and I swear to you, for me it meant that (Colby) was going to go up. Up to heaven.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pixar officials declined to comment on the story or name the employees involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;THE PREVIEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Colby was diagnosed with vascular cancer on Dec. 23, 2005 after doctors found a tumor in her liver. At the time of her death, her stomach was about 94 inches around, swollen with fluids the cancer wouldn’t let her body properly digest. The rest of her body probably weighed about 45 pounds, family friend Carole Lynch said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Colby had gone to Newport Elementary School and was known for making others laugh, family friend Terrell Orum-Moore said. Colby loved to dance, sing, swim and seemed to have a more mature understanding of the world than other children her age, Orum-Moore said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On April 28, Colby went to see the Dream Works 3-D movie "Monsters Vs. Aliens" but was impressed by the previews to "Up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“It was from then on, she said, ‘I have to see that movie. It is so cool,’” Lynch said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Colby was a movie fan, Lisa Curtin said, and she latched onto Pixar’s movies because she loved animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two days later Colby’s health began to worsen. On June 4 her mother asked a hospice company to bring a wheelchair for Colby so she could visit a theater to see "Up." However, the weekend went by and the wheelchair was not delivered, Lisa Curtin said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;By June 9, Colby could no longer be transported to a theater and her family feared she would die without having seen the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At that point, Orum-Moore, who desperately wanted Colby to get her last wish, began to cold-call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pixar.com/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 68, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/index" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 68, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to see if someone could help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pixar has an automated telephone answering system, Orum-Moore said, and unless she had a name of a specific person she wanted to speak to, she could not get through. Orum-Moore guessed a name and the computer system transferred her to someone who could help, she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pixar officials listened to Colby’s story and agreed to send someone to Colby’s house the next day with a DVD of "Up," Orum-Moore recalled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She immediately called Lisa Curtin, who told Colby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Do you think you can hang on?” Colby’s mother said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“I’m ready (to die), but I’m going to wait for the movie,” the girl replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;THE MOVIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At about 12:30 p.m. the Pixar employee came to the Curtins’ home with the DVD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He had a bag of stuffed animals of characters in the movie and a movie poster. He shared some quirky background details of the movie and the group settled in to watch Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Colby couldn't see the screen because the pain kept her eyes closed so her mother gave her a play-by-play of the film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At the end of the film, the mother asked if her daughter enjoyed the movie and Colby nodded yes, Lisa Curtin said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The employee left after the movie, taking the DVD with him, Lynch said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“He couldn’t have been nicer,” said Lynch who watched the movie with the family. “His eyes were just welled up.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After the movie, Colby’s dad, Michael Curtin, who is divorced from Lisa Curtin, came to visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Colby died with her mom and dad nearby at 9:20 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Among the Up memorabilia the employee gave Colby was an “adventure book” – a scrap book the main character’s wife used to chronicle her journeys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="initial" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; border- border-style: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“I’ll have to fill those adventures in for her,” Lisa Curtin said."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-401789454538389572?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/401789454538389572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/06/touching-story-of-dying-girl-up-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/401789454538389572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/401789454538389572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/06/touching-story-of-dying-girl-up-and.html' title='A Touching Story of a Dying Girl, &quot;Up&quot;, and Pixar'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/Sjxgs33KcMI/AAAAAAAAABI/Cmg7wBnkgx0/s72-c/pixar+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-658243464843670245</id><published>2009-06-19T10:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:50:01.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wikipedia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people who are too free'/><title type='text'>Wikipedia...In a book...