<?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-544520410189819379</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:52:57.407-08:00</updated><category term='vanity'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='education'/><category term='dad'/><category term='travel'/><category term='cat tales'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='food'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='family'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Leonard's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>...reality reflects...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-5694524589819085128</id><published>2008-05-30T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:48:22.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Many Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday (as the above tittle suggests) was a day of many firsts. New experiences and experiments in my life...hahahahaha...who was it who said that life is short and we should try everything before it's too late or too early for the crypt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I tried on some mean spectacles yesterday...they were Dionne's, but kinda look good on me (don't you think so? Come on Miss Catherine... =P).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was going for the nerdy look, with rimmed specs and buttoned-up collared tee...the retro print (which you can't really see) is kinda vintage or what some of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coursemates&lt;/span&gt; termed as &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;apek&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;/em&gt;vintage la people, vintage...V-I-N-T-A-G-E...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SEAnpdrBRhI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ZcHfRNu8_Ls/s1600-h/specs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206204762533479954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SEAnpdrBRhI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ZcHfRNu8_Ls/s400/specs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went on my 1st college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;roadtrip&lt;/span&gt; yesterday! And it was awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; there were only 3 of us...namely Dionne, Evonne and yours truly. We packed ourselves into the car and drove all the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Seremban&lt;/span&gt; to have a taste of the oh-so ( I miss using this phrase...) famous and gastronomically enchanting Bake Crabs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But before that, pump petrol first. Which was my 1st experience cause I can't really remember the last time I pumped petrol...Dad is the one who take care of it and I can't actually drive. Oh, and if you guys still don't know, I have 0% education on cars... =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The petrol smells &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;remind&lt;/span&gt; me of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;...petrol addict! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I slept halfway through the journey...sorry Dionne... =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SEAnFNrBRgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/8vBR7-McDfk/s1600-h/petrol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206204139763222018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SEAnFNrBRgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/8vBR7-McDfk/s400/petrol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We met up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Cel&lt;/span&gt; Sin in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Seremban&lt;/span&gt; as she performed her duty as our guide toward the Bake Crabs. The crabs were nice...but a bit too expensive though...&lt;strong&gt;RM43&lt;/strong&gt; for a kilogram...aiks...*gasp*! It's not actually baked crabs, tasted more like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;marmite&lt;/span&gt; crab (according to the two sisters)...for me the sauce taste like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Otak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Udang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...weird combination...but nice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered other dishes too, seaweed soup, veggie and a meat dish with rice for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt;...and I drank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;coconut&lt;/span&gt; water...ahhhh~~...refreshing... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SEAmttrBRfI/AAAAAAAAArw/4iJ12zAPZ2Q/s1600-h/crabs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206203736036296178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SEAmttrBRfI/AAAAAAAAArw/4iJ12zAPZ2Q/s400/crabs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On to another story, before we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Seremban&lt;/span&gt;. There was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;some kind&lt;/span&gt; of conflict and confrontation going on in class. I thought I was not involved...but I guess I was wrong. Well, it can't be help when you are so popular right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...this is also a first for me...turning negativity into positivity...some will say it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;naivety&lt;/span&gt;...at least I was upfront from the start and still manage to preserve my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;integrity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel sorry and sad for that person... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, to prevent ourselves being involved. Some friends and I took the chance to do some serious camwhoring...hahahaha...below are the edited pics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SEAmbtrBReI/AAAAAAAAAro/DMhRXlRXKoE/s1600-h/30-05-08_1218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206203426798650850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SEAmbtrBReI/AAAAAAAAAro/DMhRXlRXKoE/s400/30-05-08_1218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me, Joey and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Pooi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SEAk-drBRcI/AAAAAAAAArY/AOlrlxPpTMk/s1600-h/30-05-08_1217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206201824775849410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SEAk-drBRcI/AAAAAAAAArY/AOlrlxPpTMk/s400/30-05-08_1217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Giggles...kinda cheesy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SEAkvNrBRbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/-Zic1G4JNX8/s1600-h/30-05-08_1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206201562782844338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SEAkvNrBRbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/-Zic1G4JNX8/s400/30-05-08_1214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;compositions&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Pooi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Yee's&lt;/span&gt; angle is so nice...lol...this is one of the time when I actually like my lips... =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SEAkNNrBRaI/AAAAAAAAArI/CP-p2CXw0mY/s1600-h/30-05-08_0929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206200978667292066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SEAkNNrBRaI/AAAAAAAAArI/CP-p2CXw0mY/s400/30-05-08_0929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with the specs again...looking smug...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;LLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's all for now...enjoy the weekend people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-5694524589819085128?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5694524589819085128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=5694524589819085128' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/5694524589819085128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/5694524589819085128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-of-many-firsts.html' title='A Day of Many Firsts'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SEAnpdrBRhI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ZcHfRNu8_Ls/s72-c/specs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-92324372562829362</id><published>2008-05-21T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T04:18:37.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Spree!</title><content type='html'>The holiday is over and I'm back in campus and the blogsphere...just did the Moral Studies presentation on punctuality...was OK...not that great and not a total flop too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My one week in Kedah was utterly boring...not being able to drive (I got no license...(T_T)...) and what with the rains...not that I hate the rains...I LOVE rainy days...just that when I'm bored, it's a tad bit depressing...sigh...&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I managed to get myself working and started my very own baking spree during the holidays...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SDQ-rJS9XJI/AAAAAAAAAqw/a3dRXqd3wZo/s1600-h/bake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202852380470500498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SDQ-rJS9XJI/AAAAAAAAAqw/a3dRXqd3wZo/s400/bake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing I made was a Chocolate Cake with Meringue Frosting. The cake was quite easy, just that I had to replace cake flour with multi-purpose flour which made the texture a bit dry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SDQ8CJS9XGI/AAAAAAAAAqc/W7z7PZ8yMfY/s1600-h/13-05-08_1547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202849477072608354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SDQ8CJS9XGI/AAAAAAAAAqc/W7z7PZ8yMfY/s400/13-05-08_1547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hard part is the frosting...it's my own invention actuality...lol...I chanced upon the possibility of making frosting out of unbake meringue...but I can't seem to get the same consistency this time round and the frosting tends to solidify really fast, making it hard to ice the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202849279504112722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SDQ72pS9XFI/AAAAAAAAAqU/F4ifP-T9PAU/s400/13-05-08_1722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, it's eadible...just that it was kinda too sweet...well, once a while right? Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My second baking endeavour was an Apple Crumble Gallet (correct spelling anyone?). It's just like any other pie just that this one didn't require a pie tin, so there's less hustle when getting the pie out of the baking tray. This was inspired by Martha Stewart's Rhubarb Pie...since we don't actually have rhubarb here...so..apple is the chosen filling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SDQ7tJS9XEI/AAAAAAAAAqM/mf1-JU07-D8/s1600-h/14-05-08_1843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202849116295355458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SDQ7tJS9XEI/AAAAAAAAAqM/mf1-JU07-D8/s400/14-05-08_1843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crumble didn't turn out to be as crunchy as I'd expected. I guess the butter and brown sugar must have melted by the time they were ready to be use as I had pre-made it to save time...lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SDQ6c5S9XBI/AAAAAAAAAp0/obI57yRHP_o/s1600-h/14-05-08_1900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202847737610853394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SDQ6c5S9XBI/AAAAAAAAAp0/obI57yRHP_o/s400/14-05-08_1900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the pie, I continued the baking spree with a Coconut Cream Cake, it's a variation of the Chocolate cake actually, just swap the melted chocolate with dessicated coconut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202847153495301106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SDQ565S9W_I/AAAAAAAAApk/G01kMA4ZXl0/s400/15-05-08_1600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, but please make sure you cut down the butter used in the recipe as dessicated coconut will produce oil when baked at high temperature. You don't wanna get an oily cake!...hahahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SDQ5e5S9W9I/AAAAAAAAApU/09qXAH2Bo90/s1600-h/15-05-08_1602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202846672458963922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SDQ5e5S9W9I/AAAAAAAAApU/09qXAH2Bo90/s400/15-05-08_1602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of ending the baking spree after 3 days of non-stop baking action, but then Leh Bin requested that I bring some back for my coursemates. I didn't wanna make a complicated recipe as I was running out of ingredients and time as it's about time for me to come back to college too...so I decided to make Raisin Cake for them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SDQ4fZS9W8I/AAAAAAAAApM/4QUG1UPbHH8/s1600-h/19-05-08_1710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202845581537270722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SDQ4fZS9W8I/AAAAAAAAApM/4QUG1UPbHH8/s400/19-05-08_1710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One tips that I got from Bill from the cooking show Bill's Food is to soak raisins in orange juice overnight so that they will be plumb and juicy when used in cakes and bread...it turned out quite well I guess, my friends enjoyed it...lol...right guys?&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SDQ0vpS9W7I/AAAAAAAAApE/JR0Q_gs3N6g/s1600-h/19-05-08_1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202841462663633842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SDQ0vpS9W7I/AAAAAAAAApE/JR0Q_gs3N6g/s400/19-05-08_1720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now from me and my baking spree during the holidays. Gotta get my book review assignment done as it is due tomorrow!&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet Martha Stewart is proud of me!! Hahahahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203157126841777330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SDVT1t_yPLI/AAAAAAAAArA/YTgS0YFva0Y/s400/martha+and+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-92324372562829362?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/92324372562829362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=92324372562829362' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/92324372562829362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/92324372562829362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2008/05/baking-spree.html' title='Baking Spree!'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SDQ-rJS9XJI/AAAAAAAAAqw/a3dRXqd3wZo/s72-c/bake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-2081628071207278289</id><published>2008-05-09T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:41:09.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Hair, Pillow Talk, Movie Marathon and Cutie</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lazy. My backpack is still empty and there's only hours left before I board the 9am bus back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kedah&lt;/span&gt;. Somehow I don't feel like being productive today...hmm...the thought of traveling and sitting my arse off in the bus all the way to my 6-hours-away hometown is not that encouraging...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The above was 2 days ago. Now I'm already back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kedah&lt;/span&gt;, blogging from my Mother's room because the phone is in her room and I can't find those elusive extension cables. Yeah...I'm using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dialup&lt;/span&gt; connection...it's a miracle that I had managed to get to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt; dashboard...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well, nothing much happened in the past 2 days...been sleeping and eating like a pig. I will tell you guys more about it in the coming post. This entry is so overdue. It was about the sleepover at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mentari&lt;/span&gt; a day before I left for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kedah&lt;/span&gt;...but before that, here's some random, vain pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198390788428591666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRk4Tvy8jI/AAAAAAAAAo8/4UYdSkahdrg/s400/image168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I look so constipated in this. There were more shots but I jumped too high and all my face will be out of the frame. This is the only one where the whole me is in frame. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pooi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt;...do take photography lessons often...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRkrTvy8iI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Yzh9uPzDF6U/s1600-h/image156.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198390565090292258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRkrTvy8iI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Yzh9uPzDF6U/s400/image156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Trying to copy the photography style of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sartorialist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;...and I miss my hair...because right after that, Dionne, Evonne, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cel&lt;/span&gt; Sin and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pooi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; (my entourage of girls...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;) and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid for my haircut (long overdue haircut according to some of my friends...)...oh...it pained me to see my precious locks being cut...awh...all those memories...my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;identity&lt;/span&gt; gone...*cry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ANTM&lt;/span&gt; makeover day....sob...sob...hahahahaha...just trying to be dramatic about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It turnout kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;...my friends told me that I looked thinner...these people are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; good at lying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRkbjvy8hI/AAAAAAAAAos/f3iU3Q-tMuE/s1600-h/image169.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198390294507352594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRkbjvy8hI/AAAAAAAAAos/f3iU3Q-tMuE/s400/image169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; Me and my new hair and supposedly "thinner" self...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Now, about the sleepover. For the first time, I was finally invited over for the Movie Marathon and Pillow Talk session by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Mentarian&lt;/span&gt; (Elaine, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Aina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Leh&lt;/span&gt; Bin and Dina). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ain&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt; Zoe were also there...I was the only guy...talk about being the only thorn among the roses...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Here's pictures of everyone in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt;...without make-up, hair spray, contact lenses and all...the REAL us:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRgDTvy8gI/AAAAAAAAAok/aWn9dTNc5mA/s1600-h/08-05-08_2316.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198385479849013762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRgDTvy8gI/AAAAAAAAAok/aWn9dTNc5mA/s400/08-05-08_2316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; Me...wearing Elaine's strawberry slippers...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; comfortable...was thinking of stealing it...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;wakakaka&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRf5jvy8fI/AAAAAAAAAoc/TXACBjMxpPc/s1600-h/08-05-08_2317.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198385312345289202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRf5jvy8fI/AAAAAAAAAoc/TXACBjMxpPc/s400/08-05-08_2317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; Elaine...looking somewhat like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;coala&lt;/span&gt; bear (cute tau...don't be angry!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;..). Eating her sushi...she got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Wasabi&lt;/span&gt; attack after dipping sushi into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt; Zoe's spicy sauce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRfxDvy8eI/AAAAAAAAAoU/phjp1hIpzDk/s1600-h/08-05-08_2318.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198385166316401122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRfxDvy8eI/AAAAAAAAAoU/phjp1hIpzDk/s400/08-05-08_2318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt; Zoe with her spectacles! We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; she resembled an owl...hahahaha...her specs are kinda retro, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRfpTvy8dI/AAAAAAAAAoM/z6xDIfVYIg4/s1600-h/08-05-08_2342.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198385033172414930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRfpTvy8dI/AAAAAAAAAoM/z6xDIfVYIg4/s400/08-05-08_2342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Leh&lt;/span&gt; Bin...desperately trying to tidy up her hair before I took her pictures...futile attempt I must say...muahahahaha...should I consider a career as a paparazzi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRfZTvy8cI/AAAAAAAAAoE/cYDeTtKfAio/s1600-h/08-05-08_2352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198384758294507970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRfZTvy8cI/AAAAAAAAAoE/cYDeTtKfAio/s400/08-05-08_2352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Ain&lt;/span&gt;, showing off her long lashes (can't really see from the pic...but it was damn long!). She was also demonstrating her killer-blinking eyes that she will soon use to seduce Steven Gerrard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRfMTvy8bI/AAAAAAAAAn8/VvfUsc1DOZ4/s1600-h/08-05-08_2353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198384534956208562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRfMTvy8bI/AAAAAAAAAn8/VvfUsc1DOZ4/s400/08-05-08_2353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dina and her scrunched up face, wet hair, towel and sleeping bag...what more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRfDTvy8aI/AAAAAAAAAn0/uM6RbZvmneg/s1600-h/09-05-08_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198384380337385890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRfDTvy8aI/AAAAAAAAAn0/uM6RbZvmneg/s400/09-05-08_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally the birthday girl (yep it was her birthday that day). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Aina&lt;/span&gt; giving us all the peace sign...she reminds me of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Farizah&lt;/span&gt; from high school...don't you thing so Pauline? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY GIRL!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRexTvy8ZI/AAAAAAAAAns/QdKfjwigoCY/s1600-h/09-05-08_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198384071099740562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRexTvy8ZI/AAAAAAAAAns/QdKfjwigoCY/s400/09-05-08_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cup cakes they bought for me...thanks guys! They were half-eaten by then...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCReoTvy8YI/AAAAAAAAAnk/uFlpxHrWGJE/s1600-h/09-05-08_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198383916480917890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCReoTvy8YI/AAAAAAAAAnk/uFlpxHrWGJE/s400/09-05-08_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elaine's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Baskin&lt;/span&gt; Robbins ice cream...apparently a must for these kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;...it melted and turned mushy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched 2 movies for our movie-marathon that day, first up was "Lucky Number &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Slevin&lt;/span&gt;"...was quite a nice movie...love the twist at the end and how all the storyline finally came together...and the girl got their eye candy via a topless Josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Hartnett&lt;/span&gt;...next we watched "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Brokeback&lt;/span&gt; Mountain" as requested by Dina...I was looking forward to it to as Mr. Winston had been talking about the cultural significance of this movie in our Media Appreciation class...it was quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;draggish&lt;/span&gt;...but you really feel for the 2 cowboys...and the idea of a Chinese director (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; Lee) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;helming&lt;/span&gt; a Western Cowboy movie that deals with homosexuality was amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCReZjvy8XI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mh49dttNHo4/s1600-h/09-05-08_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198383663077847410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCReZjvy8XI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mh49dttNHo4/s400/09-05-08_0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Aina&lt;/span&gt; working the projector and laptop...yep...we had a projector!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCReQTvy8WI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6MirrNQ3IKk/s1600-h/09-05-08_0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198383504164057442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCReQTvy8WI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6MirrNQ3IKk/s400/09-05-08_0313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank God for the projector...can you imagine all of us hunched around a small laptop screen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more thing before I end this post. My roommate Sam brought back a stray kitten the other day. I fed it my tuna...pitiful creature...the cat was attracted to my other housemate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Beng&lt;/span&gt;...and was sleeping comfortably on "that" area...lol...(see the pic to understand):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRd9Dvy8VI/AAAAAAAAAnM/dqZKLHQaY90/s1600-h/07-05-08_2306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198383173451575634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRd9Dvy8VI/AAAAAAAAAnM/dqZKLHQaY90/s400/07-05-08_2306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRd0jvy8UI/AAAAAAAAAnE/2O488lN197U/s1600-h/07-05-08_2256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198383027422687554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRd0jvy8UI/AAAAAAAAAnE/2O488lN197U/s400/07-05-08_2256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This pic is rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;obscene&lt;/span&gt;...I'll let your imagination take charge...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;wakakaka&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam wanted to keep the kitten...which was quite impossible as our warden is against pets...and I don't think any of us will have the time to take care of another being. We can't take good care of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt;! Sam named the kitten Cutie...(-_-")...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He took it down the next morning and that's the last I'd see of that cat...good luck out there Cutie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRdozvy8TI/AAAAAAAAAm8/oC-xlX4_6JU/s1600-h/07-05-08_2305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198382825559224626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRdozvy8TI/AAAAAAAAAm8/oC-xlX4_6JU/s400/07-05-08_2305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "My name is Cutie and that's because I'm cute!"...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;wakakakakaka&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-2081628071207278289?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2081628071207278289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=2081628071207278289' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/2081628071207278289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/2081628071207278289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-hair-pillow-talk-movie-marathon-and.html' title='Of Hair, Pillow Talk, Movie Marathon and Cutie'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCRk4Tvy8jI/AAAAAAAAAo8/4UYdSkahdrg/s72-c/image168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-8032482422499665644</id><published>2008-05-07T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T02:01:08.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burst of Colors on a Sombre Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Drew and half-painted this since afternoon...can you guess what it is? Look closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197549996911696866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCFoLzRBG-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/GmwnKts6_uc/s400/07-05-08_1627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I know, it's not yet finish. Maybe I'll continue some other day. Somehow the fluidity isn't there, but I like the bright colors though. Make me feel happy when rain clouds are actually gathering outside the window right now. It's funny how sometimes you really get what you wished for. Moments ago I was talking to a friend about hoping it rains today...my wish is about to come true...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;NO. This is not an emo(tional) post. Just feel the need to be more reserved today. Ah...it's one of those unexplainable days. If you are looking for an explanation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It has been ages since I last drew. Never really got the time to stop, get inspired and draw. Happened to be flipping through my sketch book...here's some stuff I did when I first started college:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197553639043963890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCFrfzRBG_I/AAAAAAAAAmk/jRpkc6c3-38/s400/07-05-08_1645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This piece basically started out with a single love shape in the middle of a white paper...as you can see...a lot of other things had been added in from time to time. My housemate said it's a form of digital art...I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197553767892982786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCFrnTRBHAI/AAAAAAAAAms/qg-LQZtAZ0w/s400/07-05-08_1646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This one was drawn quite some time ago. Random idea...can't remember what actually inspired me to paint this. In case you are wondering, it's not an interpretation of Mary Poppins either....haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Came back quite early today after our Social Psychology test. Not too bad. Did the laundry, washed those dishes I left this morning (was rushing to college after breakfast) and sew back the button that had fallen of my shirt. It was tiring...but it's nice to feel productive...is this what Mum feels? Mothers' Day is coming...I'm going home soon, suddenly I miss her...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm cutting my hair tomorrow after my Moral Studies test...the final paper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have to go now. It's raining. It's calling to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-8032482422499665644?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8032482422499665644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=8032482422499665644' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/8032482422499665644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/8032482422499665644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2008/05/burst-of-colors-on-sombre-afternoon.html' title='Burst of Colors on a Sombre Afternoon'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SCFoLzRBG-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/GmwnKts6_uc/s72-c/07-05-08_1627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-3592959469184886292</id><published>2008-05-05T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T04:33:48.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Term Exam...sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SB7ihTRBG9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/2BVvaQyvZmA/s1600-h/exam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196840081767341010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SB7ihTRBG9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/2BVvaQyvZmA/s400/exam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The long awaited mid-term exam for this semester is finally here and we started off by having English for College Studies and Media Appreciation tests today. And let me tell you that our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IELTS&lt;/span&gt; based English paper was damn tough! One short essay with two extremely hard comprehension passages...sigh...worse still, all these had to be done in one hour! At first, I thought I was the only one who seemed to be stressed out by this particular paper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; the others look so calm and compose...and there I was, darting back and forth between the essay and the comprehension passages. I can't seem to focus on a certain section of the paper when I'm having a (minor) panic attack... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;llllllllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then, after the test, I found out that many of us (me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;course mates&lt;/span&gt;) actually experienced the same thing when doing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IELTS&lt;/span&gt; paper! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...thank God...I was starting to think that there's something wrong with me! Well, it was hard...make me feel like screaming at the top of my lungs!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...this is what I wanted to do when I reached home after lunch today, please note that the blue book is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IELTS&lt;/span&gt; textbook that we use in class:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196839660860545986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 485px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="419" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SB7iIzRBG8I/AAAAAAAAAmM/mf7bxmIuGB4/s400/ielts.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, I never got to doing it...there's still half a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;semester&lt;/span&gt; to go and I paid RM30++ for that blue book...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;llllllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will be having Principle of Economics paper tomorrow...and yet I still have not get my lazy self to study or at least browse through the notes...maybe later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SB7h2jRBG7I/AAAAAAAAAmE/LWqelF1YGao/s1600-h/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196839347327933362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SB7h2jRBG7I/AAAAAAAAAmE/LWqelF1YGao/s400/smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update to all of you, I will be getting my pay from Leo Burnett (the advertising agency that I used to intern in) tomorrow and my ex-supervisor Clarissa will be joining me for lunch in college! Haven't see her for more than a month now...miss working...even though it was super stressful! I wonder how the others are doing? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...I need to pay Leo Burnett a visit someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SB7hszRBG6I/AAAAAAAAAl8/6g7yX4dqWb4/s1600-h/pencil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196839179824208802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SB7hszRBG6I/AAAAAAAAAl8/6g7yX4dqWb4/s400/pencil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now. Only a brief update. Oh one more thing, I'll be going back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kedah&lt;/span&gt; this coming Saturday (and I'll miss out on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;BRATs&lt;/span&gt; self-defence workshop...sigh). I miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Cici&lt;/span&gt; so much...hahaha...and the food back home! I'm hungry now...I better get myself dinner...will post again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lllllllllllllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I need to study...