</title><content type='html'>Imagine that you want a book that is full of Wikipedia articles. How would it looked like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint: Wikipedia has more than&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; 2.9 million article &lt;/span&gt;in it as of now (June 2009), and most of the article are worth more than 2 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The partially correct answer is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/Sjr5frzb61I/AAAAAAAAAA4/JmdqszLvJh4/s1600-h/wikipedia-book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/Sjr5frzb61I/AAAAAAAAAA4/JmdqszLvJh4/s320/wikipedia-book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348861830185610066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partially correct answer? How come, you asked. Well, that BOOK is only&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 0.01% &lt;/span&gt;of the whole English edition of Wikipedia. You will need to print &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;952 &lt;/span&gt;volume of this gigantic monster book to get all the articles in the English edition of Wikipedia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book contains 437 featured articles in 5000 pages, and is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1 feet 7 inches&lt;/span&gt; tall! It is done by a graphic designer student named Rob Matthews. [&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/5549589/Wikipedia-turned-into-book.html"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-658243464843670245?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/658243464843670245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/06/wikipediain-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/658243464843670245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/658243464843670245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/06/wikipediain-book.html' title='Wikipedia...In a book...'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/Sjr5frzb61I/AAAAAAAAAA4/JmdqszLvJh4/s72-c/wikipedia-book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-2317784177536162485</id><published>2009-06-18T20:27:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:10:08.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maxis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>My Jungle Home</title><content type='html'>As many of my friends know, I just move into the new home in Teluk Kumbar, from the Island Glades.  The reason for moving is simple: The house in Island Glades is rented from a "kiam siap" taukeh boh (老板娘), while the new house is bought by my parents. Before I begin any story, the new house is a double storey terrace house located between a small hill and sea. Sounds like good feng shui, does it not? You might think it is, until you actually live in it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, anyway, here is where my ranting starts: My house is really a wired jungle. Why wired jungle, you may asked. Really simple: The house got everything that is wired to the house, eg. Streamyx (a.k.a. Shitmyx), Telekom, electricity, water etc. However, anything that are not wired or have no physical connection are not available here. Ya thats right. Nothing that is not wired or have physical connection reach here. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;My new house does not have cellular connection (Maxis a.k.a. Maxshit, Celcom and local terrestrial TV. &lt;/span&gt;The exception being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;DiGi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;Astro&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;So is there really a problem with tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;t? &lt;/span&gt;YES. TOTALLY. Having no cellular coverage (or rather, blind spot coverage) is a big problem for me, though terrestrial TV blind spot is not a big deal except during bad weather. For me, I discovered that near the window pane of my room on the second floor, there is weak connection to the Maxis tower. And perhaps a few other spot on the second floor which I am not really accessible to. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;So it this is a good news, is it not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;. It is not a good news. Imagine this: Everytime you recieve a call, you must maintain the handphone at the window pane while talking. You may say: "Aiyoh, use loud speaker lah, bodoh!" Yes. It is effective that way. But if the line is bad (Imagine this: When I say:'hello, how are you? I am XYZ' to the other person, the person heard it as 'hell....you...XYZ'), it will be very annoying, both to you and the person talking to you. Especially if you talk with your gf/bf that way. It is very annoying and can really test your patience. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Solution: Get out of the house to make a call EVERYTIME&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I am not finish with call yet. There is still this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; thing. Remember that my room is on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;second floor&lt;/span&gt;. So what? Is that a big problem? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;IT IS A BIG PROBLEM&lt;/b&gt;. Now the 1 million dollar question again: Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Lets imagine this: One day, I am at downstairs watching my favourite movie. You SMS me at that time. No problem. I can just run up stairs, type my message and reply you. Then I go downstairs again to continue my movie. Sometimes the SMS continues. So I run upstairs again, read the SMS, reply and go back downstairs. Maybe 1 minute later, another SMS come. Maybe this time is from the other person. So I have to run upstairs again...You can see where this is going. So: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;. It is very tiring and annoying to do that almost every day. I have to run an average of 5-10 return trip a day just to answer the SMS. Everyday. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Solution: Either shut my handphone until I get back to KL or just run up and down the stairs everytime, or worst still, stay upstairs all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not every thing about it is bad. For example, I get to exercise everyday. Climbing the stairs is a great exercise for the legs, as well as for my mind as I learn to be more patience with myself. This is especially useful since I am pretty much a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hikikomori"&gt;hikikomori &lt;/a&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;引き籠もり) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;during the holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, now that I have ranted for the day, heard some SMS is coming. Gotta go do my work out now. Chao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And feed the fish will ya~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-2317784177536162485?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2317784177536162485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-jungle-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/2317784177536162485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/2317784177536162485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-jungle-home.html' title='My Jungle Home'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500481011957010195.post-8113353609711268562</id><published>2009-06-16T20:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:08:47.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello world'/><title type='text'>Hello World!</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello World&lt;/span&gt;". This phrase is usually used (at least from the website that i visited) when a new things (proof of concept/programmes/hacks etc) is released to public to tell the world that "I am born to the world! Welcome to me!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does it implies here? Pretty obvious, is it not. It is to tell the world that this is the my first blog post in my life after &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;22 years 7 months and 8 days&lt;/span&gt;! Hurray!!! Lets celebrate!!! Lets party!!! .........................Looks like I drowned myself in my little world of fantasy again...Paiseh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets continue, shall we? Why do I create my blog? Do I even talk about myself much? In fact, I am the quiet type who can't even talk anything that is not related to him (ie. gadget, geeky stuff, F1). Life? I don't have a life. Nothing interesting anyway. Movies? Anime can lah. Real movies not too much other than "It is funny", "It is boring" and "Not bad". Politic? I am aware of it, but I am not good at political analysis. So I can't talk much about it. I can only say that BN sucks shit! Sports? I am not as expert as those of them around me (especially the fan of Chelsea FC stayed together with me), I can only remember their name. Motorsport? Now that is my area of expertise...But then, nobody around me is a motorsport fan anyway. So not much to talk to my friends about with the new technology like KERS, slick tire vs grooved tire and double decker diffuser. Technological stuff? Well, at least a few of them are interested in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary to the paragraph above: I can't talk. I sucks at talking. I have no capability of extending a conversation beyond 2 minutes. Thus, the best way to express myself is to blog. With this simple mind and childish of mine, I hope to keep a public "diary-like" blog about myself. And hopefully nobody do read it. Embarrassing. So that I can laugh at myself when I am 50, 60 or even 70 years old. Ambitious? Perhaps. But will I continue till that time? I have no idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the good things that happens around me is that my friends do talk. A lot. And with high value thoughts too. Kyle's the politic expert and the Duke of Apple, Ryan the General of Gaming, Skyrider the ultimate Chelsea fan, Lala the King of Fashion and Entertainment, 3Jin the NSAIDs addict (at the time of writing, 3jin revealed that he LOVES NSAIDs) and Alvin the underage. And the most special person in my life, Siew Ling who I share my life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why the sudden, you ask? Well, ever heard of the theory of "Haem-haem interaction" of the red blood cells? When the first  molecule of oxygen binds to the haemoglobin, it will increase the affinity of the haemoglobin to bind to 3 other oxygen molecule. BUT that is not my main reason. My reason? I have thought about blogging for quite some time now. But lack of determination stopped me. Why start now, you ask again? To be honest, seeing many of my friends started blogging recently (Alvin, 3jin) reignite my flame of interest again. So my bloggy, here you are, for me to rant, for me to talk and for me to torture! Wakaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let this be the first (hopefully not the last) blog post I will ever write. Perhaps I should rant more in my blog. It is my world anyway, where the world spins around me. I am the Emperor. I am the King of the Universe. Everyone shall bow to me here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you are free, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;go feed the fish&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500481011957010195-8113353609711268562?l=wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8113353609711268562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/8113353609711268562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500481011957010195/posts/default/8113353609711268562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahlauehkitty.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-world.html' title='Hello World!'/><author><name>WahLauEh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746930401842267495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUBZtNu1Mq8/S2YRYqG_1CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeYBVlrBh_8/S220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