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUDY&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SB7hezRBG5I/AAAAAAAAAl0/wpc1b82N2LI/s1600-h/reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196838939306040210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SB7hezRBG5I/AAAAAAAAAl0/wpc1b82N2LI/s400/reading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/544520410189819379-3592959469184886292?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3592959469184886292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=3592959469184886292' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/3592959469184886292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/3592959469184886292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2008/05/mid-term-examsigh.html' title='Mid Term Exam...sigh...'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SB7ihTRBG9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/2BVvaQyvZmA/s72-c/exam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-216416876978091147</id><published>2008-04-26T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:10:31.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup, It's Pink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SBQUIjRBG4I/AAAAAAAAAls/7LY1pwX4nNk/s1600-h/pink1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193798407403150210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SBQUIjRBG4I/AAAAAAAAAls/7LY1pwX4nNk/s400/pink1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;On the 25th of April, the color Pink became an epidemic tone that swept through the Taylor's College student body as we danced and dined to the beat of various local bands, artistes and some talented (and plain foolish...suddenly feel like Joan Rivers...hahahaha) Taylorians in celebration of the new March intake of 2008 as well as creating an awareness regarding breast cancer...that's why it's pink...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;llllllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Dionne fetched me around 5++pm (nearly 6pm) as she was on her way to college to do some final preparation for the night. It's a bit early for me, but I would never turn down the chance of a free ride because (all of you should know this by now) I hate walking and sweating...hahaha...well, Adventurace being the exception that is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Elaine and Manpreet arrived around 7pm together with most of the crowd dressed up in pink like myself. To tell the truth, I had some reservation when wearing my pink t-shirt as I'm afraid that someone else might have the same outfit on. Can you spell embarrassing? Since I bought this t-shirt from the oh-so common (I can't seem to stop using this 'oh-so' thingy after the scarf post) F.O.S... I assumed a lot of people would own one too...but thank God that nobody clashed with my outfit...fewwh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;llllllllllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SBP7KTRBGxI/AAAAAAAAAk0/BuL1uipLtUI/s1600-h/pink2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193770949677226770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SBP7KTRBGxI/AAAAAAAAAk0/BuL1uipLtUI/s400/pink2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; The night started of with some speeches,but the one speech that stood out was by Baby Ruth (sorry if the spelling is wrong, can't seem to spell simple words like 'answars'...ops...I mean 'answers' these days...). Anyway, she spoke on breast cancer and how she is coping with life after being diagnosed with breast cancer recently...she's so brave...our prayers are with you Baby Ruth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lllllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;After that, dinner was served. I had rather high expectations of the buffet because for the first time, the buffet was prepared by hired caterers instead of the culinary art students of Taylor's College School of Hospitality and Tourism. Prior to this, I was told that they will be serving Indian food for dinner and I was thinking about &lt;em&gt;Mutton Curry, Chicken Masala, Manggo Chutney&lt;/em&gt;...until I saw the &lt;em&gt;Bihun Goreng, Nasi Goreng, Sweet &amp;amp; Sour Fish, Chicken Curry and Chilli Dried Tofu&lt;/em&gt; that they served. All I can say is "Please bring back the Culinary Art students!!" The food sucked big time (sorry...Joan Rivers said that...not me...hahaha...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lllllllllll&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SBQT1jRBG3I/AAAAAAAAAlk/ULJdngoXIK8/s1600-h/pink3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193798080985635698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SBQT1jRBG3I/AAAAAAAAAlk/ULJdngoXIK8/s400/pink3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The performances was pretty good with Mia Palencia, Bus Company, Frequency Cannon and many more...it felt like a rock gig! Everbody was so hyped up...people were jumping and dancing like crazy...hahaha...but I (Joan Rivers) got to say that the games played during the intermission in between performances were quite uncalled for...but I guess no one with a full stomach and a head full of good music would care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;gggggggggggggggggggggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We camwhored (please refer to the pinkish polaroids...) the whole night through and partied like there's no tomorrow. The dancefloor was opened quite late though, around 11++pm and there were less crowd...such a pity. By then, I was sweating all over and I couldn't careless anyway because everyone was having such a great time...hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lllllllllllllllllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I went back around 12++pm via Dionne's car again. Was so exhausted but still it was a great night! Kudos to the Student Council people for making all these possible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lllllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;P/S: Went to Sunway Lagoon yeasterday, it was great! Will blog about that soon, once I get those pictures from Mei Yen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lllllllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;P/P/S: Don't forget to keep on voting for the 2008 World Fish Pageant!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lllllllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;P/P/P/S: I think Joan Rivers will sue me now.... :P&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/544520410189819379-216416876978091147?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/216416876978091147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=216416876978091147' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/216416876978091147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/216416876978091147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2008/04/yup-its-pink.html' title='Yup, It&apos;s Pink!'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SBQUIjRBG4I/AAAAAAAAAls/7LY1pwX4nNk/s72-c/pink1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-5170174661745989812</id><published>2008-04-22T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:00:15.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIEt: Day 1 &amp; World Fish Pageant</title><content type='html'>I'm dieting! I know I'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; fat (that's what they all say la...but I do think I'm fat la...). So, I'm currently undergoing a super strict diet program. I must focus!! Hahahahahaha...but mind you this diet thing is not that easy. I (initially) had a support group, a group of like-minded people who strive for that perfect physique...but now...sigh...how's that pizza tastes guys...sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breakfast today and for the rest of the diet will be oatmeal with muesli crunch...damn gross and tasteless and grainy like moist sand...but at least the muesli add some taste to it...I must presevere though...who say good thing must taste good right? Then, lunch was three single-pieces of wholegrain bread sandwiches of butterhead (somekind of lettuce variation) with tuna flakes in water. Quite ok la...not bad...nice actually just that it's a bit dry compared to the normal sandwiches. Dinner was a headache, I had no idea of what to eat. Ended up eating 2 pieces of the same sandwiches from lunceh with one hard-bolied egg...sigh...I' hungry now...but no more food after 10pm...must be strong...must stick to this...Anyway, beside my diet, there's nothing much going on today at college...boring class as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing that is making my diet even more difficult than ever...wanna know what that is? This lo:&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192444414668118738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SA9ErzRBGtI/AAAAAAAAAkU/zGNrhIsU2Gk/s400/laksa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Asam Laksa!! From the new stall in college...only RM4 la...very nice! But the portion is a bit small...sigh... no more for me...cannot eat already, diet...noooooooooooooooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;llllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I saw this super-duper-fantabulously-amazingly-gorgeous backpack!! Look...nice right? Love the combination of black leather, brown lining and silver studs...love it la...just feel like grabbing it off his back...Pooi Yee also think so...hahahha...we peeked, the brand is 'Ink'. Anyone know where I can get this brand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192432547673479858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SA855DRBGrI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xecdpy6Gs60/s400/image084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We reached early for class yesterday and since there's plenty of time, we camwhored...wanted to post this yesterday...but as I said in the Cbox...blogger is torturing me...so here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Steph usually eat...Oat Brans...but we call it the Bird Food...lol...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SA80mjRBGnI/AAAAAAAAAjk/5836ekx3sX8/s1600-h/ebird.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192431246298389154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SA84tTRBGqI/AAAAAAAAAj8/rctXgFupPjg/s400/birdfood.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's quite nice la...very addictive even though it's actually tasteless...Elaine (the health foodie who can't seem to stick with a diet...hehehehe) was very much interested with it too...she got herself a box when we went grocery shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192430803916757650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SA84TjRBGpI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Q1UYia3jAsM/s400/ebird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I used to love them...but there's sugar in these small pockets of oat webbing (don't know how to describe)...so I'm not gonna eat it anymore...diet ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192430464614341250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SA83_zRBGoI/AAAAAAAAAjs/nN3SBD7D6SQ/s400/human.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Kel Zoe...my twin sister, hahahha...please note the same hair style, same eyebags (hahahha...sorry Kel Zoe) and that oh-so chubby cheeks...hahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192426483179657826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SA80YDRBGmI/AAAAAAAAAjc/eVtNVU_DANg/s400/twins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was &lt;em&gt;raped&lt;/em&gt; by Pooi Yee yesterday...lol...not literally la...crazy ar??!! We staged a rape scene while camwhoring...she seriously look like a serial rapist with her hoodie over her head...scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SA80JjRBGlI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6iNwif-i58g/s1600-h/innocent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192426234071554642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SA80JjRBGlI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6iNwif-i58g/s400/innocent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SA8zxzRBGkI/AAAAAAAAAjM/2NFMaOTAKo4/s1600-h/rape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192425826049661506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SA8zxzRBGkI/AAAAAAAAAjM/2NFMaOTAKo4/s400/rape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And as fate has it...she robbed me after she raped me...sial punya rapist...wakakakakakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SA8znjRBGjI/AAAAAAAAAjE/84pu_UxpT_4/s1600-h/sweat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192425649956002354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SA8znjRBGjI/AAAAAAAAAjE/84pu_UxpT_4/s400/sweat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the below picture just for fun, but somehow I saw great potential in it and decided to make it into the 1st World Fish Pageant...it's just like the Miss World Pageant...but with silly people who want to look like fishes...wakakakaka...here's the finalists...you can vote for your favorite fish by using the poll below the 'Author' section of this blog...on top la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192123808244374050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SA4hGDRBGiI/AAAAAAAAAi8/kE8-5fPp2X0/s400/pageant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now...don't forget...to choose your winner!! Voting will be open until the end of May...hahahahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-5170174661745989812?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5170174661745989812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=5170174661745989812' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/5170174661745989812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/5170174661745989812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2008/04/diet-day-1-world-fish-pageant.html' title='DIEt: Day 1 &amp; World Fish Pageant'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SA9ErzRBGtI/AAAAAAAAAkU/zGNrhIsU2Gk/s72-c/laksa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-7126147456208666254</id><published>2008-04-21T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T10:50:39.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's Musing on Perception</title><content type='html'>It's Monday again, the start of another week. Unlike before, I was not late this time, thanks to Dionne and Beng (my housemate) for waking me up...somehow I feel like there's a surfacing need to show public appreciation nowadays, no? Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was wondering as I sat on my problematic bed (I broke one of the wooden supports under the mattress... :p) and thought about what to write in this very entry. The sucky internet connection earlier did not help at all with improving my thought process...sigh...luckily the connection managed pick up or there won't be any post out in this blog today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow ( I seriously don't know why) I started to think about what we had learnt in the last Social Psychology class. It was about the topic of Perception, yup, it's back to perception again as we already did this particular subtopic in Intro to Human Communication 2 semesters ago. But I guess there's no harm in re-learning old stuffs right?...There might be some new found revelations...isn't that what history is all about as well? Anyway, perception plays an important role in our lives, it actually dictates our views, opinions or impressions of a person, object or an event (God knows how many time I recyled this very line). Therefore, what we perceived is what we understand. How we perceived is how we shall react...okay...I had made up these three situation below to better illustrate the power of perceptions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Akil. He's tall, thin and has a pair of the bushiest eyebrows I'd ever seen. This is what we call first impression. But what do you think is Akil doing in this picture? What is his feeling at that particular moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191743530014903250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAzHO8d4i9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/lihesDkk89c/s400/stylo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to deduce his emotions, we will have to read his non-verbal cues, meaning his expressions, gestures and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAzHAcd4i8I/AAAAAAAAAis/TYZs8I-3mN8/s1600-h/arrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191743280906800066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAzHAcd4i8I/AAAAAAAAAis/TYZs8I-3mN8/s400/arrows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akil's seemingly sweaty forehead tells us that he is somehow nervous or anxious, while both his tightly closed lips and fingers suggested that he is trying to hide a certain emotion or eagerness within himself. From all of these cues, my perception of Akil is that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAzF2Md4i5I/AAAAAAAAAiU/LXRF3zFUYCY/s1600-h/constipated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191742005301513106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAzF2Md4i5I/AAAAAAAAAiU/LXRF3zFUYCY/s400/constipated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had avoided the toilet for many days and now is suffering from its ghastly consequences...poor Akil...eat more papaya la... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, the second series of pictures show Steph cuddling a fluffy toy dog (used as a pencil case by Dionne...) while smiling from ear to ear, so to speak. What do you perceive of her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAzFecd4i4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/bD5KaK5k7zE/s1600-h/mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191741597279619970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAzFecd4i4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/bD5KaK5k7zE/s400/mother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's take a closer look at her non-verbal cues... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAzEwcd4i3I/AAAAAAAAAiE/9n8ijikUV8E/s1600-h/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191740807005637490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAzEwcd4i3I/AAAAAAAAAiE/9n8ijikUV8E/s400/eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faraway eyes and a somewhat too forced smile kinda show the fragile nature of Steph's mind that get emotional easily. However, bottle feeding a non-living toy dog with mineral water bottle just scream one thing: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAzEgcd4i2I/AAAAAAAAAh8/Rmru6OyXl1A/s1600-h/crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191740532127730530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAzEgcd4i2I/AAAAAAAAAh8/Rmru6OyXl1A/s400/crazy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please someone get this girl a shrink!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, we have this wonderful picture of a fresh faced college student. I wonder who this person is, looks very approachable and friendly...but is that really how he feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191742542172425138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAzGVcd4i7I/AAAAAAAAAik/_sfAgEt8kZQ/s400/learning.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will need to examine his non-verbal cues before jumping into conclusions...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAzEHMd4i1I/AAAAAAAAAh0/nNtIEiGU0_I/s1600-h/knowledge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191740098336033618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAzEHMd4i1I/AAAAAAAAAh0/nNtIEiGU0_I/s400/knowledge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good memory with great knowledge, coupled with a stylish appearance (not only the eyeware). It is apparent that this guy is a cool intellectual soul...how interesting...aiseh man! Wakakakaka...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191739338126822210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAzDa8d4i0I/AAAAAAAAAhs/5f5Lu9a9tMU/s400/intellect.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there you go...a lesson in perception..lol...no offence ya...it's supposed to be a spoof...hehehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh one more thing, we finally got our 2nd semester's result slip after so many months. But we'd already know our GPA and CGPA from our student portal...so no surprises...and since recycling is such a hot thing (since when? since forever...) now, Dionne and I weaved a small basket from the tear-off sides of our result slips...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAyyuMd4izI/AAAAAAAAAhk/TvJO4gZuCHI/s1600-h/paper+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191720977141631794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAyyuMd4izI/AAAAAAAAAhk/TvJO4gZuCHI/s400/paper+box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Akil asked whether we are having Art Class or Media Appreciation Class...both la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, do you guys think Dionne will be out of the spoof? Well not really, since I can't find a useable picture of her for the perception thingy and as she had been bothering me about not giving her enough credit for taking all these wonderful pictures I use in my blog. Ta-da!! Drumroll...I would like to present her with a certificate of appreciation...something that she pestered out of me...hahahah...pay attention to her pic...that tacky hand gesture suggest that she crave for attention...muahahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAywK8d4iyI/AAAAAAAAAhc/5Nv4wsZQ8EU/s1600-h/cert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191718172527987490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAywK8d4iyI/AAAAAAAAAhc/5Nv4wsZQ8EU/s400/cert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the end of the craziness for today...I'll post soon. Take care guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-7126147456208666254?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7126147456208666254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=7126147456208666254' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/7126147456208666254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/7126147456208666254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2008/04/mondays-musing-on-perception.html' title='Monday&apos;s Musing on Perception'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAzHO8d4i9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/lihesDkk89c/s72-c/stylo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-3943337613434581777</id><published>2008-04-20T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:28:42.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Header...</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, just a short update. As you all know, I'm currently trying my best to give my blog an Extreme Makeover (maybe not that extreme la...nothing much yet...lol...) and that banner or header up there (look up la) took me 2 days to create. Nice? What I'm most proud of is the fact that I managed to make it using only Paint (not even Paint Shop Pro, ok!!)...hahaha...Anyway, I'll blog more tomorrow...my bed is calling and I was already nearly (nearly ok) late twice for my 8 o'clock English lecture. I guess the weekend just slow me down. Finally, for those who can't seem to look up (shy maybe... :p) Here's the new header, not complete yet...still need to insert my blog's title in the yellow notepad...any suggestion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191348156800469762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 433px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAtfpMd4iwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3omF_nnralM/s400/banner.jpg" width="401" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Millions of thanks to the creator of Paint and thounsands of gratitude to all the photographers that took all those wonderful pictures I'd use...Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-3943337613434581777?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3943337613434581777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=3943337613434581777' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/3943337613434581777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/3943337613434581777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-header.html' title='New Header...'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAtfpMd4iwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3omF_nnralM/s72-c/banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-4998798121574222031</id><published>2008-04-16T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T03:08:33.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X-SAL part 2 and Scarf Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAcSlf1ftLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/enOt7oqaIVA/s1600-h/image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190137530978120882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAcSlf1ftLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/enOt7oqaIVA/s400/image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;X-SAL team picture taken before the race...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haih...as you can see, laziness kicked in again. Sorry la...I know I promised the 2nd part of Adventurace...but seeing the little respond from you guys (comment) I thought that you guys must had find the race, or at least the retelling of the race to be boring...anyway...I'm too lazy to actually write it in details, but here goes the summarization:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our 1st task the next day at 4.46am was to trek up a hill and to retrieve a clue at the peak of the hill. It was pitch dark and cold and definitely scary...worst still...the hill I'm talking about happened to be Bukit Cina. For those who don't know anything about Bukit Cina, well, it's a Chinese cemetery, yup, packed with hundreds of graves and tombs and crypts and what ever you wanna call it...scary!!! The small road that we followed kept going up and down, sometimes getting very wide and at times super narrow...but we managed to get the next clue without any supernatural encounter...thank God...fuhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always, the Adventurace committee with their twisted minds and all sent us in the difficult task of selling 10 packets of Chicken Rice Balls to earn at least RM100 (which mean 1 packet must at least be RM10...crazy right?) and the rest of our earning can be use as transport fee for the remaining of the race. We were flailing our hands at random cars and motorcyclists along the roads like mad hitchhikers...lol...imagine the faces of these people when they found out that one packet of our Chicken Rice Balls cost RM13++...but as always...we managed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190138123683607746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAcTH_1ftMI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ytxB8CUuTv8/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Adventuracers fooling around after 2 days of racing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next checkpoint was the slaughter place for a few teams as many quit because they were not able to finish both choices of task. One was the Fast Forward and it involved solving some over-the-top-fantabulously-messed-up-effing-hard maths question...many teams chose this and failed...only one team managed to get it right...after 6 hours of calculation that is...I wonder how Weijian will fare...hehehe...As for our team, we chose the other task which was Anyaman or Weaving in English...it was hard ok...and needed a lot of concentration...not gonna go into details about that...I'm exhausted thinking about it now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were asked to find this school called Pay Foong High School...it was the first time that we got perfect directions from the public if you considered the wild goose chases some of them sent us on. At the school we had to search for 5 numbers and place them in a certain equation to obtain the largest sum. Surprisingly, we did that quite easily...lol...maybe we should have taken the Fast Forward...wakakaka...We texted the correct answer and got an address in return...So off we went to find 10B, Jalan Laksaman 2, Taman Kota Laksamana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hell, I tell you...what with the annoying Guide and the scorching weather! But in the end we did found the house after asking a postman...at this house we were asked for the 2 last digit of our IC number which stand for a myriad of ingredients. These ingredients were then blended together to form the most vile beverage ever and we had to gulp it down. Our special shake consisted of: 2 raw eggs, red chili, ginger, raw sausage and bitter gourd!!! Yuck right?!! Our next task was a bit more relaxing, separating a mixture of red beans and green beans with only one container. We were quite good at it I must say, beating the team that reached before us and even managed to find time to bitch about people we dislike...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the grossness continued after that small break. We were required to hike up St. Paul hill and to transfer 10 living cockroaches from one container to the other...not too bad actually...but the smell was plain vile...lol...the next task was (to me personally) the most ridiculous task ever: counting the vertical bars on the railing of Melaka's biggest bridge...and it was a BIG bridge...under the hot sun!! Arghh! But somehow and someway, we did it...hehehehe (winking at Steph and Akil)...then it was the jigsaw puzzle challenge which was pretty easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that key from our 1st task? Well our next stop is to pass that key to a crew or also known as a "mobile keyhole" at Melaka Sentral. After doing so (we nearly missed that guy), we were required to travel back to Kelana Jaya Recreational Park to assemble some bicycle. Long story cut short, we assembled the bicycle and Akil rode it around the park in search of another crew who gave him an individual challenge of arranging all the tasks that we did throughout the race in the correct sequence...then it was off to the finishing line at Michelangelo's Italian Kitchen!!! I think we came in 6th or 7th place...quite good right? Considering how the race started out with 21 teams...hahahaha...the night continued with some fantastic buffet and prize giving ceremony...fewhhh...there you go...the Adventurace 2008!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190138875302884562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAcTzv1ftNI/AAAAAAAAAeM/7o_yYLBsW18/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Group photo...nice experience!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to another story, yesterday was Taylor's College bowling tournament...so me, Leh Bin, Kel Zoe, Elaine, Aina and Manpreet went to support Akil and Dionne! But somehow we missed the 1st part of the game as we got carried away by our little pre-tournament shopping spree...hehehehe...As expected, Dionne took 1st place in the female category, while her sister Evonne (hahaha...I know how to spell her name already!!) took 2nd and her sister's friend whose name which also happened to be Evonne took 3rd place...Akil didn't win though but he put up a great fight (aiseh...lol...) and got quite a good ranking considering there's quite a few pro-bowlers in the male categories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190144235422070130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAcYrv1ftXI/AAAAAAAAAfc/-iuFv-hEGKM/s400/image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The winners...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about shopping, I bought a scarf yesterday at Forever 21!! It's so nice!!! I love it to death...Akil was being mean and said that I'm shopping on impulse again...where got?? Hahaha...scarf is the IN thing now...and because of my new scarf, I declared today as Scarf Day and forced everybody in my class to wear scarves to class...but only 3 of us did...hmph...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190139248965039330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAcUJf1ftOI/AAAAAAAAAeU/UfA9QIMC4UA/s400/image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me, Pooi Yee and Leh Bin...the honourable founders of Scarf Day...17 April...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190139897505101042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAcUvP1ftPI/AAAAAAAAAec/Mn5zreA2BxM/s400/image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! I stained my scarf with sambal while eating Nasi Lemak...sad...sad...I hope it washes off...huhuhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190140275462223106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAcVFP1ftQI/AAAAAAAAAek/jgbPklpr9MY/s400/image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;The sambal stain close-up...sad case...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to prove my point on scarves being IN right now...here's an article by Malaysia Today in their Fashion Police section...scarves rock!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190140842397906194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAcVmP1ftRI/AAAAAAAAAes/q72_KvWA6cA/s400/image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classes were as vague as always...we (Dionne, Steph and I) decided to do our own fashion spread on the many uses of scarves after Econs class and our model is none other than Stephanie a.k.a. Miss Lew(d)...hehehe...it was damn hilarious...hahahaha...enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190141233239930146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAcV8_1ftSI/AAAAAAAAAe0/BnI6wsGMo98/s400/image059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As a head covering to protect your precious locks from the oh-so glaring UV rays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190141679916528946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAcWW_1ftTI/AAAAAAAAAe8/9_0CdKp1bXs/s400/image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. From keeping out bad cigarette smoke during the day to part time Arabian belly dancer at night...a scarf is your best friend ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190142289801884994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAcW6f1ftUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/yHIV3zbxvuE/s400/image061.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;3. Throw a swath of scarf over &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;your body&lt;/span&gt; when you get that "kampung Melayu" feel or when you accidentally stained your top with unidentified chocolate substance (like Steph)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190142839557698898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAcXaf1ftVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/sWoY6MnCPhs/s400/image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;4. Finally, relive your childhood dream of becoming a super hero with the aid of a scarf as your fashionable but not necessarily practical cape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Somehow Steph's hair and top today remind me of a Tyra Banks picture I saw sometimes ago...and guess what? I found that pic...here goes..you judge how much the resemblance is...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190143432263185762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAcX8_1ftWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/N_0lbMyf-n4/s400/fake+tyra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry la...bad photo editing skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's all for now to all of you out there who complained when I don't post and never comment when I do...bluek... :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-4998798121574222031?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4998798121574222031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=4998798121574222031' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/4998798121574222031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/4998798121574222031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2008/04/x-sal-part-2-and-scarf-day.html' title='X-SAL part 2 and Scarf Day...'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAcSlf1ftLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/enOt7oqaIVA/s72-c/image036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-9173723870395441285</id><published>2008-04-13T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T10:13:51.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X-SAL...part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAInUP1ftKI/AAAAAAAAAd0/8N_BLDftrLg/s1600-h/13-04-08_2319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188752949486007458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAInUP1ftKI/AAAAAAAAAd0/8N_BLDftrLg/s400/13-04-08_2319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taylor's Adventurace 2008 is definitely not for the faint hearted (keep reading, you will know why). It's craziness was extreme, it's hardcore-ness was crazy, I'm out of word basically. Out of breath too most of the time during the race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race started out around 4pm on Friday, each team was assigned a guide who will be following us through out the race. Our (Me, Akil and Stephanie) guide was Josephine a.k.a Spy. She must have been the most annoying (seriously, don't get me started on that) and endearing (surprising, but true) individual you will ever meet in this world. A rare specimen I would say. Anyway, after some briefing and warming up, it was flag-off time and off we went with our first passcard (clue)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Task 1: Missing Key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We lost a key when paying for parking this morning somewhere in SS15. Please help find the missing key and keep it for future use."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first clue sounded something like the above (I'm writing this base on my memory) and so we set off on this key hunt looking for parking meter cause it would only made sense that one would pay for parking at one. It turned out to be a quite ridiculous hunt as SS15 is a HUGE area! Imagine how many parking meters we searched. It was by luck that we finally found the "key" made out of black mounting board with the second clue stuck on it beside a parking meter in a creepy back alley on a pile of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Task 2: Taro glasses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Go to Malaya Optical and count the number of glasses under the brand Taro in the four display tables. Team must report the correct number to the crew. If there's an error, the team will have a 3 minutes penalty before another chance to recount the number of glasses."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hunt continued as we try to track down the location of Malaya Optical which we eventually found after some wrong turns and all. And annoyingly, it was also the same time when our guide decided to have a footwear-malfunction as the sole of her shoe was torn off completely from her sport shoes. We were already having a hard time catching up with the other group and she wanted us to find some glue to repair her shoe...arghh...guess what? We told her to wear her slipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the 3 minutes penalty though. We missed out on one of the glasses and had to wait outside the shop for 3 minutes before counting the glasses again. Thank god we got it right this time and was given the next clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Task 3: Crossword on the bus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Travel to the central bus station of the state shown by the pictures (pics of A Famosa and a Red Building) and complete the attached crossword puzzle before reaching the location. Give the completed puzzle to the crew at the entrance to retrieve the next clue."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Malaysian will be able to tell that the state with A Famosa and red colored buildings must be Melaka. You can't imagine how excited we were at the thought of crossing to another state for our next task. But first we had to decide our mode of transports as we had limited budget (RM120 for 4 people throughout the race). Taking the train to KL Sentral and then the LRT to Pasar Seni which is nearby the Puduraya Bus Station was a practical choice. But mind you, we had to walk quite a distance as the nearest train station was not that near after all. Our guide took this chance to grab another pair of shoes from her house which was along the way to the train station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to catch up with some team who were also waiting for the train. The train was so packed with people that we had to literally shove ourselves in. Stephanie was yelling "Tolong masuk! Masuk dalam sedikit!" and managed to get the whole team into the train. So "terror" la that girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happened on the LRT and we had to pay RM72 for 4 bus tickets (other teams got cheaper tickets). We crack our brains the whole way to Melaka on the crossword puzzle and I managed to catch some sleep before we reached around 9++pm. We were given the next clue after our crossword puzzle was checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAInBf1ftJI/AAAAAAAAAds/k46_KFlC5ak/s1600-h/11042008518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188752627363460242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAInBf1ftJI/AAAAAAAAAds/k46_KFlC5ak/s400/11042008518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;At Puduraya bus station waiting for the bus to come...I looked horrible...damn exhausted...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Task 4: The Eye of Melaka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Travel to the Eye of Melaka. There are two choices of tasks 1)To Hang and 2) To Flip. Only one member of the team can perform this task."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who would had known that there's something called The Eye of Melaka (Dionne did told me before, but I kinda forgot). It was late night and there was not much choice of public transport, a lot of teams chose to take taxis. Our team on the other hand, was on some economical lucky streak that night as a bus literally stopped in front of our faces and happened to be heading towards the area we wanted to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the Eye (of Melaka that is), Steph who had chosen to do the To Hang task was required to rock climb to the top of a stone wall and memorize orange colored alphabets that was pasted on the top of the wall. She was very quick, it's so her...lol...her element la. And we also managed to arange the words rather quickly which spelled "JONKER" and was given our next clue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Task 5: Torturing Clogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Each team will have to wear a pair of special shoes and walk from one point of Jonker Walk to the other point to retrieve a ribbon from a crew. Teams then must walk back to the starting point to complete task."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those special shoes turned out to be a 3-in-1 clogs with those poking base that really hurt our feet. Mind you, it was such a torture...I was near tears...it was so embarassing...hahaha...that was basically our last checkpoint for the day and was given a clue to our pitstop which was right behind Jonker Walk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was an open air community hall (with roof but incomplete walls). We were required to have a 6 hour rest...we bathed and ate and chat a little. Akil and I were trying to sleep, but Steph was still feeling the adrenaline and can't seem to close her eyes. Akil slept so soundly that I became Steph's victim...she kept on disturbing me when I was about to fall asleep...she never slept that night...lol...we reached at 10.46pm...so we were set to embark at 4.46am the next day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This post is becoming too long...I'm tired from recalling and writing all these stuffs down. I bet your eyes are tired too. I'll continue again tomorrow with what happened on Day 2...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-9173723870395441285?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/9173723870395441285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=9173723870395441285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/9173723870395441285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/9173723870395441285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2008/04/x-salpart-1.html' title='X-SAL...part 1'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/SAInUP1ftKI/AAAAAAAAAd0/8N_BLDftrLg/s72-c/13-04-08_2319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-1543329362866009419</id><published>2008-04-10T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:35:06.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor's Adventure Race</title><content type='html'>With only a few more hours before the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adventure Race&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'm starting to think of what kind of hellish situation I'm getting myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RM120&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to spend among 4 people for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2 days and 1 night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...no luxuries...no comfort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constant raining every evening...&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 hours&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of rest...good grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I won't be updating until this Sunday...wish me luck guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/s: Stay tuned to see what happened to Leonard (unsporty, low stamina, high metabolism dude) and his friends during the race...if they made it back on time that is!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-1543329362866009419?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1543329362866009419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=1543329362866009419' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/1543329362866009419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/1543329362866009419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2008/04/taylors-adventure-race.html' title='Taylor&apos;s Adventure Race'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-9003762048106702572</id><published>2008-04-09T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:40:56.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Psychology and Cici</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187271234158484034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R_zjtEGeWkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Sz9odzBBFRk/s400/image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally had our first Social Psychology class today after 2 weeks of cancelled classes. Needless to say, anticipation was high as my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coursemates&lt;/span&gt; and I longed for a subject that will finally break the tepid monotony of the other classes, maybe with the exception of Media Appreciation. I'm starting to like it. Unfortunately, dreams that we build our hopes upon were nothing but fantasy as this class happened to be quite "studious" in the case of both the lecturer and his lectures. I'm not implying anything here, but my expectations of the class were not met. Sorry, the truth hurts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I tried my best to make the best out of this situation and made my own mind map for today's class. Well, it might seems more like a self-gratifying action, but I assure you it did help get some facts into my brains. Let's hope it goes uphill from here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187276671587080786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R_zopkGeWlI/AAAAAAAAAc0/X_Cpu11N-80/s400/09-04-08_1741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid just now with Dionne, her sister (wanted to put her name, then I realise that I don't really know how to spell it...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Akil&lt;/span&gt;. Both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Akil&lt;/span&gt; and Dionne played 2 games so as to get ready for the upcoming college bowling tournament. Since I was not playing, I took the chance to practice taking some action shoots of the bowlers. Too bad my phone's camera is crappy...don't have any great pictures, but it did help me pass time while waiting for the 2 to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187277040954268258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R_zo_EGeWmI/AAAAAAAAAc8/DdQ9_1tCmKk/s400/09-04-08_1805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why, but I like this one. I love how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Akil&lt;/span&gt; is seen bowling through the gap between Dionne's hand and body that somehow framed this particular shot. I just hope the picture quality is better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187277723854068354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R_zpm0GeWoI/AAAAAAAAAdM/mJZxuNEgCUU/s400/09-04-08_1752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, did some shopping after the bowling session. Bought sleeping bag for the Adventure Race on Friday and then I deviated and got myself a new pair of jeans...I'll wear them tomorrow... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Alif, a "Mamak" restaurant and then me and Akil crashed Aina's place while waiting for our future landlady to come and show us the rooms we are renting. Well, everything is confirmed. I'm moving this July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of bombastic lines for today...but I did saw a dead cat on my way to college. Its rigid, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soulless&lt;/span&gt; body pulled mixed emotions out of me. I'm sad at the death of such a beautiful creature but I'm disgusted by the state of its remains...I don't know...it's just sad...I miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cici&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-9003762048106702572?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/9003762048106702572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=9003762048106702572' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/9003762048106702572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/9003762048106702572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2008/04/social-psychology-and-cici.html' title='Social Psychology and Cici'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R_zjtEGeWkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Sz9odzBBFRk/s72-c/image037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-6164301003529959572</id><published>2008-04-08T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T06:05:22.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R_tdF0GeWiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/oTrso7sQWmM/s1600-h/day_after_tomorrow_ver4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186841750313785890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R_tdF0GeWiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/oTrso7sQWmM/s400/day_after_tomorrow_ver4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's Media Appreciation class, we had a screening of the film "The Day After Tomorrow". As always, we need to do a review on it, which is due this Friday. Anyway, the movie turn out to be quite interesting, especially how they manage to associate global warming (which is suppose to generate higher temperature) with the disruption of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Artic&lt;/span&gt; winds that in the end causes a new Ice Age for humankind in the film. One of my favorite line from the movie must have been: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The cost of doing nothing is even higher".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, isn't? We sometimes choose to ignore mistakes that may seem trivial at first, but these mistakes will eventually manifest into something more frightening than what we had imagine. By then it would be too late...What will happen in the day after tomorrow? Or the days after that? Well, we will never know until the day comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained again this afternoon and the drizzling never did stop. And as I wrote this, the slight drizzle has picked up its momentum so that the constant noise ( somewhat similar to white noise ) is now a melancholic symphony that shroud the growing night. My shoes, drying under the bed, with its rubber soles cold from the many puddles that dotted the open-air car park are a testament of the bleak weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186859033262185010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R_tsz0GeWjI/AAAAAAAAAck/kOgbS9I9Rbg/s400/08-04-08_2100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, rainy days are somewhat special to me. There's some kind of reverence in the gloom of its drizzling or the malevolence of the mighty thunders. It put me in my place, telling me how helpless we can be when dealing with the forces of nature. It enhances the warmth that we never realise because we are too busy complaining about the heatwave and hot temperature that we dread so much. I don't know. But there's peace in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pitter&lt;/span&gt;-pattering of raindrops that draw me deeper into my own thoughts, regardless of how silly they may be. Moments of self-analysis that I so often appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My state of dizziness continued from yesterday to today. As of now, I'm still feeling a little lightheaded. My appetite from the evening eludes me as taste of nausea trails everything I consume. I think I'll skip dinner. I feel the cold now. A tender chill that pricks the skin. I think I'll rest now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-6164301003529959572?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6164301003529959572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=6164301003529959572' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/6164301003529959572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/6164301003529959572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-after-tomorrow.html' title='The Day After Tomorrow...'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R_tdF0GeWiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/oTrso7sQWmM/s72-c/day_after_tomorrow_ver4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-8847063435546169686</id><published>2008-04-05T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:31:42.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I stopped blogging and I am not sure as well as to why I chose to write this entry after months of silence. Well, I suppose boredom is more will-bending than procrastination and the lack of determination, that's how it was with me. Many things had happened in the course of these long, quiet days. Events that frustrated me; situations that made me feel uncomfortable, sad, happy, indifferent and also angry. They are hard to explain, so don't expect an explanation. Maybe some day, when I finally find out the reasons for all these, we'll have a long conversation over a meal perhaps or a walk, traversing the countryside as I share with you my knowledge of what had been and could be. You must be so confused by now. You are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186508147319003666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R_otrkGeWhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NGXVR5findU/s400/nerds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I think the reason for writing this post must have been nostalgia. Like the old picture above (well, not that 'old' after some faulty editing from my side). Taken a long time ago, bearing a profound significance and a story that only those in it can understand. Nostalgia hit me, I guess. For a moment I craved that feeling that blogging can give. That unexplainable state of mind that one gets when one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; that he or she can tell that story without the fear of adverse consequences of the worldly circumstances. Maybe, it's not all that deep, I might be craving for attention. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashamed&lt;/span&gt;? Not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I guess sometimes it takes a great deal of bravery and courage (not that I have any) to put our minds to words and hope that those who shall lay eyes upon it will not judge or form perceptions of the person behind the monitor. Was I scared? Go figure...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I'm back...for the moment that is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-8847063435546169686?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8847063435546169686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=8847063435546169686' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/8847063435546169686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/8847063435546169686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2008/04/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R_otrkGeWhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NGXVR5findU/s72-c/nerds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-8551619256726169813</id><published>2007-12-20T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T01:15:02.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SS2 Murni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R2ttPD3CvqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/tpPoeYatRdU/s1600-h/ss2+murni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146327104702561954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R2ttPD3CvqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/tpPoeYatRdU/s400/ss2+murni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some times back, I was lucky enough to finally dine at the infamous SS2 Murni with Akil, Steph, Manpreet, Dionne and Andrew. The first time I heard of this eating place was during a BRATs gathering from Yun-Ni (who is now studying somewhere in the New South Wales...)...and then from Stephanie when I came to college...my initial impression was a huge food junction with many stalls selling different food, like a foodcourt in a mall. But SS2 Murni was actually a mamak store! And mind you the food is superb!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R2tszT3CvpI/AAAAAAAAAcE/fX6E3TmPESE/s1600-h/roti+hawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146326627961192082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R2tszT3CvpI/AAAAAAAAAcE/fX6E3TmPESE/s400/roti+hawaii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since it was my first time, I don't really know what to order, so we consulted Steph who had been to SS2 Murni before. She recommended to us the special Roti Hawaii. Which was delicious...it's like roti canai but the inside is filled with chicken cubes, egg, sausage and many other yummy stuffing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that they also have great drinks...their special fruit juices and smoothies. I ordered the Mango Special that Yun-Ni told me about. It was nice, ice blended and served with chunks of watermelon and mata kucing...yum yum...Akil took the Pink Panther which was a concoction of banana and strawberry smoothie...it look abit like blended brain though...and I dared him to finish it or I'll pour the remaining smoothie on his head...lol...he never finish it (nearly vomited in the car) and I let him go, for now...wakaka...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R2tsZD3CvoI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UtMwg649R3s/s1600-h/Mango+special.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146326176989625986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R2tsZD3CvoI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UtMwg649R3s/s400/Mango+special.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R2trzD3CvnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fJ6VGmDL_8g/s1600-h/pinkpanther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146325524154596978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R2trzD3CvnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fJ6VGmDL_8g/s400/pinkpanther.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, that's all for this food review...go and try for yourself!! Happy Christmas everyone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-8551619256726169813?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8551619256726169813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=8551619256726169813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/8551619256726169813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/8551619256726169813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/12/ss2-murni.html' title='SS2 Murni'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R2ttPD3CvqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/tpPoeYatRdU/s72-c/ss2+murni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-7740597595169931487</id><published>2007-12-12T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T03:34:56.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Day / Career Talk...</title><content type='html'>These past few days had been some fun and tiring days...for I had been working with a bunch of friends as Student Ambassadors for the Taylor's College Open Day in main campus. Basically my job was to monitor the inquiry counter outside the exhibition hall and to give out goodies and freebies to the visitors...I'm glad I got the chance to be part of the team, met some great people, ate some good food and best of all, I was in action as a Taylorian...lol...anyway, I don't feel like posting much about it, so here's quite a bit of pictures to tell the story for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1_B4KkIAeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/sQrDW8WcAOQ/s1600-h/09-12-07_1304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143042470133105122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1_B4KkIAeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/sQrDW8WcAOQ/s400/09-12-07_1304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Courses exhibition in the Multi-purpose Hall (MPH)...not the bookstore...just so you know...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1_Bw6kIAdI/AAAAAAAAAbk/QO4SAa05RGY/s1600-h/09-12-07_1303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143042345579053522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1_Bw6kIAdI/AAAAAAAAAbk/QO4SAa05RGY/s400/09-12-07_1303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another snapshot of the crowd...it was so packed that another room had to be used for counseling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1_BmqkIAcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/lcMoVxyeCkA/s1600-h/09-12-07_1246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143042169485394370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1_BmqkIAcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/lcMoVxyeCkA/s400/09-12-07_1246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Cafeteria where we had our lunch 3 days in a row...some day the food was great...but other day...you get what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1_Bf6kIAbI/AAAAAAAAAbU/l58-IrDx22k/s1600-h/09-12-07_1247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143042053521277362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1_Bf6kIAbI/AAAAAAAAAbU/l58-IrDx22k/s400/09-12-07_1247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's lunch hour people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1_BXakIAaI/AAAAAAAAAbM/EbcLM2qnJzg/s1600-h/09-12-07_1254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143041907492389282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1_BXakIAaI/AAAAAAAAAbM/EbcLM2qnJzg/s400/09-12-07_1254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Main building of Taylor's University College Main Campus...no lifts...nearly died of exhaustion because of taking the stairs...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1_AgakIAZI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NBaKmzN-M30/s1600-h/09-12-07_1257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143040962599584146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1_AgakIAZI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NBaKmzN-M30/s400/09-12-07_1257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Other than exhibition...there were also talks on various courses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1_AWKkIAYI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Md4JdGHDUhQ/s1600-h/09-12-07_1256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143040786505924994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1_AWKkIAYI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Md4JdGHDUhQ/s400/09-12-07_1256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vico was there too...which mean free drinks for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1-_5qkIAXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/0stXvTorkm0/s1600-h/09-12-07_1300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143040296879653234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1-_5qkIAXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/0stXvTorkm0/s400/09-12-07_1300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Celcom and Nestle canopy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1-_yqkIAWI/AAAAAAAAAas/v6lerrXMTyQ/s1600-h/09-12-07_1301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143040176620568930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1-_yqkIAWI/AAAAAAAAAas/v6lerrXMTyQ/s400/09-12-07_1301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Manpreet and Leh Bin in action...overseeing the crowds in Lecture Theatre 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1-_pakIAVI/AAAAAAAAAak/OnMAp8Rq0DQ/s1600-h/09-12-07_1302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143040017706778962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1-_pakIAVI/AAAAAAAAAak/OnMAp8Rq0DQ/s400/09-12-07_1302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the crowd at the Inquiry Counter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1-_gakIAUI/AAAAAAAAAac/eywLr9gDOIQ/s1600-h/09-12-07_1309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143039863087956290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1-_gakIAUI/AAAAAAAAAac/eywLr9gDOIQ/s400/09-12-07_1309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Akil...hogging the limelight as always...Steph was on the floor...packing goodie bags...kesian....lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1-_W6kIATI/AAAAAAAAAaU/EUlzOeC4YUY/s1600-h/09-12-07_1311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143039699879199026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1-_W6kIATI/AAAAAAAAAaU/EUlzOeC4YUY/s400/09-12-07_1311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our storeroom...where everything and anything were kept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1-_O6kIASI/AAAAAAAAAaM/NPbBEkShj40/s1600-h/09-12-07_1312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143039562440245538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1-_O6kIASI/AAAAAAAAAaM/NPbBEkShj40/s400/09-12-07_1312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taylor's stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1--36kIARI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PbS4w-y8JWE/s1600-h/09-12-07_1315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143039167303254290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1--36kIARI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PbS4w-y8JWE/s400/09-12-07_1315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from the top floor...feel so bad for the usherers working under the hot sun...at least they can huddle under the big yellow umbrella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1--rqkIAQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6xRlATCWYuQ/s1600-h/09-12-07_1319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143038956849856770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1--rqkIAQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6xRlATCWYuQ/s400/09-12-07_1319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Florence and Jeng Zhu (I'm 100% I misspelled her name...sorry...hehehe...) manning the other Inquiry Counter...posers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1--bKkIAPI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/SepplXPOIQ8/s1600-h/DSC00180000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143038673382015218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1--bKkIAPI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/SepplXPOIQ8/s400/DSC00180000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are the Student Ambassadors:(1st row) Me, Christine and Steph...(2nd row) Akil and Toddy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In another story...today we got the oppurtunity to meet Ahmad Izham who is the CEO of 8TV...he was one of the speakers during today's Career Talk organized by 8TV and Hotlink...very nice guy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1-986kIAOI/AAAAAAAAAZs/HEEfifJjtc0/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143038153690972386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1-986kIAOI/AAAAAAAAAZs/HEEfifJjtc0/s400/Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Akil, Steph, Miss Josephine (Program Director of SOC), Ahmad Izham, Me and Dionne...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that's all for now...I'm looking forward to meeting up with Paulene this Saturday! I'm going shopping crazy this weekend...but I'm low on cash...how? Sigh...anyway...enjoy the rest of the day guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I'll do the tag soon Esther...thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-7740597595169931487?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7740597595169931487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=7740597595169931487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/7740597595169931487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/7740597595169931487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/12/open-day-career-talk.html' title='Open Day / Career Talk...'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1_B4KkIAeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/sQrDW8WcAOQ/s72-c/09-12-07_1304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-6939523523523971019</id><published>2007-12-03T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:33:04.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nitwit Vandals</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a quikie break from doing my Malaysian Media History about the Printing Presses and Publications Act 1984...I'm dying of boredom. Anyway, I got something interesting to share. I found these scribblings under my desk in English class this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1TxgakIANI/AAAAAAAAAZk/e5DF2E1a-Qs/s1600-R/04-12-07_1004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139998613925527762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1TxgakIANI/AAAAAAAAAZk/sZe97PkfOeA/s400/04-12-07_1004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closer look at the the words scribbled on the drawer reavealed some rather idiotic coomments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1TxSqkIAMI/AAAAAAAAAZc/j11Uq8zq-Fg/s1600-R/04-12-07_1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139998377702326466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1TxSqkIAMI/AAAAAAAAAZc/7PYSg09Usi0/s400/04-12-07_1002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look who's talking right? Talking about vandalism and still whoever this is still scribbled on the desk, which he shouldn't have if he's preaching about anti-vandalism, no? I got one word for this guy: STUPID. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all...time's up...gotta get on with my assignment...which by the way is due tomorrow...lalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-6939523523523971019?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6939523523523971019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=6939523523523971019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/6939523523523971019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/6939523523523971019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/12/nitwit-vandals.html' title='Nitwit Vandals'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R1TxgakIANI/AAAAAAAAAZk/sZe97PkfOeA/s72-c/04-12-07_1004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-1105194285920629030</id><published>2007-11-28T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:03:06.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Wu...hahaha...</title><content type='html'>So here I am...blogging again after some period of silence for the past few weeks. Here I am also to please Wu Wu, who had been constantly nagging me for not posting any new entry...he can be quite restless as you guys can see...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had not been feeling well these few days. I don't have much appetite to eat lately and had been getting some serious gastric attack. What's worst is that my nose kept on bleeding...two days in a row is the longest...as you all know, I can get pretty paranoid when things like this happened to me...as always I'll think of the worst case scenarios rather than being optimistic about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138116232870776594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R05BfaruTxI/AAAAAAAAAZM/wexzOCyuync/s400/17-11-07_2246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cottons stained with my blood...from my nose that is...hahaha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum called and I told her about my nosebleed and she started panicking and lecturing me about taking care of my health. Told me to go to the doctor too...nah, I don't really like doctors. Not that I hate them, but let's just say my last family doctor was extremely intimidating. Then, mum started talking about a movie she had watch where a girl who was diagnosed with leukemia was also experiencing nosebleed prior to her bleak diagnosis. That was exactly what I was thinking about when my nose started bleeding...goodness...and so I continue to worry...but I'm glad to say that the bleeding had stopped and hopefully it won't start again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing much happened, my mid-term exam was brought forward (sigh) and I'll be helping out with Taylor's Open Day from 7th until 9th of December in main campus and also on 16 of December in my own campus. And some LAN (Lembaga Akreditasi Negara [which now had been renamed Malaysian Qualification Agency or MQA or something like that]) will be coming to our college this Wednesday for a visit and some of us from foundation (yours truly included) will be inteviewed...scary...hahaha...one more thing that I'm excited about is tomorrow's &lt;strong&gt;1st National HIV/AIDS Youth Conference&lt;/strong&gt;! I'll be going under BRATs with some other bratty people (lol...) for the conference hosted by the Malaysian Government and also by UNICEF...hopefully I'll enjoy myself...but I'll have to drag myself out of bed early in the morning...that's the downside...sigh..lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been doing some serious camwhoring too, and edited a few of them...I wonder what my camwhore "sifu", Miss Pauline thinks about my camwhoring skills...improved? Hahaha...anyway that's all and enjoy these pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138115124769214210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R05Ae6ruTwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1Bmnubrbwag/s400/torned.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138114806941634290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R05AMaruTvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/RRWcGzKxDAY/s400/Staringhard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138109502657023698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R047XqruTtI/AAAAAAAAAYs/rSxtQhThRZQ/s400/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-1105194285920629030?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1105194285920629030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=1105194285920629030' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/1105194285920629030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/1105194285920629030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-wuhahaha.html' title='For Wu...hahaha...'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/R05BfaruTxI/AAAAAAAAAZM/wexzOCyuync/s72-c/17-11-07_2246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-4377294227557452388</id><published>2007-11-07T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T03:48:30.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pineapple Jam!</title><content type='html'>I have been neglecting this blog for quite some time now, it was mostly due to the fact that I was back at Kedah last week and the dial-up connection back home was suckier than ever...lol...and the start of my 2nd semester didn't help at all as I was busy preparing for new subjects and getting to know new lecturers who will e teaching us this time round. Well, for this semester, I will only be doing 3 subjects which are Malaysian Media History &amp;amp; Law, Introduction to Information &amp;amp; Technology and also English for College Studies (ii)...so I guess I'll have a bit more free time to enjoy the perks of college life...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd been through some extremely wacky situations when I was in Kedah last week...there was a cat and mouse stuffs happening and a very liberal or shall I say, indifferent idiom came into play and presented itself through my cousin...I'll be posting about that in the next post though...as I'm writting this, I'm also trying to rush home before the rain starts pouring...ain't got no umbrella with me...and I just watched &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"30 Days of Night"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yesterday, so I'll really want to get back before it's really dark...if you get what I mean. But for now I'll show you how I make pineapple jam for Stephanie as a very, very, very, very, very, very, very......belated birthday gift for her...hahaha...it's my first attempt and it turn out quite okay...so maybe you guys are willing to risk getting a tummy ache and try out this jam recipe...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Firstly, you'll have to buy the pineapple because without a pineapple, there wouldn't be any pineapple jam...there will only be air jam or, if you prefer, oxygen jam...hahaha...so after that, cut the scaly outer skin of the pineapple unless you eat the skin as well (might give your jam some extra fiber...lol...)...you begin by chopping the top aand bottom off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130043857386858466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RzGTtUm35-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/JqV3z6z5Djc/s400/27-10-07_1603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. Then cut off the skin sideways to reveal the &lt;em&gt;'eyes'&lt;/em&gt; of the pineapple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130042500177192914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RzGSeUm359I/AAAAAAAAAW0/sKprgOxzXu0/s400/27-10-07_1604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Make the pineapple a blind pineapple by removing it's annoyingly many &lt;em&gt;'eyes'&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130042255364057026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RzGSQEm358I/AAAAAAAAAWs/2_Kty7k0pGQ/s400/27-10-07_1608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Admire your artistic sculpture called the "Eyeless P-apple"...mine was a bit off though...maybe you guys can do a better job at cutting up the pineapple...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130041692723341234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RzGRvUm357I/AAAAAAAAAWk/CSeBLtJmUMo/s400/27-10-07_1616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Next, slice the pineapple into smaller pieces so that it will be easier to crush into a puree...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130041525219616674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RzGRlkm356I/AAAAAAAAAWc/wJqbyRYIJ9E/s400/27-10-07_1621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. After that, put all the pineapple chunks into a blender, juicer or food processor...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130041211687004050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RzGRTUm355I/AAAAAAAAAWU/Tg-sXLQBVlw/s400/27-10-07_1623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. This is how pineapple mush looks like...haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130041082837985154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RzGRL0m354I/AAAAAAAAAWM/yhHABPj1yD8/s400/27-10-07_1625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Pour out all the juiced pineapple into a bowl, you can also sieve the juice if you guys want a more refine jam...but that will take away some of the good fiber...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130040795075176306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RzGQ7Em353I/AAAAAAAAAWE/yS98v_vl90k/s400/27-10-07_1626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Boil the juice using low flame so as to turn it 'jammie'...hahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130040206664656738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RzGQY0m352I/AAAAAAAAAV8/LJCdiGDUitQ/s400/27-10-07_1631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Here comes the most important part of jam-making...stirring the jam non-stop...people who are lazy are advice to get someone else to do this for you because by the time you manage to pull yourself from the TV, you will get charcoal jam instead...hahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130039966146488146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RzGQK0m351I/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZwafIUDM8sA/s400/27-10-07_1632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. As I say, keep on stirring as the jam boils...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130039777167927106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RzGP_0m350I/AAAAAAAAAVs/2HlBcD8b_Fs/s400/27-10-07_1649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. While the jam thickens, add some cinnamon to bring out the sweetness of the jam and to enhance the aroma...don't drool please...lol...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130039639728973618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RzGP30m35zI/AAAAAAAAAVk/J-G6U3jQz9Q/s400/27-10-07_1650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130039472225249058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RzGPuEm35yI/AAAAAAAAAVc/UliXrxorzjU/s400/27-10-07_1652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Mix well and keep on stirring like there's no tomorrow...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130039309016491794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RzGPkkm35xI/AAAAAAAAAVU/UceE4aE-tdc/s400/27-10-07_1734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. When jam is going to be done, add a teaspoon of margerine or butter to glaze it so that it is shinny and nice to look at...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130038991188911874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RzGPSEm35wI/AAAAAAAAAVM/0XGbQH5olDY/s400/27-10-07_1737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Let the cooked jam cool off and then bottle it up for storage or to gift it out to friends...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130032411299014354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RzGJTEm35tI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ig7aiUE6uis/s400/27-10-07_1801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Finally, I present to you the jam!!! Hooray! Hahahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130031217298106002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RzGINkm35pI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EGNqGimOXdg/s400/27-10-07_1806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha...that's my recipe for the pineapple jam...I got great feedback from Stephanie's friend, Sulin...and hopefully it will also work for you guys! Gotta go...it's dark outside now...I'll blog again soon...I know you are proud of me if you are reading this Martha! Hahahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-4377294227557452388?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4377294227557452388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=4377294227557452388' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/4377294227557452388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/4377294227557452388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/11/pineapple-jam.html' title='Pineapple Jam!'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RzGTtUm35-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/JqV3z6z5Djc/s72-c/27-10-07_1603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-3582733237981292622</id><published>2007-10-24T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T18:42:08.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ride of Our Lives!!</title><content type='html'>So after Akil and Mei Yen left for their hometown for the end of semester holiday, there was only me and Dionne left out of the gang of four. Initially, I wanted to go to MidValley to shop and get cottage cheese for my Mum. However, through the power of persuasion from Dionne (I'm giving you too much credit...hahaha) I found myself wondering the different floors of Sunway Pyramid's new-wing with my dear &lt;em&gt;kakak...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you guys know, the life of Leonard (that's me...in case you don't know) is always full of randomness. As we sat at the Hartz Chicken Buffet Restaurant with Elaine, Manpreet, Kel Zoe, Joey and Leh Bin, the idea of going to MidValley came to our minds...and off we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting way ahead of myself here. So it happened that Kel Zoe's sister was also going to MidV and was willing to drive some of us (as not everyone can fit into her car) and the rest would follow in Joey's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me tell you about Joey. She's the most innocent girl that can ever be found on this planet. But, she compensate that aspect of her by having an extremely bubbly personality, loud range of vocal projection (or very...very...very...very loud...) and restless. Which is fine by me as long as we get to MidV...hahaha...though that was not the case at first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey couldn't remember where she had parked her car which she named Mango. She there we were looking around for Mango in the massive carpark until I'm puffing and sweating...we took around 20 to 25 minutes to find Mango and now the terror begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey's driving skill is not bad...but she is super restless in her car...dancing to the radio...making hilarious comments and laughing out loud...she's a wreck...if you get what I mean. Not a &lt;em&gt;wreck wreck&lt;/em&gt;...but a &lt;em&gt;positive wreck&lt;/em&gt;...okay...whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, her driving skill basically sacred the living daylight out of me...I think Dionne suffered more though as she was in the front seat...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125067016787977554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rx_lTEm35VI/AAAAAAAAAR0/MsDEpLHpcpM/s400/24-10-07_1532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey the "rollercoaster" driver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125066621650986306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rx_k8Em35UI/AAAAAAAAARs/3ifLDQz5k0k/s400/24-10-07_1534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking uncannily calm...which make us more scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, she kept on telling us to trust her...which was a bit...emm...hard?...ahahaha...yet it was all fun...I was laughing at her silly comment all the way to MidV...but don't forget how terrified we are at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125067394745099618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rx_lpEm35WI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-_dnigXhq1I/s400/24-10-07_1533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dionne: &lt;em&gt;Ahhh...oh my God!! Why is your windscreen wipers so fast and furios?!! Ahhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125067613788431730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rx_l10m35XI/AAAAAAAAASE/1qOjxT2eRMo/s400/24-10-07_1531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Leh Bin: &lt;em&gt;Oh Lord! I'll close my eyes and my ears and pretend that I'm in a dream...somebody save us!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125068468486923682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rx_mnkm35aI/AAAAAAAAASc/jQoWmjqdWXo/s400/24-10-07_1536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly: &lt;em&gt;I'm too young to die...please spare my soul!! Please...Joey pay attention! Hold the steering wheel!!...Fuhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, we manage to arrive safely...not a scratch...which I guess I'm thankful to Joey...Kel Zoe, Manpreet and Elaine was our welcoming party at the carpark...they were more worried about our lives that ourselves...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125068910868555202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rx_nBUm35cI/AAAAAAAAASs/UaWEQGzkJjI/s400/24-10-07_1540.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The welcoming party: You guys are SAFE!! Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last we managed to reach Gardens which, is another new shopping mall similar to KLCC and start shopping. I was very excited about coming to Gardens because I heard there was a very cool t-shirt shop here. The shop is called "Graffi Tee"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125069284530709986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rx_nXEm35eI/AAAAAAAAAS8/0tvc4xwkcWk/s400/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Kel Zoe browsing in "Graffi Tee"...I was a bit dissapointed by the fact that there were not much choices in the shop and the t-shirt that I wanted was still not there...which sucks...I wanted to shop and get something badly after getting my Mum's cottage cheese. So we walk around a bit more and camwhored with the mall's background...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125070259488286242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rx_oP0m35iI/AAAAAAAAATc/SI2fZotnttQ/s400/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The garden bridge...it's a backdrop...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125070010380183058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rx_oBUm35hI/AAAAAAAAATU/n5svckwVxRM/s400/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dionne looked like she's in an English countryside...thanks to my photography skills...hahaha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125069679667701250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rx_nuEm35gI/AAAAAAAAATM/3o2f60QOtiA/s400/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dionne and Kel Zoe camwhoring...what's new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125069095552148946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rx_nMEm35dI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NBVJypB-80w/s400/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me, Kel Zoe and Dionne...I'm moping over my t-shirt dissapointment...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125069443444499954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rx_ngUm35fI/AAAAAAAAATE/DweJumBOZtY/s400/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Group photo!! Leh Bin, Me, Dionne, Manpreet, Joey and Kel Zoe...Elaine was the photographer...&lt;em&gt;kesian...tak dapat bergambar&lt;/em&gt;...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's time to go back. Oh, I got myself another top from Topmen...they are having their mid-season sale right now...there's bargains galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the same thing happened again...we forgot where Joey's car @ Mango was and started another search for it...lol...we can be so forgetful sometimes...As none of us were familiar with the road in KL, we took the risk and just follow the road signs. We were supposed to go back to our college which was right at the border of Subang and Petaling Jaya (PJ)...so we followed the sign to PJ and ended up on the other side of town which we called the &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;PJ and our college is situated in the&lt;em&gt; fake&lt;/em&gt; PJ. So we turned around and manage to follow the sign to Subang Jaya and Bandar Sunway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I had dinner with Elaine and Leh Bin...and we chat...it was a great day!! And I seriously hope that all of us can do it agian some day soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all..I gotta catch the train now to the bus station cause I'm going back to Kedah today!! I'm sooo happy! Chat later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-3582733237981292622?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3582733237981292622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=3582733237981292622' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/3582733237981292622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/3582733237981292622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/10/ride-of-our-lives.html' title='The Ride of Our Lives!!'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rx_lTEm35VI/AAAAAAAAAR0/MsDEpLHpcpM/s72-c/24-10-07_1532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-2458906576157039976</id><published>2007-10-18T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:03:39.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jumble of Nonsense...</title><content type='html'>It's been a very stressful week, final exam is coming very soon (next monday to be exact) and my Human Communication academic essay (due on the last day of final exam) is still not done. Seriously, I'm currently living up to my title of being a "Procrastinating King"...I was supposed to finish my assignment today...but...look what I'm doing now? I'm blogging...it's all you guys' fault...hahaha...tempting me to blog for your pleasure...hahaha...I know, I'm dramatic and sometimes narcissistic...that's how I am...Anyway, since I'm blogging just for the sake of procrastination (but my entry is still as sincere as ever, mind you) I don't really have much to talk about...so instead let me show you some pics which equate to a true &lt;em&gt;jumble of nonsense...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce some of my wacky (and not so wacky, if you catch the flow...oh well...nevermind) classmates...tada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122886591315031442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RxgmNmvxtZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/I7gVI1a82J0/s400/08-10-07_1035_ds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mitch with her purple hair...she kept changing her hair color...the last time I heard it's blond...I wonder what it will be...wakakaka... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122888184747898274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RxgnqWvxtaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/uNiqA3RjRcE/s400/DSC01475.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Introducing Cel Sin! The girl from Seremban....there are a lot of Serembanians in my class...pretty le...so pretty until I look so damn ugly beside her...&lt;em&gt;memalukan... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122889898439849394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RxgpOGvxtbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/II428HpSrIY/s400/DSC01473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And this girl is Pooi Yee...can be considered as Cel Sin's best friend...they always talk rapid Cantonese with each other...blablablablablabla...but she's a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122891354433762754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rxgqi2vxtcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/3xEx9heo50Y/s400/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She's the loudest in my class, she's the kuku-gaga-crazy girl....she's none other than....Joey!! She seems to have something going on with random taxi drivers (*whisper...whisper...)...I sincerely thinks she has a good future in sale...very persuasive...hahaha...and the guy in black is Akil...funny chap...lol... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122893265694209490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RxgsSGvxtdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/g28Znh8A3e0/s400/09-10-07_1124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Talk about the devil! And here she is...Dionne...my dear &lt;em&gt;kakak &lt;/em&gt;...this pic was taken after our commercial presentation for Mass Comm...I was the devil in the commercial...I made those horn with her hairband...lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122898114712286722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RxgwsWvxtgI/AAAAAAAAAQM/296CCIlkFU8/s400/08-10-07_1036_ds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is how the hairband is at first, if you guys are wondering...lol... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122898716007708178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RxgxPWvxthI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VZd_9Vyb5zk/s400/10-10-07_1013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Meet Pauline the Cat...wakakaka...you know who I name it after...wakakaka...she exactly like her namesake...sooo crazy...look at what she did... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122899506281690658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rxgx9WvxtiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YBacxQL9Ljg/s400/10-10-07_1014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OMG!!! She's flashing her butt at us all!...I bet the human Pauline is doing the same thing in the streets of Melbourne...wakakakakaka...&lt;em&gt;jangan marah...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122900013087831602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rxgya2vxtjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XkxY39YZiS0/s400/17-10-07_0840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I saw this bug two days ago near the elevator entrance at my condo...damn freaky...I named it Mr. Buggy...hahaha...unfortunately, when I went back in the evening...he's dead...crushed and sticking to the floor...life is so brief...sigh...rest in peace Mr. Buggy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122906524258252450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rxg4V2vxtqI/AAAAAAAAARc/Dr7IxyFx1hY/s400/17-10-07_2157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My dinner! Spaghetti with mixed veggie and sausage...yum...yum...who says I can't cook? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122901366002529874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RxgzpmvxtlI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/scolxxqldq0/s400/18-10-07_1214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Took this yesterday...it's Manpreet...we are in the library...trying to do the assignment I mentioned earlier...see what I mean about procrastinating? Instead of focusing on the essay...i took pictures...lol... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122902388204746338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rxg0lGvxtmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/BJTsRQQVmmQ/s400/18-10-07_1222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Manpreet's outrageous earrings!!...She have one that look like a satalite dish...wakakaka... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122907348891973298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rxg5F2vxtrI/AAAAAAAAARk/DMN689XHU3g/s400/18-10-07_1216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dionne...doing essay or MSN?? Look so sleepy... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122904698897151618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rxg2rmvxtoI/AAAAAAAAARM/80KEWAmyYVk/s400/18-10-07_1210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the topic I'm doing for my essay...damn hard...sigh...anyway...that's all. Need to get cracking and finish it today...hopefully...lol...later people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-2458906576157039976?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2458906576157039976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=2458906576157039976' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/2458906576157039976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/2458906576157039976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/10/jumble-of-nonsense.html' title='A Jumble of Nonsense...'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RxgmNmvxtZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/I7gVI1a82J0/s72-c/08-10-07_1035_ds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-1391684475982918795</id><published>2007-10-08T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T02:51:28.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pok...pok...Pokai!!</title><content type='html'>This is the story of how I become so broke that Maggi Mee is my best friend for the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the tale begin on a Saturday. It was the weekend and I had a lunch date with my friend, Alex who is currently doing his medical pre-u course in KTT before going to Indonesia under the PSD scholarship. And so we met at Sunway Pyramid, we started off by snacking on sushi as we loitered around the massive mall. Then, we decided to watch a movie and got ourselves the tickets to watch "The Seeker" which was at 2.30pm...It was still early, so we had lunch at this wonderful place clalled the "Bar . B . Q Plaza".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118871677361567010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rwniq2vxtSI/AAAAAAAAAOc/j5WFoHtwn8A/s400/06-10-07_1414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food there was superb as it was a fussion between barbeque, steamboat and noodles. And not to meantion healthy as well, especially the soup at the end bacause it was the essence of all the fresh ingredients that were cooked...unfortunately it's not Halal though...too bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118871363828954386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwniYmvxtRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Ai1O5MMLFUM/s400/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbling hot steamboat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118870942922159362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwniAGvxtQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rZlNsRzuETc/s400/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the way I'm holding the chopsticks, you can guess that I'm not that familiar with it...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118870560670070002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rwnhp2vxtPI/AAAAAAAAAOE/HKkwOA8pnpQ/s400/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex enjoying his food...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next it was time for the movie. It was okay but it's the same-old storyline: a boy found out on his 14 birthday that he was the Seeker and have extraordinary power... boy is tasked with the mission of saving the world from the Dark...boy prevailed...the world is saved...get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118882041117652290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwnsGGvxtUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/itUSokKRh2E/s400/thedarkisrisingposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the worst part was the two guys beside us, they keep on giving smart ass remarks all through the show...damn noisy! in one of the scene, the hero asked "What is the Dark?" and the two guys said "Dark is the absence of light...". It was so annoying...duh...we all know that, can you keep all that to yourself? Seriously, they are very noisy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we went to Topshop to do some browsing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118869040251647186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwngRWvxtNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/PJk2jCOJUEI/s400/06-10-07_1637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we camwhored in the changing room...as always...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118869658726937826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rwng1WvxtOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/HhrDtAIjTBI/s400/06-10-07_1642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got this new top for myself...nice stripes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it's time for snack again! We had Hot Roll this time, Alex took tuna while mine as Double Cheese Onion...it was beyond heaven!! Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rwn4omvxtVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Jtt_DKIiDVE/s1600-h/06-10-07_1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118895827962672466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rwn4omvxtVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Jtt_DKIiDVE/s400/06-10-07_1720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, we had ice-cream as desert. We took the New Zealand Natural ice-cream, Alex liked it so much that he took a second helping of his Kiwi &amp;amp; Cream sorbet and Iate the Rum &amp;amp; Raisin ice-cream...they are so smooth and creamy!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cdiv%3E%3C/div%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Cdiv%3EHowever,%20we%20were%20still%20not%20satisfied,%20so%20we%20go%20for%20round%20two%20which%20was%20ice-ream!%20We%20had%20New%20Zealand%20Natural%20ice-cream.%20Alex%20even%20ate%20two%20cupp%20of%20his%20Kiwi%20and%20Cream%20sorbet%20and%20I%20was%20extremely%20full%20after%20downing%20my%20Raisin%20and%20Rum%20ice-cream.%20We%20windowshop%3C/div%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Cdiv%3Esome%20more%20after%20that...%3C/div%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Cdiv%3E%3C/div%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Cdiv%3EWhen%20we%20were%20about%20to%20leave,%20Alex%20spotted%20Auntie%20Anne" border="0" width="399" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwndfmvxtLI/AAAAAAAAANk/rmGJO_3IAOw/s400/06-10-07_1728.jpg" alt="" height="298" 20href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwnckmvxtKI/AAAAAAAAANc/N1u-kpu8YxA/s1600-h/06-10-07_1727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118864972917617826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwnckmvxtKI/AAAAAAAAANc/N1u-kpu8YxA/s400/06-10-07_1727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before we leave, Alex spotted Auntie Anne's Pretzels and so we indulged ourselves with those fluffy pastries! Yum!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwncU2vxtJI/AAAAAAAAANU/wIx4G7q-w44/s1600-h/06-10-07_1746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118864702334678162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwncU2vxtJI/AAAAAAAAANU/wIx4G7q-w44/s400/06-10-07_1746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an extremely good day and outing, but then again I did spend a lot...now you know why I'm broke...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-1391684475982918795?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1391684475982918795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=1391684475982918795' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/1391684475982918795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/1391684475982918795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/10/pokpokpokai.html' title='Pok...pok...Pokai!!'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rwniq2vxtSI/AAAAAAAAAOc/j5WFoHtwn8A/s72-c/06-10-07_1414.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-2658525460468202767</id><published>2007-10-03T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T04:41:20.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Event-ful Day</title><content type='html'>Our " 'E' 4 Inglish" event just ended a few hours ago, it didn't turn out as what we initially expected it to be. Not many people came to participate in our activities, it seemed that people were afraid of the fact that this particular event was about the importance of the English language...weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117057590549918850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwNwxGvxtII/AAAAAAAAANM/VKpBAF3aVrA/s400/235821444071l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event's flyer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, before I go into details, I think it's best to look at what happened a day before the event...Yesterday, somebody sabotaged our event's banner!! We hung up two banners, one in Media Hub, which was our event's venue and another one in the Courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117049163824083826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwNpGmvxs3I/AAAAAAAAALE/37onJ3hjSFs/s400/Image094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media Hub's banner...blocked by palms' leaves...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something even worst happened to the banner in the Courtyard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117044757187638114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwNlGGvxs2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/x0J-FhMN6qQ/s400/Image095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell happened??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, our banner is not a banner anymore. It was so tangled up that the words on it were barely visible...I wonder how it got to be this way...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one the bright side, "The Ultimate Prom Nite" contest organized by 8TV was having a roadshow at our campus yesterday. We had so much fun taking group photo, and it's even more hilarious to see Akil and Mitch entering the competition and had to pose for the photographer...hahaha...do vote for them ok...cause they are awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117055112353789042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwNug2vxtHI/AAAAAAAAANE/dIdl7_gqs2I/s400/02-10-07_1040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"The Ultimate Prom Nite"...by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117054438043923554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwNt5mvxtGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/TJLYsHV4IvA/s400/02-10-07_1041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's talk about the event. First of, our t-shirt was banned because it was too sensative (according to our English course leader that is). This is how it looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117049404342252418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwNpUmvxs4I/AAAAAAAAALM/a9zdCk7WGGo/s400/DSC01369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are trying to convey is the fact that if we take English for granted (I fell asleep in english class), we will not be able to express ourselves accurately ("Sun off a beach")...however, it seemed that some lecturer do not think it's appropriate...what do you think? But, as a consolation, we were allowed to sell it, but in a discreet manner...hmmm...in a way, I feel bad about the t-shirt because lectuerers might start having bad impressions toward our class...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117051822408840178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwNrhWvxs_I/AAAAAAAAAME/hA8fTEvLR78/s400/03-10-07_1445.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The itenarary for our event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance by Hardstyle Republic was awesome, but there wasn't much audience...so the vibe was not really there. Most probably it's our location, it's quite isolated from the other part of our campus...but we got no choice as other venues were booked...gotta do with what we have..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117050323465253794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwNqKGvxs6I/AAAAAAAAALc/ocPY-J--LFE/s400/03-10-07_1446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Badges galore!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also sold badges during our event other than the t-shirts. These were all handmade from discarded bottle caps...cool huh? It's was quite popular among the crowds...just that we don't reall have much crowd to start with...sigh...sad case really. 50% oftThe revenue from these badges will go to Rumah Hope, an orphanage that we are supporting for this particular event...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117054133101245522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwNtn2vxtFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/961-kAckX7M/s400/03-10-07_1436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These are what I'm giving you..Pauline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117053965597520962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwNteGvxtEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/aWwQs4by6Rs/s400/03-10-07_1437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Badges that my team made...lol..colorful right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117053806683730994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwNtU2vxtDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/F9Uto-YjZjU/s400/03-10-07_1438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Infos on Rumah Hope...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117052891855696898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwNsfmvxtAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pRVrOyY29Oo/s400/03-10-07_1441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Selling badges...one for RM1 and 3 for RM2.50...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than that, we also had games...the most popular one was Ain's Riddle Game...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117051195343614914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwNq82vxs8I/AAAAAAAAALs/CudxsdGCHrI/s400/03-10-07_1442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their prizes were quite cool too...hahaha...Kuhen's booth was all about Hip-hop...love the deco...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117053587640398882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwNtIGvxtCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kFE9lU9K5pQ/s400/03-10-07_1439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Done by Kuhen and Ozzy...great job!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below are soem snapshots I took when we were cleaning up...organizing an event is a definite hardwork people...pheww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117051603365508066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwNrUmvxs-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/iWMXCrL5wUU/s400/03-10-07_1444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117051371437274066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwNrHGvxs9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/mElIOtvue7o/s400/03-10-07_1443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117053059359421458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwNspWvxtBI/AAAAAAAAAMU/X3FkbeCXmJ4/s400/03-10-07_1440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was our first event, we tried our best to make it happened and in a way I'm really proud of it...it's not really a flop, but it's also not a huge success...We'll learn and we'll grow, our next event will definitely be a blast...you wait and see...hahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-2658525460468202767?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2658525460468202767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=2658525460468202767' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/2658525460468202767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/2658525460468202767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/10/event-ful-day.html' title='Event-ful Day'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RwNwxGvxtII/AAAAAAAAANM/VKpBAF3aVrA/s72-c/235821444071l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-7874567465097561644</id><published>2007-09-27T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:30:08.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Deviations...</title><content type='html'>Just a short update of my life, our event is coming (next Wednesday to be exact!!) and assignments for my final are getting more and more each day...well, basically I'm super busy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was bored today as everyone had gone back for the weekend and so here I am in the library blogging to you all out there...I edited some of my &lt;em&gt;camwhoring&lt;/em&gt; pics just to pass my time...the words have no apparent meaning as they just came into my mind at the very moment I edited the pics...I'll be back soon, need to be more dedicated to my blog...hahaha...here's the pics, enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RvydPJbWxEI/AAAAAAAAAKs/g6ux9tlu5zQ/s1600-h/16-09-07_1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115136160340296770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RvydPJbWxEI/AAAAAAAAAKs/g6ux9tlu5zQ/s400/16-09-07_1239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RvyYOZbWxDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9OqvRsgZaPg/s1600-h/16-09-07_1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115130649897255986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="316" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RvyYOZbWxDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9OqvRsgZaPg/s400/16-09-07_1225.jpg" width="423" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RvyTrpbWxCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9-zv6GYkOGw/s1600-h/21-09-07_2236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115125654850290722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RvyTrpbWxCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9-zv6GYkOGw/s400/21-09-07_2236.jpg" width="419" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-7874567465097561644?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7874567465097561644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=7874567465097561644' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/7874567465097561644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/7874567465097561644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-deviations.html' title='Random Deviations...'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RvydPJbWxEI/AAAAAAAAAKs/g6ux9tlu5zQ/s72-c/16-09-07_1239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-6800711064119315293</id><published>2007-09-15T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T07:14:40.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates and Whatnots</title><content type='html'>Hey guys...I've been ditching my blog for sooooo long...I feel so guilty!! Mintak ampun! Hahahaha...my housemates finally came to their senses and decided to share their internet connection with me! Yay!! Not really, I can't connect to their wireless yet...my setting is not right and I have to wait for the TM net people to come and help me set up my network...sigh...but no worries, as always the very handsome and clever ( vanity is my name...) Leonard get away with this tiny problem by stealing other's wireless connection...hey, don't blame me, they never set any security paraphrase for their network...so I'm not the only one getting the free service ok! Hahahaha...thanks whoever you people are... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I haven't blog for ages, I'll try to make this a very long and fun entry. Well, my mid-term exam ended two weeks ago and I don't think i'll be kick out of college yet...hahaha...now our event for ECS (English for College Studies) is coming...so I'm quite busy...plus the topic for group assignment for Human Communication was just given last Thursday...so the pressure is on! Did I mention there'll be another individual assignment for Human Comm?? Yup, I'll have to add another academic essay to the my "To-dos" list....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend I went to Seremban and Melaka to help out with the Taylor's Principal's Award Scholarship's interview sessions. It was great since I got to meet all those wonderful people like Jiali and Chee Sheng. In Melaka, I also got the chance to visit the famous Jonker Street...too bad I was not able to meet up with my cousins in Melaka...but my time there with Miss Adeline, Theresa and Rahul was awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm...I'm out of idea of what to write...I'll just post some random pics then...time to camwhore!! Wakakaka...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110420788165678386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RuvcoXNjFTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/FEFc4yp8tf4/s400/15-09-07_0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My beloved hoodie that I got from Esprit in Sunway Pyramid! Stripes rock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110423412390696274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RuvfBHNjFVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5Yv0s7uCYlo/s400/07-09-07_1438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fitting...trying on this wacky pink t-shirt in Topshop, Mid Valley...wearing red skinny jeans, too bad you guys can't see...hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110424133945202018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RuvfrHNjFWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/WIjIJ7TiSjA/s400/15-09-07_2101.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The ring that Mitch bought for me...thanks soooo much!!! Love it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110424554851997042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RuvgDnNjFXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/b8FfdtaZxy4/s400/15-09-07_2102.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Meet my newest friend...Mr. Smilie Thumb...hahaha...I was bored...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110425916356629906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RuvhS3NjFZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4BFUI9mA1jM/s400/15-09-07_2103.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camwhoring in front of the mirror in my room...what a pose...looking at my own armpit...hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110426414572836258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Ruvhv3NjFaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/N7YXqS01-4E/s400/15-09-07_2107.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Such a poser!!! The innocent look....hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110426663680939442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Ruvh-XNjFbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/H8Z3BpsvG1c/s400/15-09-07_2105.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The big mouthed smilie monster....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110427063112897986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RuviVnNjFcI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MFDHASHAlGM/s400/15-09-07_2106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The sad big mouthed monster...goodness...my mouth is so freaking BIG!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110428428912498130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RuvjlHNjFdI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BBv2sPdXA5s/s400/15-09-07_2104.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The big mouthed monster in pain...hahaha...laugh all you want...hahahaha....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110428776804849122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Ruvj5XNjFeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KWhcBKxA7N4/s400/15-09-07_2108.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Looking at the dot: sticker on my wardrobe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110429528424125938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RuvklHNjFfI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QkHRHW63opk/s400/15-09-07_2109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ah...the dot says: MEN! Guess where I got it from....from the socks that I bought in F.O.S....hahaha...the gender label...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That'st all for now...goodbye. Remember...I'll be back to wack you guys up somemore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-6800711064119315293?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6800711064119315293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=6800711064119315293' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/6800711064119315293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/6800711064119315293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/09/updates-and-whatnots.html' title='Updates and Whatnots'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RuvcoXNjFTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/FEFc4yp8tf4/s72-c/15-09-07_0042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-2330319079160094256</id><published>2007-08-21T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T18:23:24.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Places...going HOME...</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!! I'm back again!! Hahahaha...how have you people been? Sigh...been quite a tough week...but now I'm free as a birdie...waiting for time to pass until my semester break which on 27th of August...but since I don't have classes on Friday...I'm going back to my hometown this Saturday!! Yay...three cheers for Kedah!!~Hoo...hoo...hooooo....wakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Malaysian Studies presentation done and my Mass Comm report passed up...our classes are more relax now...except that we have to have replacement classes to make up for orientation and cancelled classes weeks ago...sigh...I'm going to have 3 hours of English later...can you believe that?!! Die la...die la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying my hair before I go back to Kedah...not the whole head though...planning to get purple highlights!! Shocking bo my dear Paulini?? Hahahaha...need some changes la...might show you guys some pics of it later...keep tuning in...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...oh...I'm going skating today!! Yipee!! Let's hope I don't slip and fall flat on my face or my ass...hahaha...I guess that's all...post later ya!! Please miss me okay...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101328353997025266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RsuPHCae7_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/q6ndYAYFuuU/s400/1_993318564l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Another edited pic of me and Ashleen by Mitch...taken in Starbucks...supposed to look like a couple breaking up la...good or not? You be the judge...hahaha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-2330319079160094256?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2330319079160094256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=2330319079160094256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/2330319079160094256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/2330319079160094256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/08/going-placesgoing-home.html' title='Going Places...going HOME...'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RsuPHCae7_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/q6ndYAYFuuU/s72-c/1_993318564l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-9031521948781856400</id><published>2007-08-06T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:15:41.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The LOVE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095834185015341970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RrgKMUAhs5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/aYz-1jKoDuI/s400/06-08-07_1546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hi guys...not much to write about as usual...and had beeen emoing as usual too...below are some new pics to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095834434123445154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RrgKa0Ahs6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/vJF4q2--yMI/s400/06-08-07_1824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So emo...love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095834769130894258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RrgKuUAhs7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/we9U9fBSKR0/s400/06-08-07_1828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another pic by Mitch...who doesn't want the &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt; in her name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095835383311217618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RrgLSEAhs9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/eR0oVE8-uy0/s400/06-08-07_1827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dunno...random pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095835134203114434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RrgLDkAhs8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/jDqDsHGW3bs/s400/06-08-07_1841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Again, those scary eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh another interesting story happened this week...went shopping again...as usual...the account as follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My beloved chucks are ruined, the sole is falling off and the rubbery sides are ripped. So, I went chucks hunting today with Mitch, Dionne and Leh Bin at Sungei Wang Plaza. To those who are not familiar with the term “chucks”, it is an American slang for what we call sneakers or Converse shoes, but it doesn’t necessarily need to be Converse to be call chucks though. And because my old chucks are falling apart, I’m there searching for a new pair within the budget of RM100.&lt;br /&gt;But before the great hunt started, we had lunch first at Madam Wong Café as Dionne and I were starving. I had the Korean Spicy Noodle which took a long time for them to serve (I guess they have to fly it in from Korea) and it wasn’t spicy at all! I was expecting a bright red broth and noodles but what I got was a watery orange color soup that taste exactly like curry flavored Maggi mee! However, I was too hungry to complain and just washed it down with a glassful of Coke.&lt;br /&gt;After that, the hunt was postponed again as we took a detour to Low Yat Plaza because Dionne wanted to get an iPod Nano, while Leh Bin wanted to search for a laptop. We spent quite some time and energy there as we went around searching for the lowest price possible for Dionne’s iPod. The place was so crowded that we nearly missed the shop on the third floor that finally offered us the lowest price of RM750. A trip to the ATM (which is conveniently situated on the ground floor) ensued. The hunt finally began after we went back to Sungei Wang Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;We searched high and low for my new chucks from the top floor down to the ground floor with no avail. None of the chucks looked nice to me, they are either too tacky or came with horrendous color! We were about to give up (the girls were threatening to kick my bottom if I were to keep on rejecting the chucks we saw) when we came to this shop called Labelsz, instantly I was attracted to the wooly chucks on display, the color was perfect and the price was even more appealing. It was only RM29 and their size 10 fit snugly on my feet, I bought it right away.&lt;br /&gt;The hunt didn’t end here though, and I got to see two real life shopaholics (Mitch and Leh Bin) in action. Leh Bin bought a total of four tops today and Mitch bought an assortment of trinkets and gloves. We also ate a lot today, from dessert to takos and Nandos. It was a fun day and I finally got that chucks that I’d been looking for so badly! All in all, it’s not a bad shopping adventure after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll post something soon! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-9031521948781856400?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/9031521948781856400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=9031521948781856400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/9031521948781856400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/9031521948781856400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/08/love.html' title='The LOVE...'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RrgKMUAhs5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/aYz-1jKoDuI/s72-c/06-08-07_1546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-754747446953922734</id><published>2007-08-02T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:50:42.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Emoing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RrK930Ahs2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/XPzdqq0oNNM/s1600-h/02-08-07_1228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094342895060759394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RrK930Ahs2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/XPzdqq0oNNM/s400/02-08-07_1228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey guys...sorry for not updating my bloggie as frequent as before. College is starting to get busy now...journals, assignments, events and whatnot. But then, life will not be as boring as before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much happened these few weeks...nothing worth blogging anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week had been full of RANDOMness...started modeling (funny right?) with some friends for Mitch....also a friend of mine. So, we'd been emoing for the pass few days...doing random photography sessions at the abandoned railway tracks behind college and also at the library... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094346704696750962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RrLBVkAhs3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/An-OIH64nT4/s400/02-08-07_1218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Pauline will freaked when she read this...won't you, Paulini? We are planning to do the black eyeliner stuff that you hated so much. Yet, it's all on the name of art (deviant)...and self expression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm keeping my hair long...so to look more goth and emoish...hahaha...I can hear you gasped Paulini! Chill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094347117013611394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RrLBtkAhs4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/JCJbA-eknpo/s400/02-08-07_1247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I guess...I'll update you guys on my RANDOMness soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Long Live Random Emos!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-754747446953922734?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/754747446953922734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=754747446953922734' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/754747446953922734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/754747446953922734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-emoing.html' title='Random Emoing...'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RrK930Ahs2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/XPzdqq0oNNM/s72-c/02-08-07_1228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-5787088469451161947</id><published>2007-07-22T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T18:08:39.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Lame!!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I know I'd been missing for the whole &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;century, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but now I'm back!! Life had been so boring lately...I soooo wanted to blog, but since I don't have internet connection! WTF right? Anyway, as I had said in the chat box, I'm now hogging my campus's computer and connection. So, I'm gonna make this a brief one, ok? I don't want some crazy librarian to come in and whack me in the head for "over-using" their properties!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life had not been all that boring la...met some cool people here! Been going out quite often as well....Sungei Wang...Sunway...so now I'm super broke! I know Paulini will give me the "I told you so" treatment about me being a shopaholic! I don't really have an issue to write about...hahaha...talk about a bimbo blogger...or a himbo...hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one interesting thing happened today, my English lecturer's car broke down...yeah...conviniently...so now I'm super free (a.k.a. super bored)...and will be going to Subang Parade with some friends! That's what I mean about all  these free times not helping with my obssesive-compulsive-shopping-disorder!...I'll try to blog again soon! Ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Hey Milky...sorry...I won't be able to do your tag that soon...come to think of it, I'm still in debt with Paulini for her previous two tags...but whatever la...wakakakaka! Take care guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-5787088469451161947?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5787088469451161947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=5787088469451161947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/5787088469451161947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/5787088469451161947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/07/lifes-lame.html' title='Life&apos;s Lame!!'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-5190589204345749202</id><published>2007-06-28T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T02:37:44.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Worries...I'm Fine...</title><content type='html'>Fuhh…finally I can find some time to just sit down and blog. Since aunt Julita and her husband came, we were rarely at home and we eat out every night, so basically I’m either too full or too tired to even bother about blogging…hahahaha…sorry guys!! Other than that, I actually didn’t tag along with all of them to Thailand (…wuwu~ (T_T)…) cause somebody has to take care of the cats and mind the house and I’m the &lt;strong&gt;lucky one&lt;/strong&gt;…mind you, it’s a hell of a responsibility. I had to wake up early to let Mum’s chicken (yup, we had a pet chicken) out and feed it with cat food ---&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Friskies&lt;/strong&gt; because it’d been around so many cats that it’d become one… &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081042043158824722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RoN80VdOhxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bFA79oZae7k/s400/cockheaded+cat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After that, I’ll have to clean the cats’ litter box and feed them. Only then can I have my own breakfast. Essentially, I’m super busy, period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the HIV/AIDS project was awesome! Met a lot of great people and had a wonderful time doing theatre exercises and dicussing about HIV and AIDS, which are two totally different things, who knew? Everyone was very open minded about the whole HIV/AIDS thingy, we talked casually about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;blowjobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;homosexuality&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;vaginal juices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;condom usage&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;dental dams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;….and many more of HIV/AIDS related issues…so it’s not really for those who are conservatives at heart. I’m sure some of my friends would have fainted on the spot when we discussed about oral sex: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whether swallowing is riskier and how risky it is to perform a blowjob without a condom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;…bla…bla…bla…hahahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, perverted thoughts aside, it’s one of those times when you truly get a reality check, the rate of HIV/AIDS cases are getting higher everyday. In Malaysia alone, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;17 people are infected by HIV daily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Imagine, in a year there would be (let me grab my calculator…)…17 X 365 = 6205...there would be&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;6205&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people suffering from HIV/AIDS. Therefore, &lt;strong&gt;Chris Ng&lt;/strong&gt;, the project facilitator (it's an honor working with him) started this particular peer education project to educate us youths about HIV/AIDS so that we in turn can create awareness in other youths. It’s about time too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m only a&lt;strong&gt; week&lt;/strong&gt; away from college!! Can you guys believe it, after all those waiting and complaining about how far away July was, it’s getting ever so nearer. And, although it’s contradicting for me, I somehow wish I’d more time to spare before I leave for school…hahaha…human mind is very weird huh? Oh, by the way, I’m getting a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; haircut this Sunday with Xin Yi. New haircut as in a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;new style&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I’d never tried before, soooo excited and sacred at the same time, I never had my hair this long, considering &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;durian head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for 6 years, so my hair is now very precious la…my precious…precious…(imitating Gollum in Lord of the Ring)…precious…my precious…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Pauline, I’ll do your tags later la…now malas la…hehehehe…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-5190589204345749202?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5190589204345749202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=5190589204345749202' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/5190589204345749202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/5190589204345749202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-worriesim-fine.html' title='No Worries...I&apos;m Fine...'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RoN80VdOhxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bFA79oZae7k/s72-c/cockheaded+cat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-6817310092185288958</id><published>2007-06-20T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T09:20:19.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Service With A....</title><content type='html'>This post is going to be kinda long...so brace yourself. Much had happened and I'm still very busy getting ready for college (which will start soon!! Yay!), so it's a little hard to condense all those busy days into one post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically what I did these few days were renewing my I/C (cause I'm already 18...), opening a new account and applying for an ATM card (so that Dad can keep those cash flowing my way...hehehehe...) and soon I'll have to settle the remaining payment for my lodging once they are confirmed and finalised. Oh, and I also have to get ready for the Youth to Youth HIV/AIDS Theatre Project (which is on this Saturday! So excited)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the diagnosis on my ear was out...well, &lt;strong&gt;NO &lt;/strong&gt;tumour, &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; nasty bugs and &lt;strong&gt;NO &lt;/strong&gt;fungus or bacterial infections! The doctor even said that there's not even any ear wax...my ear is that healthy man! The pain is cause by a reflux from my former sore throat (whatever that is)...so now I'm on antibiotics and ear drop...hahaha...no need sugery! Fuhh...&lt;em&gt;lega&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078538231495537842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RnqXnUKINLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/69MoWR5vbYI/s400/smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I supposed everyone must have learnt about the above right? About how a polite and well mannered service mattered most in the service-providing industry, especially the governmental departments...However, lately I'm a bit pissed off by rude service everywhere! When I went to change my I/C, the attendant was so rude! He didn't even look at me when he spoke to me! Then there's the bank officer, who was accusing me of not filling the correct form when I was not even given a form when I ask her assistance for one...so rude...she didn't have a single hint of smile on her face...so I think she should wear this badge instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078538583682856130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RnqX70KINMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lMHJJKW29Lg/s400/smirk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these made me think of what Linus (fascilitator of Nokia Mobilefilm Workshop who acted in &lt;strong&gt;"Sepet"&lt;/strong&gt; and is an independant filmmaker) told me about what happened when he applied for the Fire Department to &lt;em&gt;make&lt;/em&gt; rain for one of his film...he went to the office and was very polite to the attendant but he was asked to wait and then told to go to another office. Well, basically after being push around, Linus was pissed and started to complain furiously...only then the attendant was trying to be helpful...so Linus asked a very good question: &lt;strong&gt;'Why must I be rude to you to get your attention? Why can't you give me the same attention when I'm polite to you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hit home right?...Some people are weird I guess...they'll only respond when you are hostile...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I was tagged by "evil" &lt;strong&gt;milky... &lt;/strong&gt;anyway...this must have been the longest tag I'd done...Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;INSTRUCTION : Bold the statements that are true to you.Italicize the statements that you WISH are true. Leave the fibs alone.Then, stab 3 people to do the same test..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;1) &lt;em&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I do not watch tv these days.&lt;br /&gt;3) I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I have tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;6) I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;em&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;strong&gt;I have changed mentally over the last year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;strong&gt;I curse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;em&gt;I'm totally smart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I've broken someone's bones.&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;strong&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;strong&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) &lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) &lt;strong&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) I talk really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;17) I have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;18) &lt;em&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) I have at least one sibling.&lt;br /&gt;20) I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;21) &lt;strong&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller ID.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) &lt;em&gt;I like the way I look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;24) &lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) &lt;strong&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) &lt;strong&gt;I'm always hyper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) &lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;29)&lt;strong&gt; I enjoy talking on the phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;31) &lt;strong&gt;I love to shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) &lt;em&gt;Enjoy window shopping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33)&lt;strong&gt; I would rather shop than eat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) &lt;em&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) &lt;em&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;37) &lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) &lt;em&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) &lt;strong&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;41) I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;42) &lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) I want to have children in the future.&lt;br /&gt;44) I have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;45) I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;46) &lt;em&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) &lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) I'm shy around members of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;49) I have made a move on a friends significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;50) &lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) I own the South Park movie.&lt;br /&gt;52) I would die for my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;53) &lt;em&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;55) I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;56) Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;57) &lt;strong&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) &lt;strong&gt;I am happy at this moment!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) I'm obsessed with girls/guys.&lt;br /&gt;60) &lt;strong&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) I study for tests most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;62) &lt;em&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;64) I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;65) I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;66) I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;67) I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;68) &lt;strong&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) &lt;em&gt;I'm proficient in an musical instrument&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;70) &lt;strong&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;72) &lt;strong&gt;I think water rules.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) &lt;strong&gt;I went college out of state.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74) &lt;strong&gt;I like sausages.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75) I love kisses.&lt;br /&gt;76) I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;77) &lt;strong&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78) I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;79) &lt;strong&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80) I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;81) &lt;strong&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82) &lt;em&gt;I can whistle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83) &lt;em&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake's slither.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84) I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;br /&gt;85) I still have every journal I've written in.&lt;br /&gt;86) &lt;strong&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87) &lt;strong&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88) &lt;strong&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89) &lt;strong&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90) Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;91) I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;92) I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;93) I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;94) I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;br /&gt;95) &lt;em&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96)&lt;em&gt; I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97) &lt;strong&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98) &lt;strong&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99) I like a person of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;100) &lt;strong&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to tag three people...hmm...I wanna tag &lt;strong&gt;Iwan, Pauline and Apple!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Going to KL tomorrow night for the theatre project! So won't be blogging for a few days lo...oh...told you it's a long entry...hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-6817310092185288958?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6817310092185288958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=6817310092185288958' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/6817310092185288958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/6817310092185288958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/06/service-with.html' title='Service With A....'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RnqXnUKINLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/69MoWR5vbYI/s72-c/smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-3390297376795114620</id><published>2007-06-16T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T07:19:57.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Makan" Again!</title><content type='html'>This time we are attacking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pizza Hut!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076646861042365522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RnPfbEKINFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qfvJdP6yKU0/s400/847117447l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Makan-mates: Me and my cousin Ning...these pics were taken with a handphone...so a bit blurry la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally (among me and my cousins), whenever someone is going away or leaving Kedah (my sleepy hometown...) to further his/her studies, he/she will have to treat the others to a meal. It's like a farewell in a way and since I'm leaving for KL in July, it's my turn to &lt;em&gt;belanja...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So since Pizza Hut is currently having a promo called "Sensasi" something...we or more accurately &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; decided to have our meal there (Ying &amp; Ning were actually suggesting going to Teppanyaki!! I where got budget??). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But before that, my day started out with shopping with, who else if it's not my shopping sidekick ---&gt; Sheng! We went to Alor Star mall to check out the sales at Soda (according to Alex...who bought a cargo for 50% less...) and I bought a pair of pants myself (20% less)! After that we just &lt;em&gt;lepak &lt;/em&gt;while we waited for Xin Yi to fetch us...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076647990618764386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RnPgc0KINGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/X7I_uikET3E/s400/914276801l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me and Xin Yi...she treated us last year...will be pursuing her degree this September...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dropping Sheng of at his uncle's shop, Xin Yi and I went to Pizza Hut...man, it's was packed! We had to wait to be seated...a few minutes later Xin Yi's brother, Yen joined us...While waiting for Ying and Ning to arrive, we started ordering because with all these people, the service is bound to be slow...and beacause of this, Yen had to leave before the food came so that he can rush to his tuition centre in time...poor boy...we did &lt;em&gt;tapau&lt;/em&gt; for him la...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076654995710424226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RnPm0kKINKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/K2UXq2TvLYM/s400/657283251l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours truly and Yen...Xin Yi's bro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We had 5 pizzas: 2 Ocean Tuna, Chicken Masala, Hawaiian Beef and Lime Mayo...small one la...not large...or else we'll be bloated! We also had soup and garlic bread plus coke to wash it all down. But...the service was very terrible...the waitress served us food without any plates or cutleries...how to &lt;em&gt;makan&lt;/em&gt; le? Then, the soups only came when we had finished all the pizza...ish...the soup was supposed to be the 1st dish ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, everything can be solved with a bit of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;camwhoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...wakakaka~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076654119537095826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RnPmBkKINJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QGhFHADiqxw/s400/256189651l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Camwhoring Yi...peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076653080155010178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RnPlFEKINII/AAAAAAAAAG4/ikIALsMVN60/s400/442098291l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oooo...I think the tuna is still alive...toink...toink...*poke*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076650163872216178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RnPibUKINHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ADExCHuPF7s/s400/551339981l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ying and Yi...not really camwhoring...must be serious la girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; part is...the whole freakin' meal only cost me RM47! Cheap...cheap...cheap! So with some money to spare, I called Sheng and we meet up again at City Plaza where I got myself a cap! Very dandy kinda cap...not those with printings and writings...the front part is knitted! Love it sooooo much! Hahahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S: This post is sooo overdue...it's all the connection la...being very crappy again cause it had been raining non-stop for two days since yesterday...sigh...I'm going to KL on the 23rd of June for the HIV/AIDS Youth to Youth Theatre Projcet! So excited! My aunt Julita and her husband will be coming from Sabah to visit us...so Dad will bring them touring again...and I'll tag along! Hahaha...Langkawi...Penang...Hatyai...wooohooo! My boring days are over! Yipee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-3390297376795114620?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3390297376795114620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=3390297376795114620' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/3390297376795114620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/3390297376795114620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/06/makan-again.html' title='&quot;Makan&quot; Again!'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RnPfbEKINFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qfvJdP6yKU0/s72-c/847117447l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-7155037594631010322</id><published>2007-06-12T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T03:08:21.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leonard Leao Xi Long</title><content type='html'>Shakespeare (&lt;em&gt;or some other dude&lt;/em&gt;) once said : &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;“What is in a name?”...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, indeed what’s in a name? Does your name mean anything? Does it reflect the true you? Does a name discern you from others in the sense of social standing? The enigmas are endless…But one thing is for sure, is that we can’t possibly call each other &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Homo Sapiens”…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;right? Wouldn’t it be weird? Imagine walking down the street and you saw a friend coming towards you and both of you greeted each other:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hey, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homo Sapiens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! How ya doin’!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Friend :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Great! What about you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homo Sapiens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Didn’t expect you to be here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the picture? Anyway, the above are just my lame introduction before I share with you all the name&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; that I’d been called before…nicknames in a matter of speaking. And this post is dedicated to &lt;strong&gt;Iwan&lt;/strong&gt; (who is currently on holiday…), who wanted to know if I have other nicknames besides &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;“Donut”…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075093302651925570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rm5aeEKINEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wzzl3rCSN1A/s400/leonard.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A little poster I made for myself...hahaha...I'm bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, before I start raving about my nicknames, I think I should start with the origin of my birth name: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Leonard Leao Xi Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, pronounce as Le-nerd-Leo-C-Long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of how I got the name Leonard was a long story, because at first my name was supposed to be &lt;strong&gt;Kenneth.&lt;/strong&gt; Yup, Kenneth Leao Xi Long…but Kenneth sounded similar to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Kenek”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which is a Hokkien dialect meaning &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“shortie”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So, fearing that their son will be no taller that a bench, my mum decided to rename me &lt;strong&gt;Leonard&lt;/strong&gt;. According to her, Leonard is the name of a lion in a story she’d read years back and it serves as a symbol of strength. So Leonard became my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were given the chance, I would have settled for being just Leonard Leao instead of the mouthful that is my name. But, my Dad had more ambitions for his son, and like any Chinese man, he insisted on giving me a Chinese name. So I inherited the family surname of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;梁&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and was given the name&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;熙隆&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Why do I say my Dad had ambitions? Well, he named me after two Chinese emperors who lived the longest and reigned China for the longest period of time. Thus, you can imagine the expectations and the burden upon which I carry my name…hahaha…melodramatic eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, my somewhat peculiar name has been distorted into a myriad of sound and pronunciations. With which came the long list of nicknames I’d had. My very first nickname was &lt;strong&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci&lt;/strong&gt; which some people assumed was my ancestor…hahaha…and after that when Titanic was a box office hit, I became&lt;strong&gt; Leonardo DiCaprio&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pursuit of name calling, my fellow classmates had given me odd names that range from food to animals and whatnots. During secondary school, my name was always mispronounced as &lt;strong&gt;Leo-nard&lt;/strong&gt; instead of &lt;strong&gt;Le-nerd&lt;/strong&gt;. I tried to correct people, but nobody seemed to be able to get it right…and soon they start to come out with easier versions of my name. So, I was called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Peanut&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Leopard&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lemon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Donut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and many more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My upper secondary years were better; friends finally get my name right. But still there are those who just can’t help themselves, not only nicknames were given, tittles were also awarded. I was &lt;strong&gt;“Leonard the Bird”&lt;/strong&gt; to a fellow classmate, &lt;strong&gt;“Nard-nard”&lt;/strong&gt; to another and &lt;strong&gt;“Nerdy nard”&lt;/strong&gt; to a portion of the class. I was even known by the name &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt; to some friends from the Choral Speaking Team! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That’s not all, but it’ll be tedious to say it all, but the most ridiculous name I was called was &lt;strong&gt;Double D&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;a very rapper kinda nick&lt;/em&gt;) and &lt;strong&gt;4D&lt;/strong&gt;…I don’t know why, maybe Pauline would like to elaborate (&lt;em&gt;please do so in the comment section&lt;/em&gt;) because she’s the one who made it up…hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, all of this just make life more interesting, in a funny perspective, we are what we say we are…nobody can take that away, no matter how absurd the nickname was, I will still be me, right? So, what’s in a name? Hahahaha…well, at least my name’s not &lt;strong&gt;Pilot Inspektor… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;P/S: Pilot Inspektor is the name of the lead actor's son who played the caharacter Earl in the series "My Name Is Earl"...&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: Hey...share your thoughts on the "What's in a name" question...and tell me your wackiest nickname ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-7155037594631010322?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7155037594631010322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=7155037594631010322' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/7155037594631010322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/7155037594631010322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/06/leonard-leao-xi-long.html' title='Leonard Leao Xi Long'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rm5aeEKINEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wzzl3rCSN1A/s72-c/leonard.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-2007487081640315056</id><published>2007-06-10T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T06:10:19.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicky-o-Sucks...(updated)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I finally got the pics from Alex...so read on (or read again)...and enjoy the slilly pics ya! (*_*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey guys...I think I owe you people somekind of an explanation, since I haven't been updating for the last few days. Well, basically, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I'm sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yeah, I've been having some major headaches these days...and I think I might have an ear infection going on...cause everytime I clenched my teeth, my right ear will hurt like hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hurt like HELL, man! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm going to the doctor today, I think so, cause I need Dad to fetch me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway...I'm a bit scared la...what if it's a tumour?! What if there are some dead bugs in my ear?! What if...what if...sigh...there's so many "what if"s...I'm always the one for the &lt;em&gt;worst-case-scenarios&lt;/em&gt;...But, if one of the above is true...then how le? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;:-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Other than that, my connection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sucks big time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know why, but some friends told me it's because of all the raining...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what the hell la...&lt;em&gt;hujan sikit nia...kacau-kacau liao...&lt;/em&gt;ish...so frustrating! So, in a way I'm not that keen on blogging la...do you guys know how many times I have to redialled just to post this very entry? And yeah...it's raining outside...but...so inefficient!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was the farewell/gathering thingy, there were 7 of us who went: me, Alex, Sheng, Xiang Wei, Apple, Jess &amp; Chyi...we actually had a great time...well for me...I don't know about the others...we had lunch...fish and chips and lamb chop and ice cream! Then we played two round of bowling...it was fun! Before we part, we also had cakes at &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secret Recipes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...and &lt;strong&gt;yogurt cheese&lt;/strong&gt; was simply divine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost for words la...and lazy to write long-long, so...I'll let the pictures do the talking ok....enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074456195793171362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RmwXBkKIM6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/zEZizMbT7hI/s400/bowling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It's bowling time! The way Sheng held the ball looks painful la...hahaha...I won the second match! Hail the new bowling king....wakakaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074457729096496050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RmwYa0KIM7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lhXl4Ir5bUI/s400/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The three posers: Sheng, Alex &amp; Jess...peace! Wink...wink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex risked his "life" to take these bowling pics...cause the guy in charge wouldn't let us take pics at the bowling alley...I wonder why? Maybe they think we are spies and are spying on some of the state's players doing their training...ridiculous...hahaha...anyway, making sure there's no flash was how he managed to sneak some pics la...but we did get warned by the guy twice...luckily we're not kicked out...hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went to Pacific Mall...just to shop around and do some people-watching la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074458330391917506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RmwY90KIM8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/9nj0_XPsMsA/s400/dudes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;All the dudes who went: Xiang Wei, Sheng, Me &amp; Alex...we're at the top floor, where the arcade is located...didn't play anything though cause it's packed and we're not in the mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074789738658411570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rm1GYUKINDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HN52j4BcaYw/s400/me+%26+chyi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Me and Chyi, just chillin'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our last stop was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secret Recipes! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We had cakes and drinks and fun before we said "bye-bye" to each other....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074459438493479890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RmwZ-UKIM9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Aucl5OlJKCM/s400/secret+recipes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Group photo! Nothing much...I looked bad in this pic...what shame...hahaha...it's the photographer (waitress) fault...hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074460361911448546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rmwa0EKIM-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/hLEsmwIXODo/s400/cakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The three stooges...toasting with cakes! Friendship forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074461835085231090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RmwcJ0KIM_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/H4LwPghlI_A/s400/apple+%26+wei.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Xiang Wei...the Jay wannabe and Apple...always so calm and compose la wei! Fuiyo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074462230222222338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rmwcg0KINAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/WhUqiPspzPo/s400/wan+yen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Fiuweet! Sweet girl with sweet smile and sweet cake! Jess, the cheese cakes ambassador...hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At this point, I did something embarassing...I was guilty of slurpping my Iced Lemon Tea with such vigour that the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"slurp-a-dup-dup"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sound is resonating around the cafe...&lt;em&gt;malu&lt;/em&gt;...and Jess gave me the &lt;em&gt;"that's-so-malu"&lt;/em&gt; look...well, to hell with it...hahaha! I did enjoyed the drink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074462908827055122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RmwdIUKINBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HZG7W10bC4k/s400/slurp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Slurp...slurrrrp...slurrrrrrrpppp! Ahhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And then I put on a daft show called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Cakezilla"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was high on cheese...what do you expect?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074463956799075362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RmweFUKINCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/JS0UZTNkmus/s400/cakezilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Take cover! The ferocious Cakezilla is here! I wonder who was the one trying to eat my ear with that fork...sorry...I embarassed myself again...hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, that's how the day went on...fun right?...hahaha...anyway, to Alex, Sheng, Wei, Apple, Chyi &amp;amp; Jess: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll miss you guys a lot, cause you people are the &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;BEST!&lt;/span&gt; Good luck and god bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-2007487081640315056?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2007487081640315056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=2007487081640315056' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/2007487081640315056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/2007487081640315056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/06/sicky-o-sucks.html' title='Sicky-o-Sucks...(updated)'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RmwXBkKIM6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/zEZizMbT7hI/s72-c/bowling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-2544249165899599616</id><published>2007-06-03T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:47:55.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare...</title><content type='html'>I had a horrible dream yesterday night, I think everyone from my previous school can relate to it...guys especially. In our school, there's this male teacher, who we shall call &lt;strong&gt;Mr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KS&lt;/strong&gt;. He's a discipline master (so to say) and all the guys in our school have to have crew-cut hair a.k.a. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;durian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; head...and if your hair is long, he'll come at you with his scissors and all to give you a&lt;em&gt; free&lt;/em&gt; haircut...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;takut~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, last night's dream brought me back to school with my current haircut. Everybody was minding their own business, when &lt;strong&gt;Mr&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;KS &lt;/strong&gt;suddenly barged in and said my hair is long! Like any wrongdoer, I was damned frightened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;takut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What happened next really got me traumatized! He took out his scissors and started attacking my hair! OMG! I begged and I cried...but all was done, I'm&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;bald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again! Arghhhh!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I woke up, all sweaty and shaking...hahahaha...funny dream eh? But, come to think of it, I was indeed traumatized of what &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; happened at school to the extent of having nightmareS &lt;em&gt;(yup, it's not my first...)&lt;/em&gt; about it...sigh...mentally scarred liao...hahahaha...Do you guys think it's right for teachers to cut students' hair if the haircut don't meet with the school's requirements?...Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and in another story, I received an invitation from AFS (a student exchange organization) for their Gala Dinner...but I don't think I'm going...so expensive and I'm still pissed about not getting their YES scholarship to go for an exchange in the US...hmph...hahahaha...Anyway, if you guys are interested then you might as well check it out... &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072075787566697874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RmOiDkfFzZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nIxV-Eap5Zk/s400/CA0DIRG9.gif" border="0" /&gt;Other than that, BRATs is planning a Youth 2 Youth outreach program that aims to educate teens about peer education. There'll be a theatre project regarding HIV and AIDS...however, it's only open to BRATs and the maximum participants is 30...and if you are a BRATs, you'll know witch email add to contact! So be quick about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S: Damien Rice's &lt;strong&gt;"9 Crimes"&lt;/strong&gt; is on the Juke Box...this song is one of the soundtrack used in &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shrek 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...very melancholic (...or sad...)...so enjoy!&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/544520410189819379-2544249165899599616?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2544249165899599616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=2544249165899599616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/2544249165899599616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/2544249165899599616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/06/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare...'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RmOiDkfFzZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nIxV-Eap5Zk/s72-c/CA0DIRG9.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-9074506370263942852</id><published>2007-06-02T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T10:23:01.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"How abt sex?"</title><content type='html'>Something &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;freaky&lt;/span&gt; happened to me (&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;) a few months ago...here's the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lazing around (&lt;em&gt;as I always did&lt;/em&gt;) at home one afternoon, when suddenly my handphone started ringging and the caller was not someone I knew, since the number was not set into my friends list. When I pick it up, the only sound I heard was a very hoarse, rasping sound...and a faint murmuring that's quite inaudible...so as any sensible human being, I answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Hello? Hello? HELLO?! Helloooooooo?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still the weird sound was the only thing coming from the other end. So, I just shut the phone and decided to SMS the caller instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;'Who r u?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I only got a reply after sometime:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;'Hi i'm caroline. I wanna noe u...can v b fren?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wow...it's a chick! And she wanna be friends...I was a bit flattered by then...hahaha...talk about ego...so I replied:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;'Where r u frm?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And she answered:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;'U-line'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I was like...huh? What on earth...or where on earth is U-line? So, initially I guessed this must be some kind of prank somebody is pulling on me...ok...I'm constantly in a state of paranoia...that's how I am... And I replied:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;'Being fren r fine, but wat u r doin seem to be a prank 2 me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I waited quite long for her reply, I thought it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a prank and she'd stop since I'd already found out about it...but then the SMS came:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;'Hav u heard of U-net? I got some products u might like'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh...my ego instantly fell flat like a unsuccessful &lt;em&gt;roti canai...&lt;/em&gt;plop...This Caroline or whoever she is, must be a telemarketer or something close to that and this U-net must be her company...what a bummer. But still, I chose to decline &lt;strong&gt;politely&lt;/strong&gt;...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;'Sorry, not interested. Thanks anyway'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then, Ladies and gentlemen, the &lt;em&gt;creme-de-la-creme...&lt;/em&gt;the climax of this story was when she replied:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;'How abt sex?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was immediately stunned. Speechless. Shock. WTF! This telemarketer thingy is spiralling into something more explicit than what I'd imagined. After I &lt;strong&gt;politely &lt;/strong&gt;rejected her products now she's offering sex? Actually and honestly, I was pissed...I was expecting to befriend a cute girl and all...but this person is a total WHORE! I intended to send the following SMS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;'Why don u take ur products n shove them up ur a$$ and go F**k urself?!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But, I decided against it, cause I wouldn't wanna sink so low for these kind of people. So I send this SMS instead:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;'Sorry, not interested'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hours later there's still no reply, so I guessed she must had given up. But then, this came:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;'I would like 2 bring u out 4 dinner.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WTF! Dinner? No way! By then it was a little freaky...I sent her one last SMS and told myself to ignore her after that. This was what I wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;'I said i'm not interested. Pls don waste my time and money!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, it seemed to have worked, she never reply after that. Sigh...this world have a lot of great people like you guys, but there are also very &lt;strong&gt;freaky&lt;/strong&gt; people out there...anyway, I hope nothing of this sort happened to any of you...but if you do, I think the best way is to just ignore them, don't you think so? Hahahaha...Freaky man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-9074506370263942852?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/9074506370263942852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=9074506370263942852' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/9074506370263942852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/9074506370263942852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-abt-sex.html' title='&quot;How abt sex?&quot;'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-3811794662395651988</id><published>2007-05-28T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T02:02:16.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Messed Up</title><content type='html'>aI was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;as always hahaha...)&lt;/em&gt; so I decided to blogsurf and I came to &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sabrina's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;blog through the link from Pauline's. I saw her post about celebrity-look-alike, so (&lt;em&gt;since I'm super bored&lt;/em&gt;) I decided to try it out. It's on this site called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Heritage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and they use face recognition technology to search for your celebrity &lt;em&gt;twins&lt;/em&gt; so to say...hahaha!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;But then again, they are still in beta so sometimes things can get messed up...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you guys still remember my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haircut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; entry? Well, I used some of the pictures for my little &lt;em&gt;experiment &lt;/em&gt;since they are quite wacky...hahahaha...well, for the first test I used the normal pic...the one that somehow (&lt;em&gt;frighteningly&lt;/em&gt;) seemed to make me look like a girl!...So I thought, hmm...bound to be some chick-celebrities that look like me will come out as the result...&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;, surprise...surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" href="http://www.myheritage.com/" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069895473188687202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RlvjEkfFzWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zjGyVNCMxuk/s400/928331_632143b15db564vk5qb450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jericho Rosales?!! Kim Rae Won?!!...&lt;/strong&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ahahahaha...see, who's &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girlie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now? Wakakakaka...I know it doesn't mean anything but it's great to know that I'm place at the same level (at least in facial-contours term) with all these hearthrobs! Woohooo!...a great ego booster...not that I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;egoistic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(...yeah right...*snort*...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, for the second test, I used the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;punk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pic...still remember? The one with spiky hair and very &lt;em&gt;seductive eyes&lt;/em&gt; (according to Pauline)? After the first one, I guessed my celebrity twins will definitely be another bunch of &lt;strong&gt;macho&lt;/strong&gt; guys or &lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt; hunks...hahahaha...vanity...&lt;strong&gt;BUT!&lt;/strong&gt; But...another shock la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" href="http://www.myheritage.com" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069897380154166642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RlvkzkfFzXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TdeZXY1x7gw/s400/928492_903416725db5644du7c549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kate Winslet?!! Katie Holmes?!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aiyoyo! I looked like Tom Cruise's wife? And...and...it's a bunch of girls!! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gals nonetheless...but...sigh...Enrique Iglesias is the only good sign...hahaha...But honestly, Kate Winslet &lt;em&gt;ciplak &lt;/em&gt;my pose!! Our eyes are the same!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Eerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...in a way...and I wonder who is Phyllis Quek?...Well, expect the unexpected...totally the opposites of what I had in mind...hahahaha...but it's great fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Finally, just to test their accuracy, I put &lt;strong&gt;Brad Pitt's&lt;/strong&gt; pic for recognition...and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069898303572135298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RlvlpUfFzYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wG5dc-I173c/s400/932002_50345216ddb564n09eb830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily...I was hoping for another far-fetch pic of other celebrities except Brad himself...hahaha...but why only 76%? Brad Pitt's not even himself nowadays...hahahaha...may be the glasses...Anyway...all of you should try it out! Have fun with your &lt;em&gt;twins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...*wink*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: A new song is playing on the Juke Box! It's &lt;strong&gt;"Always On Your Side"&lt;/strong&gt; by Sheryl Crow &amp;amp; Sting...this is a song that really make me fall in love at first sight...or...when I first listened to it...took me some time to find...cause not that well-known and I only have its chorus to start with...but it's worth it! Enjoy and give me your opinions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-3811794662395651988?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3811794662395651988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=3811794662395651988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/3811794662395651988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/3811794662395651988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/05/celebrity-messed-up.html' title='Celebrity Messed Up'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RlvjEkfFzWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zjGyVNCMxuk/s72-c/928331_632143b15db564vk5qb450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-4534329241948028389</id><published>2007-05-26T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:14:48.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juke Box...</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha...finally! I'd just added a new feature to my little bloggie...the Juke Box is right at the bottom of the blog and currently the song is "This Is My Now" by Jordin Sparks, the winner of American Idol Season 6! She rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I think all of us can relate to this song...it's like the beginning of a long journey, a realization that all the hardwork and effort we put in are finally culminating and yet there's still a vast world to explore...also about letting the past go, having no regrets and being optimistic. Well, we are the youths, so I guess we should take on life the best we can, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause this is our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you guys feel the music bugs like I did, the lyric of the song is just under the chatbox...so sing along! Do tell me what you think of the song okay. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-4534329241948028389?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4534329241948028389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=4534329241948028389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/4534329241948028389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/4534329241948028389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/05/juke-box.html' title='Juke Box...'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-4162751540108859006</id><published>2007-05-26T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:59:37.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back &amp; Never Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Arghhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I give up! I give up! Why is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Civilization IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so hard to install?! So many complicated stuffs…sigh…gone were the days when you just slap the CD in and you can start playing. Now, it’s crack this…copy that…extract this…restore that…ARGHHH! WTF! I’m bored so let me just play the damn game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh…hahahahaha…hello, sorry…I’m easily frustrated la…especially when I’m bored and the weather is soooooo hot. It’s been two days since I came back from KL, couldn’t find the right time to blog when there’s the American Idol finale to watch. Jordin rocks! Cute too…hehehe&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;…*blushing*…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068774946285931858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rlfn9UfFzVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UFypuEhwV0A/s400/p19mustapa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is the pic that was in the Star Newspaper...hahaha...mind that smug expression...it's the camera man's fault...hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, the scholarship ceremony was fun. I finally met all the other award recipients, they are cool people! But we (the communication scholars) pretty much did all the talking and introducing affair. Here’s a list of the people that I remembered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Tash&lt;/strong&gt; (my outrageously waffle-loving friend)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Julia @ Jules&lt;/strong&gt; (she made an entrance cause she was late for the rehearsel…hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Kean Boon&lt;/strong&gt; (a business dude who sat beside me…AC Nielson sponsored him…doing marketing)&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Daniel&lt;/strong&gt; (another business dude sponsored by DHL…he’s from Kedah too…but now in KL…he studied in Kolej Sultan Abdul Hamid!)&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Kong Hooi&lt;/strong&gt; (simply because his name is exactly the same as my friend’s from high school…)&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Lianne&lt;/strong&gt; (my BRATs mate! The world &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; small…she’s sponsored by Air France…tourism thingy…)&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Jolyn&lt;/strong&gt; (great smile!)&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Sim&lt;/strong&gt; (cool dude but didn’t talk much…and Tash said he’s &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wor…hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Suzzane&lt;/strong&gt; (cute girl…nice braces…hahahaha…)&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Zing Ying&lt;/strong&gt; (Lianne’s friend…very polite and well mannered…)&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Jenric&lt;/strong&gt; (his name is soooo COOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there are more, there are 23 scholars all together, but those above are the ones that I can remember la…not that those not mention is less in any way…other than that, I got to know Desmond, who’s like the coordinator for the whole event, he’s great except when he said I walk like a robot on stage…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068772777327447346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rlfl_EfFzTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QLzEBO8Gja8/s400/Retro_Robot_by_sugarpolyp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...the nerves got me…nervous ma…but that’s only during rehearsal la…he’s a cool dude…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony, we had lunch and just loitered around, some of the scholars got interviewed by some media people…and the coolest thing was, me, Tash, Sim, Lianne, Mei Li and another guy (sorry can’t remember your name…) were invited for a photo shoot for &lt;strong&gt;Campus Life&lt;/strong&gt; magazine! OMG! My first real life photo shoot! And it’s for the magazine’s cover! How cool is that! We had so much fun and jaw cramps from all the smiling we had to do…hahahaha…To top it of, all of us were on national TV, even though it’s only the lame-o &lt;strong&gt;RTM2&lt;/strong&gt; la…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these, I’m most certain that I had made the right choice! Hahaha…I know… &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;“Vanity, thy name is Leonard…”…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S: By the way, I just received your letter! Thanks Pauline for the postcard and the badge &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(“Got Brains?”)…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;love it! So cool and sarcastic…very me…hahaha…and the useful tips…Thanks again! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-4162751540108859006?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4162751540108859006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=4162751540108859006' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/4162751540108859006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/4162751540108859006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-never-better.html' title='Back &amp; Never Better'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rlfn9UfFzVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UFypuEhwV0A/s72-c/p19mustapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-6978999864882363223</id><published>2007-05-20T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T04:45:41.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>KL Beckons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066604656361590050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RlAyF0fFzSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kQRXl-ModLQ/s400/KUL_Kuala_Lumpur_Sultan_Abdul_Samad_Building_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to KL for a few days guys, so won't be blogging that much like always...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll probably go for the office tour and meeting tomorrow, I hope so...Emily still haven't call me to confirm it...I wonder what those Arc Worldwide people gonna be like? Oh, another sholarship holder will join me (I suppose)...sure hope it's Joanne, the others are so boring...hahaha...sorry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The award ceremony is on Tuesday, which is the day after tomorow...so excited! I'll meet Tash and Jules again and also the ever helpful Lili, Emily and Miss Josephine...a lot of camwhoring moments...hahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my bus leave at 11.55 tonight...and I haven't pack anything yet! I'll surely miss my blog and you guys! Wish me a safe journey okay...gotta go, there's lot to pack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-6978999864882363223?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6978999864882363223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=6978999864882363223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/6978999864882363223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/6978999864882363223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/05/kl-beckons.html' title='KL Beckons'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RlAyF0fFzSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kQRXl-ModLQ/s72-c/KUL_Kuala_Lumpur_Sultan_Abdul_Samad_Building_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-8065408506592756206</id><published>2007-05-18T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T01:35:50.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Haircut</title><content type='html'>I've been getting quite a lot of &lt;em&gt;motivations &lt;/em&gt;from you guys to post about my recent haircut, I was a bit tired from the last picture post (or &lt;em&gt;camwhore&lt;/em&gt; post according to Pauline) because it took a long time to have the pictures uploaded...sigh...frustration comes easily for me hahaha...even now the pics are still uploading like snails...any suggestions to make them go faster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my haircut, well, I usually get it done at a Malay barber shop for RM3 only...but that was when I have to have the very unflattering "crew-cut" hair because it's the school rule...it make me look as if I'm attending military school! But since graduation, I've been letting my hair grow long (everyone is doing it...it's like a sign of liberation after all those years of hair-opression...hahaha...) and have been frequenting this posh saloon called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Red2"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Wow, my first time there was totally unforgettable, my hair have never been so appreciated! The way they wash it, cut it, blow dry it...it's hair-heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy who cuts my hair is Jack...his hairstyles keep changing everytime I go there! Such FUN! The only thing I hate is when he wash my hair...when he lift my head to wash the back, his pinky (with &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;sharp&lt;/strong&gt;...fingernail) will always scratch my forehead...damn &lt;em&gt;sakit! &lt;/em&gt;And he kept asking me to dye my hair...I wanted to, but Mum and Dad will definitely go balistic on me...sigh...maybe in KL...hehehehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, no major changes to my hairstyle though from the last one. It is indeed shorter than last time...not so messy I guess...but still, Jack told me that it's not what kind of hairstyle you sport, but it's more of how you style it to suit the image you want to portray. Very &lt;em&gt;deep&lt;/em&gt; lo...Okay, these are the pics that you guys have been waiting for...only some la and my various looks hahaha...don't want post so many pics...or else &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; say I camwhore pulak...hahahaha~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/nomal-front-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's how it look like from the front...shorter at the sides...cause my hair will &lt;em&gt;"kembang"&lt;/em&gt; la...outta control hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/normal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now, here's the sideway-look, I'm keeping the sideburns and am totally in love with my fringe (is that the correct term?)...How? Nice ore not? Better than &lt;em&gt;"durian-head"&lt;/em&gt; kut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's the looks that I like...some are just plain silly la...hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/punk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I normally would style my hair like this la...spiky hair...messy and just-got-outta-bed effects...it's more towards &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Punk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; la in a way...but it's cool! at least I think so...wakakaka. It's easy to do as well...sometimes I don't even have to look at the mirror...hahaha...very flexible la...how's the pose? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Punk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; enough? Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/business.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Executive a.k.a. Sophisticated Businessman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; look. Have been sporting this style quite often lately, what with all those interviews and public speaking-thingy (I know...&lt;em&gt;thingy&lt;/em&gt;...so what?!). And that's my own business suit! Bought it yesterday...cause I'm attending the Oscars...hahaha...no la...it's for the Taylor's Scholarship award ceremony la...having a business suit is always good...so how? Dashing? Suave? Debonair? Hahahaha...I so vain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I admit the following look is just for fun la...or in Pauline's term, it's just a &lt;em&gt;camwhore&lt;/em&gt; pic muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/nerd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the ultimate &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Nerdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; look! Hahahaha...just wanna be silly la. That's my Dad's glasses by the way...I have perfect visison mind you. Love the tie over shoulder and that dumb*ss expression...hahahaha...now I'm officially &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Nerdy Nard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; liao...Oh I tried my best to do the mid-parting...but my hair's too short la...so not so obvious lo...you can stop laughing now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's about it la...it's just a normal haircut. You guys are so interested...wow my hair is famous now! Wakakaka~...hope you guys like it! Now, I'm hooked with camwhoring la...it's your fault Pauline! Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-8065408506592756206?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8065408506592756206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=8065408506592756206' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/8065408506592756206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/8065408506592756206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/05/haircut.html' title='The Haircut'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-6350901723042047401</id><published>2007-05-17T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:57:54.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>Dad's Adventure in Gerik</title><content type='html'>Hmmph!...I'm bored la...everybody is starting school already. I feel so left out, July is still a long way away...I wonder what I should do. Sorry la guys, life has been sooooooo boring lately that nothing worth blogging about had happened...oh, about the "Haircut" post, I'm working on it la...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, here are some photos from my Dad expedition to Gerik, Perak. I was supposed to go with him, but I have to go for Taylor's interview...bummer right? Anyway enjoy the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065754952916651122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rk0tSkfFzHI/AAAAAAAAACk/fotJveO5yeA/s400/e9bd2f5e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The expedition members...mostly MCA's people la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065757310853696642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rk0vb0fFzII/AAAAAAAAACs/rWQgiNybT4k/s400/e9bd35b8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Boat ride to the &lt;strong&gt;orang&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;asli &lt;/strong&gt;village...so cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065758260041469074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rk0wTEfFzJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/igzdj3-2RdE/s400/e9bd35a8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Arriving&lt;strong&gt;..."look up there in the sky, it's a bird...it's a plane...it's the SUN la...wakakaka~"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065759677380676770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rk0xlkfFzKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LpMHnIME9LU/s400/e9bd33ac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My Dad...giving toys to the children...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065760093992504498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rk0x90fFzLI/AAAAAAAAADE/DzdCtk6dVn4/s400/e9bd3362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;That toy he's giving was my christmas present from him...it's great that little gestures can bring such joy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065761524216614082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rk0zREfFzMI/AAAAAAAAADM/XGhsnPD2lJc/s400/e9bd335b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My cousin's toy turtle also managed to spread some goodwill...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065763993822809298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rk01g0fFzNI/AAAAAAAAADU/q62Evxh4xWo/s400/e9bd3092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;After roaming the village...now it's as I said &lt;strong&gt;"Let's makan!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065766356054822114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rk03qUfFzOI/AAAAAAAAADc/EURFIXVLbp0/s400/e9bd30a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Then it's swimming time...no skinny-dipping allowed though...wakakaka~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065767451271482610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rk04qEfFzPI/AAAAAAAAADk/JKr87xSsl9A/s400/e9bd35a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The villagers...how simple life is for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065768022502132994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rk05LUfFzQI/AAAAAAAAADs/YXWcLxKW90c/s400/e9bd2f42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Sometimes, we forget how fortunate we are until we met those who are less fortunate than us, but they seemed happier in their own way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065768709696900370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rk05zUfFzRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/om5gykoHmhk/s400/e9bd33e8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The grass will always be greener on the other side, but still it's not a desert we are in...let's be grateful shall we?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Oh...Dad is bringing me to a Thai cultural event soon (3oth of May)...he said it's like a tribute to their ancestors...it's sound interesting...and there's a promise of photos galore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-6350901723042047401?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6350901723042047401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=6350901723042047401' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/6350901723042047401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/6350901723042047401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/05/dads-adventure-in-gerik.html' title='Dad&apos;s Adventure in Gerik'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rk0tSkfFzHI/AAAAAAAAACk/fotJveO5yeA/s72-c/e9bd2f5e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-1895158070805518878</id><published>2007-05-15T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T11:21:24.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged! Again...</title><content type='html'>Oh...another tag-thingy by Paulene...hahaha...let's see...hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things found in my bag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;hair styling wax (I'm soooo vain!)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;handphone...gotta keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Benzac cream (there's always a chance of a major breakouts!)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;organiser (a not-so-little black book to write some important and crappy stuffs)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;extra memory card...just in case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things found in your wallet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;MyKad / IC&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;BP Lab blood test card...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;taxi service card for Penang and KL...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;newspaper cuttings of the contacts of Star Newspaper's "Weekender" section...maybe I'll have my first byline soon...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 favourite things in your room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;my bed with extra pillows!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;the computer...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;books and comics...pilling all over the place...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;my own drawings&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;my &lt;em&gt;junks...&lt;/em&gt;photos, games, CDs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things you’ve always wanted to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;get a laptop...soon...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;go shopping crazy for a day with unlimited cash...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;visit some remote corners of the world...backpacking...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;publish a book...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;join more youth organizations and make wacky, outragous friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things you’re currently into&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;animals...especially cats...&lt;em&gt;miao~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;campus life...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;joining Taylor's college press team...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;getting into Student Council...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;experiencing life in KL --- The City Of Lights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 person that you tagged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Leonard&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Leonard&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Leonard&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Leonard&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Leonard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-1895158070805518878?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1895158070805518878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=1895158070805518878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/1895158070805518878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/1895158070805518878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/05/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged! Again...'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-3223531832043562737</id><published>2007-05-15T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T05:45:33.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>My Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry about the absence from the blogsphere, I’ve been thinking very hard lately and making some difficult decision about the next step of my life. I’ve finally made up my mind and I’m so relieve now and also very happy with the choice that I’d made…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m talking about the dilemma of choosing between the Taylor’s scholarship and the JPA scholarship. First of all, I would like to thanks all my friends, fellow bloggers and voters who had been so helpful by giving me their thoughts, opinions and suggestions. I appreciate it very much. I would also like to apologize to Tash, Doreen, Wei Fen, Pn. Chan and Miss Josephine, the people that I constantly bugged because I believe in their judgments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after thinking it through, I have decided to choose…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064767325224402594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RkmrDEoBfqI/AAAAAAAAACc/SZTWPRphaa4/s400/clip_image002.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose this scholarship because I like the degree offered, whereas when I applied for JPA, I have to choose International Relations because it’s the nearest I can get to the field of communications…even though studying in Canada is very tempting, I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for settling for second-best choice. There are so many reasons for choosing this scholarship and I’m determined to do the best I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m fully aware that some people think that I’m mad for giving up the chance to have my study overseas. I don’t blame them though, they are not me, so they can’t possibly fully understand what I have in mind. But I’m glad, that they actually cared…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in my choice and nothing can change that, because once I believe, I’ll have the will and then I’ll have the drive to make the best of it. Indeed, I’m very blessed with wonderful opportunities like these and also family and friends that had given me guidance all this while…Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-3223531832043562737?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3223531832043562737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=3223531832043562737' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/3223531832043562737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/3223531832043562737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-choice.html' title='My Choice'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RkmrDEoBfqI/AAAAAAAAACc/SZTWPRphaa4/s72-c/clip_image002.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-2212735481369959749</id><published>2007-05-13T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:45:31.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My Mum is great because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Mum is great because she disagrees with my silly ideas, because she disapproves of my stupid actions, because she scolds me when I'm wrong, because she nags me when I'm lazy, because she lectures me when I'm rude, because she treats me like a baby, because she never gives me freedom, because she likes to say "you are grounded" for tiny mistakes that I made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly, my Mum is great because even if she knows that I'll hate her for what she did, she still does it, because she knows it's the best for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064256361555132050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RkfaVEoBfpI/AAAAAAAAACU/cPzBuI41og0/s400/Loving_Mother_BW_by_dpakoh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aren't they cute?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-2212735481369959749?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2212735481369959749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=2212735481369959749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/2212735481369959749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/2212735481369959749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-mum-is-great-because.html' title='My Mum is great because...'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RkfaVEoBfpI/AAAAAAAAACU/cPzBuI41og0/s72-c/Loving_Mother_BW_by_dpakoh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-8283722626413835048</id><published>2007-05-11T03:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T03:27:56.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemmas Galore!</title><content type='html'>OMG! My head is gonna explode! I got the Public Service Department Scholarship or more commonly known as JPA…so now how? Some of you guys should know that I’ve got the Taylor’s Worldclass Scholarship and will be going for my foundation in July, but now…I got JPA pulak…sigh…how to choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh…headache…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just to give you guys some perspective of my dilemma, here are the pros and cons…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Taylor’s Worldclass Scholarship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;Course :&lt;/strong&gt; 1 year foundation in Communication and 3 years BA of Communication &amp; Media Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;Location :&lt;/strong&gt; Talylor’s College, School of Communication, Petaling Jaya, Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;Tuition fees:&lt;/strong&gt; 100% tuition fee waiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;Estimated expenses:&lt;/strong&gt; RM50,000 ++ for 4 years (miscellaneous fees, lodging &amp;amp; allowance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;Personal remarks:&lt;/strong&gt; I’ll be able to study what I like and at the same time have a more flexible degree as I can go into journalism, advertising, PR, media planning…etc. Upon graduation, I’ll have an internship with Arc Worldwide which is an international communication company under the infamous Leo Burnett firm. However, living expenses are high and should be considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Public Service Department Scholarship (JPA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;Course:&lt;/strong&gt; 1 year Canadian Pre-U and 4 years for BA of International Relations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;Location:&lt;/strong&gt; Malaysia (Pre-U), Canada (degree studies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;Tuition fees:&lt;/strong&gt; 100% tuition fee waiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;Estimated expenses:&lt;/strong&gt; Unknown, but allowance will be given by the ministry for lodging, miscellaneous fees and living expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;Personal remark:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, it’s Canada for God sake’s! Definitely will benefit from the exposure and studying in a different country is like a dream come true. But, I’m a little unsure of the course given and the career prospects that come upon graduation. Will be bonded to serve the country (Malaysia) if the needs arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? Which should I choose? Okay, I know you guys can’t make any decision for me…but what if you guys are in my shoes right now? Which one will be your choice? To make it easier, I’m posting a poll for you guys to vote. It’s on the right corner, just above my profile-thingy, it start this very moment and will end by tomorrow…so vote! Vote! Vote! And give me your most honest and unbiased opinions okay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: I hope to know more about Social science and International Relations, so if any of you have any info, please let me know okay? Thanks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-8283722626413835048?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8283722626413835048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=8283722626413835048' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/8283722626413835048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/8283722626413835048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/05/dilemmas-galore_11.html' title='Dilemmas Galore!'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-3241864382975380170</id><published>2007-05-10T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T05:50:20.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Stalker</title><content type='html'>I have a stalker!!! I’m not kidding. It’s real and very freaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not a &lt;em&gt;“stalker”&lt;/em&gt; stalker, but more of like a &lt;em&gt;“megalomaniac-admirer”&lt;/em&gt; stalker or something like that. I’ve known about this quite some time now, and have been thinking about it very often lately. I only told Alex and Sheng about it, because they are guys so they probably can relate. But now, I just need to get it all out of my system before it freaked me out…here goes nothing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the whole story when I went back to Keat Hwa (my secondary school) for the Chorals Speaking competition last month. Sheng, Alex and I were waiting for the competition result to be announced when a girl signaled for me to meet her outside the hall. She’s a prefect and my junior, so I thought she just wanted to say hi or something. But then she asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you know SG?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SG is short for “Stalker Girl”, I don’t really know her name, and she’s only a brief acquaintance. So I answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No I don’t think so, maybe I know how she look like but never really got her name. Who is she?” I admit, I sometimes get muddled by other people’s name. So I may know somebody, but I’m clueless about what they are called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story, after I said that, the prefect gave me a very confused look and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really? But SG said the you are her boyfriend.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like “What the f**k!! No, I’m not!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she said “Ya, she said you even went to her house during &lt;em&gt;Hari Raya&lt;/em&gt; wearing a blue &lt;em&gt;baju Melayu &lt;/em&gt;with &lt;em&gt;songkok&lt;/em&gt; and her Dad gave you RM50 for &lt;em&gt;duit raya&lt;/em&gt;…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my lord! Me? Going to a total stranger’s house? So I told her “No, that’s totally not true, it’s b*llshit la! Don’t believe her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s not the end to it, the prefect also told me that “SG even said that you bought her a RM49.99 Westlife CD as a birthday gift and stashed it at the guardhouse so she can get it after school…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God sake’s who is this SG?!! She’s such a liar and a very good one too…all those details…WTF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told my junior “Never believe what she said about me, cause they are all lies la…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was like “Really? I totally believe her…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, a very crappy teacher came and told my junior to go back to her class and I went back into the hall and told Alex all about it (Sheng went back as I was speaking to the prefect).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I told you I have a stalker…but as always, I managed to find something funny about SG’s tall tales, if her Dad gave me RM50 for &lt;em&gt;duit raya&lt;/em&gt; and I bought her a RM49.99 CD, then I’m only left with 10 sen to spare…&lt;em&gt;rugi la!&lt;/em&gt; Wakakaka...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ops...yala...it's only 1 sen...thanks Iwan...&lt;em&gt;malu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, SG really freaked me out la…haven’t she heard of some healthy courtship?...Sigh…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-3241864382975380170?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3241864382975380170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=3241864382975380170' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/3241864382975380170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/3241864382975380170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/05/stalker.html' title='Stalker'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-611287205648024664</id><published>2007-05-07T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T06:45:01.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Jeans Hunting</title><content type='html'>As you guys know, I went shopping/jeans hunting yesterday, right? Well, it’s not that smooth like I wanted it to be…but here’s what happened…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/waiting1-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Waiting at Pekan Rabu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started out with waiting for Dad to fetch me to City Plaza at home, he was supposed to fetch me at 9.30 a.m. but he was late and only came back home to pick me up at 10 a.m. I was a little annoyed since he was late and I’m afraid that Sheng might be mad at me because I told him to meet up at 10 a.m. Eventually, I reach the plaza by 10.30 a.m., which was 30 minutes late. Luckily Sheng was okay with it, we took our breakfast at McD’s…apple pies only…After that, we kinda just loitered around waiting for her aunt to fetch us to Alor Star Mall…basically, my day began with a lot of waiting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I received a SMS from Alex, saying that he won’t be able to join us because he was down with diarrhea --- aiyo!--- which was a major halt to our plan cause Alex is the only one with driving license and was supposed to drive us around town. Not long after that, Apple (Chai Ping, you need a Christian name la…from now on I’ll call u Apple…hehehe) also said she won’t be coming…she said it was inconvenient for her, I knew she wanted to come out and hang out badly… but I guess she thought that she would be bothering me and Sheng, which was so not the case… it’s no fun la… sometimes the more the merrier ma…In the end, only left me and Sheng, two shopping freaks nia…sigh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/IMG_0378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and Sheng...do we really look alike? No la...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;However, I decided that I should make the best out of the worst. So, while waiting for his aunt to come, Sheng and I just went on a little detour to the Pekan Rabu Bazaar, which I honestly never been to in my 18 years of life in Kedah. Unlike always, I insisted that we use the overbridge &lt;em&gt;(jejantas)&lt;/em&gt; to get across to the bazaar. And then an idea hit me and we took this picture of me…doing an Iwan-pose…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/iwan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is for Iwan...I did my best to pose like he did on the suspension bridge in one of his pics on his site...hahaha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pekan Rabu Bazaar is a little crowded to me, and most of the stuffs they sell at every store are very much alike…some traditional Malay tidbits, &lt;em&gt;baju Melayu, songkok &lt;/em&gt;and many more…One thing I liked about this place is the mosaic floor and walls which give the place a mysterious, bluish atmosphere. We didn’t really stay there for a long time, since the weather was hot and there’s no air conditioning in the bazaar, which made it twice hotter than outside…so we kinda just window shop very quickly…and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/pekanrabu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pekan Rabu Bazaar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At first, we planned to take a bus back to Pacific (another mall) after we’re done shopping at Alor Star Mall, but then the weather seemed to be very bad, dark clouds and overcast…so it might rain sooner or later, so instead of being drench to our skin while walking to the bus stop, I called Xin Yi, my cousin to fetch us to the nearby bus stop…just in case it rains, fortunately she agreed! Well, she just got her own car…so she’s more than willing to try it out…wahahaha…However, it never rained…&lt;em&gt;buat suspens saja la…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/hotelsumsun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will it rain soon?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/alley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;A snapshot of colors...just a random pic I took...love the bright colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess what! I manage to find two pairs of great jeans that only cost me RM75 both! It’s an awesome bargain! I bought the jeans at Jefferson in Alor Star Mall. As the saying goes, a picture speak of a thousand words, so here some pics of the jeans…it’s a lttle blurry though…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/IMG_0404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Nice le...i like the grey one the most!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/IMG_0405.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is how it looks from front...plain..with some fraying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/jeans2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is the back...I really like the embroideries on the back pocket...kinda ethnic... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/IMG_0407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;A closer look at the patterns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 2.30 in the afternoon, we met up with Xin Yin who drove us to the bus stop opposite Simpang Kuala and we took a bus back to City Plaza and then walk for about 10 minutes to Pacific for lunch. We took our lunch at Wah Tua Guan, which is a Chinese herbal soup restaurant. We ate rice with Ginseng Chicken and Rainbow Roll. Very yummy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/IMG_0400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Let's makan!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Now you see it, now you don't...hahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/IMG_0401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm one happy customer...remind me of Paulene...wakakaka....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we just hang out and went to the arcade for some fun! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b38/llxl/IMG_0402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Sheng: Not so fast, not so furious la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day out was not really what I had in mind…but I did manage to get the jeans that I needed so badly…hahaha…Hey, who’s up for another day out before I go to KL? Wanna have my own farewell party ma…any suggestions? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-611287205648024664?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/611287205648024664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=611287205648024664' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/611287205648024664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/611287205648024664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/05/jeans-hunting.html' title='Jeans Hunting'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-8771564120920194366</id><published>2007-05-07T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T09:22:21.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged...Ahhh!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged, this time by Esther...hahaha...in a way it's a good distration before I post my entry about jeans hunting...crappy connections and arduous uploads have been bugging me lately...sigh...have fun those of you who I've tagged...ngek~ngek~ngek~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Honestly what color is your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Red, white and black...it's my secondary school's sport tee...been wearing it to bed for years...since I never really wear it at school, cause I always skip PE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Honestly, whats on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&gt; I'm thinking if I'm the only one with sucky connections and the only one who can't get into photobucket for ages...now I hafta wait hours for my pics to upload...ARGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Honestly, what are you doing right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Honestly, this is a very &lt;em&gt;dumb&lt;/em&gt; question. I'm definitely blogging la...duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Honestly, have you ever been in love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Yes. With a lot of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Honestly, have you done something bad today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Err...yeah! I lied a lot today...hahaha...and manipulated someone...hehehehe...(evil laughter trailing away...)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Honestly, do you watch disney channel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Sure. Who don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Honestly, who is the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&gt; My Mum. I was complaining to her about how lame the bus service in Alor Star is, and to tell her I'll be late for dinner because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Honestly, are you jealous of somebody right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Me jealous? JEALOUS? Nah...never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Honestly, what makes you mad most of the time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Not getting my way...or when people I asked for help turned out to be &lt;em&gt;"orang yang tak boleh diharap"...&lt;/em&gt;then I'll hafta take the shit they'd make and redo the initial plans or ideas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Honestly, do you bite your nails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Honestly, do you use anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Yeah...have always been using people in my life...what? I'm not mean...take it back!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Honestly, do you want to see someone this very moment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; No...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Honestly, do you have a friend you don’t like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; If I don't like, then I don't make friend with them la...but I got some friends who are of a different wavelength with mine...nothing in common whatsoever...so lots of awkward silences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Honestly, do you love anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; My Mum, my Dad, my cats, myself and my future gf...wakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Honestly, does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Walao...I awkward liao...this is a very sensative issue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIFFERENT EMOTIONS SURVEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Anger Section*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What do you do when you’re mad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Yell! Arghhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Sulk...hmmph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Send threatening SMSs to the person who made me mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What’s the worst thing you’ve done when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Giving the person cold shoulder for weeks or months and send threatening SMSs to make he/she cry...wahahahaha...such pleasure...make me mad la...&lt;em&gt;nanti hang, aku bagi kaw-kaw punya&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Ever made anyone cry when you were mad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Refer to above...sure...numerous times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Do you swear when you are mad ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&gt; I swear, not rude remarks though..more of &lt;em&gt;sumpah&lt;/em&gt;...like hope someone get knocked by lorry and I'll dance on his/her grave...tralalala...lala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. When was the last time you really cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Can't remeber...honest...a long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Sure...when I was younger...everytime my cat die lo...sad ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;strong&gt;. What usually makes you cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Death &amp; frustration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Are you normally a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Very happy...wahahahahahahaha...hehehehe...hihihihi...hohohoho....muahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Does being with your friends make you happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Sure, but I always need some alone time too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Have anyone to be tagged after you’ve been?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Hehehehehe...I tag Iwan, Paulene and Chai Ping!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-8771564120920194366?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8771564120920194366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=8771564120920194366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/8771564120920194366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/8771564120920194366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-been-taggedahhh.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged...Ahhh!'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-6534300396246717299</id><published>2007-05-05T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:46:02.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Jeans...</title><content type='html'>I'm in dire need of a pair of jeans. My old ones are over-washed and the one I bought in Hatyai is so damn tight. If I meet that man who sold me the jeans, I'll definitely stranggle him with the denim! &lt;em&gt;Geramnya~...&lt;/em&gt; I'm going shopping tommorow, hopefully I'll find that perfect pair of jeans. I recently found out that D&amp;G has some great jeans, but bloody expensive! Hmm...I'll keep on dreaming la...for the moment, here are some examples of to-die-for jeans...in my opinion that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061323233899412946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1uqkoBfdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sJK_qKx2jKQ/s400/00510m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nice denim, love the color...cool shades as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1xUUoBfnI/AAAAAAAAACE/E93O4LhjUGw/s1600-h/00100m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061326150182207090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1xUUoBfnI/AAAAAAAAACE/E93O4LhjUGw/s400/00100m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Simple but stylish with baby bluish wash...and leather top...so &lt;em&gt;keng&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1xDUoBfmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vEcdpNAWjoQ/s1600-h/00480m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061325858124430946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1xDUoBfmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vEcdpNAWjoQ/s400/00480m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another good example of denim with denim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1wmEoBfkI/AAAAAAAAABs/9Mf08RflOCA/s1600-h/00280m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061325355613257282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1wmEoBfkI/AAAAAAAAABs/9Mf08RflOCA/s400/00280m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darker color look great, just a simple bright t-shirt and we'll hit the town baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061324951886331426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1wOkoBfiI/AAAAAAAAABc/kKwj5BHIUTY/s400/00210m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Love the wash...minimal fraying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061324195972087282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1vikoBffI/AAAAAAAAABE/zsfiXnALCHg/s400/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooo...lighter tone, fabulous details...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1wb0oBfjI/AAAAAAAAABk/MLINC07qNOE/s1600-h/00240m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061325179519598130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1wb0oBfjI/AAAAAAAAABk/MLINC07qNOE/s400/00240m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skinny jeans never looked this good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1wA0oBfhI/AAAAAAAAABU/KxI5XZizIG0/s1600-h/00030m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061324715663130130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1wA0oBfhI/AAAAAAAAABU/KxI5XZizIG0/s400/00030m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cool! But kinda not so practical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1u6koBfeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_ui5QdgLmWQ/s1600-h/00290m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061323508777319906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1u6koBfeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_ui5QdgLmWQ/s400/00290m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little baggy, goes a long way...dude...love the faux fur!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1uUkoBfcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vmTf8lWbscc/s1600-h/00060m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061322855942290882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1uUkoBfcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vmTf8lWbscc/s400/00060m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful vertical lines...make you look taller ma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061326330570833538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1xe0oBfoI/AAAAAAAAACM/eaDkApUYYIo/s400/00170m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kinda nice...but you won't caught me wearing these shorts anytime soon...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts about jeans:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. You don't have to wash a pair of jeans regularly, once in 3 months would be sufficient...depend on how you take care of it la...last advice, better wash if it stinks...hahahaha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Wear your new jeans to bed! Sleep in them to soften the fabric for a better fit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now have to go and crack my piggy bank liao...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-6534300396246717299?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6534300396246717299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=6534300396246717299' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/6534300396246717299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/6534300396246717299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/05/jeans.html' title='Jeans...'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/Rj1uqkoBfdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sJK_qKx2jKQ/s72-c/00510m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-1380675456389481199</id><published>2007-05-04T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T04:29:34.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Social Outcast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060650212524129698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RjsKjkoBfaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hhVnuhU1w0s/s400/Social_Outcast_by_superchickenn123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent trip to KL was fun but something awkward did happen. It was the day of my scholarship interview at Taylor’s College in Petaling Jaya and my friend, X accompanied me there. As we arrived by taxi, I realized that X acted somewhat rigid and look very uncomfortable. I didn’t ask much since I was quite nervous about the whole interview, so I let it be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things got worse. We were walking around campus trying to find my interview venue which was at Level 5 of Block B3 and I wanted to go up and look around since it’s still early, so I walked towards the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, X turned to me and said “Why don’t we try the lifs?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instinctively, I asked him “What’s the difference of using the escalator and the lifts. Since the escalator is near, why not use it?”. X kept quiet, but I knew something was bothering X. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes had passed and we still couldn’t find the place, so I called Emily who was in charged of the scholarship interview. She told me to meet her at the reception which happened to be nearby. I told X that we have to go to the reception and X asked me whether he can just wait for me outside. Can you imagine that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked X “Why wanna wait outside? Damn hot. Inside got air-con ma.” X kept quiet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then I was quite pissed of by X’s sudden stubbornness. So I told X to spill-it-out and tell me what the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And X said “So many rich kids studying here, feel so stressed la. Can’t seem to fit in with them”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you intimidated by them? That’s like so dumb. Who cares if they are rich, they are still human. If you feel that it’s a big deal, then act rich la.” I said, a bit taken aback by X’s low self-esteem and realizing that the escalator and reception area are full of loitering students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But X insisted on waiting outside and I gave up persuading him. After my interview, X seemed more relaxed and we went for lunch at Bar BQ Plaza. We had a mutual agreement to not argue about his strange behavior anymore. Sigh…X should be more confident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident got me thinking not only about self-esteem, but also about stereotyping certain people or places or issues. So it’s a private institution or private college, but that doesn’t mean that it’s only for the rich and famous. Many are scholarship holders, if you really have what it takes, nobody cares about your financial background. However, I found that most Malaysians do stereotype a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experimented by wearing a singlet, shorts and sneakers for a day out at Time Square and everybody was staring at me, some whispered to their friends and some even giggles behind my back. All this time, those same people were acting seemingly&lt;em&gt; normal&lt;/em&gt; towards a European tourist who has the same dress code as mine. Why? People stereotypes. It’s okay for foreigners to wear like that, but it’s not normal for me to do the same? What freakin’ rule is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t judge others by their appearance or environment. I don’t think we have the right to categorize other people into groups. And if everyone is as easily intimidated as X, then everyone will be a social outcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t think people are stupid by how they look, because if they are geniuses, they’ll say how stupid you are to think of them that way. Who’s stupid now?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-1380675456389481199?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1380675456389481199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=1380675456389481199' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/1380675456389481199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/1380675456389481199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/05/social-outcast.html' title='Social Outcast'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RjsKjkoBfaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hhVnuhU1w0s/s72-c/Social_Outcast_by_superchickenn123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-7491269764504305399</id><published>2007-05-03T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T11:02:01.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>"Chiak ho liao"</title><content type='html'>Dad’s friend came to our house just now, as we were about to start dinner and went to the kitchen/dining room to say hi to mum and asked Mum what she’d cooked for dinner. He asked whether tonight we are going to &lt;em&gt;“chiak ho liao”&lt;/em&gt; — eat gourmet food — for dinner. I think he meant to compliment Mum, but Mum seemed to feel more offended that delighted. She did manage to cover up her annoyance though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad soon left with his friend, Uncle Choon to go to someone’s funeral and Mum and I continued with dinner. Halfway through dinner, Mum told me that it’s very bad manner to barge into someone’s kitchen and look at what they are eating. She told me she wouldn’t do it and personally can’t accept it. No wonder Mum seemed offended, it all made sense…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as always I have my own theory. In a way, yes it is not good to interrupt others during mealtimes, but I guess Mum might be just a little too defensive. Who wouldn’t be, when all she cooked was some curried cabbage and lots of fried fish. And here was Uncle Choon talking about “&lt;em&gt;chiak ho liao”. &lt;/em&gt;Mum has never really been a good cook and she never really did bother about it, she even fried fishes in bulk so that our cats will have their share as soon as we are done with ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mum might feel uncomfortable when others get a look at her cooking prowess, which in this case was Uncle Choon and got a little annoyed about his &lt;em&gt;“chiak ho liao”&lt;/em&gt; comment. Imagine, if Mum is like Bree from Desperate Housewives, I don’t think she would mind anyone walking in during dinner. Maybe, she’ll even invite them for dinner because she’s the epitome of &lt;em&gt;“chiak ho liao”&lt;/em&gt; when it comes to family dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060325611780799890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RjnjVUoBfZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/31J6ILlm4ds/s400/bree.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-7491269764504305399?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7491269764504305399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=7491269764504305399' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/7491269764504305399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/7491269764504305399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/05/chiak-ho-liao.html' title='&quot;Chiak ho liao&quot;'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gV_QTwYG8r4/RjnjVUoBfZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/31J6ILlm4ds/s72-c/bree.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544520410189819379.post-8296889160341707467</id><published>2007-05-01T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T22:51:07.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat tales'/><title type='text'>a tale of two TVs</title><content type='html'>It is a well known fact that my family members are procrastinators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t register at any driving school since January and all my friends can now drive with ease. Mum still can’t find time to shop for textiles so that she can start her own label and Dad, well he just sent in his income tax form yesterday, which is in the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But worst of all, none of my parents have taken the initiative to buy a new TV. I being financially inadequate, is totally out of this story…Let me explain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened not so long ago, the day after I returned from KL. It was about 8 p.m. and like always I switched on the ancient SETRON telly that is much older than myself. Old enough to be considered antique. However, unlike the normal pictures and sounds that normal TV would make, all I got was white noise and a pitch black screen. White noise. Black screen. Ironic…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few attempts to revive SETRON, Mum came running to the living room (I was hitting SETRON with my fist) and told me that our beloved telly had broken down. The reason, Bigboy had pissed on it and most probably soaked up all the wires which eventually gone ka-boom! Bigboy is one of our cats, in case you are wondering. Poor SETRON, from telly to toilet in the mercy of a feline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum told me to use the other TV in our house, an equally ancient television with the brand — QUINTRIX. Are we the only family using all these weird brands? Just like her name, QUINTRIX acted like a queen. She kept changing channel on her own accord and if she don’t feel like showing the program, she’ll give you a blank screen but with the sound just to make you more frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s three days ago, SETRON is still sitting atop his shelves, comatose. While QUINTRIX sit beside him, being the TV diva that she is. I’ll miss SETRON and I’ll probably learn to love QUINTRIX but I think it’s time for a new TV. A SONY maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544520410189819379-8296889160341707467?l=leonardslifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8296889160341707467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544520410189819379&amp;postID=8296889160341707467' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/8296889160341707467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544520410189819379/posts/default/8296889160341707467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardslifestory.blogspot.com/2007/05/tale-of-two-tvs.html' title='a tale of two TVs'/><author><name>leonard leao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00987412259680769578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
