<?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-34986970</id><updated>2012-01-27T06:41:28.752+11:00</updated><category term='Melbourne'/><category term='More craps'/><category term='survey'/><category term='Penang'/><category term='more crap'/><category term='Experiments'/><category term='Graditude'/><category term='Interest'/><category term='Trivia'/><category term='Foods'/><category term='rants'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='Statistic'/><category term='Crap'/><category term='Addictions'/><category term='My unlonely boring life'/><category term='My lonely boring life'/><category term='Excitement'/><title type='text'>Live Your Life to the Fullest</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-7088393963044337882</id><published>2009-03-08T11:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:34:27.307+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>I think I have not update this blog for awhile, and I am sure I won't have the time to write anymore (excuses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am declaring this entry as the last entry for this Live Your Life to the Fullest blog. This does not mean I will not live my life to its fullest, just I don't have the time and strength to write it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick update before I go off forever, I recently got a PhD scholarship from CSIRO! Hence I will be heading to Brisbane at the end of this month. So the mean time, I will be busy with my life, to even write this (excuses again). I will definitely miss Melbourne a lot, especially the St Kilda beach and the wonderful people in this magnificient city...... But I have to go wherever my dream brought me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many stuffs I wanted to tell, but I will leave them for you to ask me personally (for those who knows me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I would like to thanks those who supported me throughout the thick and thin, through moral support or financially (I don't think anyone did for the latter one).  Thank you so much for listening to my ranting, in real life or over here in the blog, or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye/Ciao/Adious/Sayonara/Au Revoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing off-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-7088393963044337882?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7088393963044337882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=7088393963044337882&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7088393963044337882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7088393963044337882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-4022661385332963625</id><published>2009-02-04T16:41:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:06:09.373+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Living On Your Own</title><content type='html'>After being away for so long, I finally get my arse to write something better and nothing about job hunting. Yeah, put that aside, people have heard enough from me the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually going to ramble about the ability to live alone or on your own. Not a lot of people can do that. A lot of people are dependent or just like to stay in their own comfort zone. After staying on my own, I am those other people who can't live with their family anymore. Dread the idea of having to explain everything that I do/did to a second person. This is something I noticed that those people who can't live on their own seems to have very &lt;del&gt;childish&lt;/del&gt; cute ( I am being polite) behavior. Example?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't eat anything that has bone. Need your mommy to de-bone them before you can put them into your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Complain on the weather being too hot while still wearing jeans at home. Or just plain sulking and complaining for no apparent reason. Okay, I might complain nonstop sometimes, but I always look for solutions and way to solve the problem. So there is different between plain complaining and complaining without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cooking by the mean of zapping up frozen foods from the fridge and maybe some juice. Yeah, you will get all the nutrients just by the juice itself! What a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Spend money without thinking, i.e. camera, lifestyle, clothings, and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Drink water upon asked/yelled by your mommy. Don't you think you can go away with not showering, and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Oh waking up only when the sun shine onto your arse. Or with your mom shrieking for you to wake up. I am not saying it for certain days, but almost everyday. Asking parents to wake you up is slightly too pampering. If you can't wake up for the interview, then too bad. The fault is at yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Most of the wrong-doing is not your fault. Yeah, so NOT your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't know what to say anymore. If I do find someone who is like this, I might add to the list. So for now, that will be it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why I hate to stay with my relative (here comes my complain again, run away before you are traumatised by what I have said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate my freedom being restricted. I know when to sleep, and when not to sleep. I don't need you to yell at me to go to sleep. I definitely don't want you to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate the fact my privacy is invaded every hour. Something to do with freedom, but more specific. I don't want you to walk into my room to see me watching &lt;del&gt;porn&lt;/del&gt; (that has not happen yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't like people questioning everything (those nitty gritty stuffs) that I do. I know something they might not be up to a certain standard, but this is what I want it to be done. So be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate reporting my work to another person (those nitty gritty stuffs again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This is the worst one. I hate being treated like a child. I am a young adult now, I definitely don't want to be treated like a kid. All the curfew and restriction could drive me nuts to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess everyone has to adapt for the time being. Those homey kid will have to adapt to their independent life and mine has to adapt to this caged life (for the time being).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-4022661385332963625?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4022661385332963625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=4022661385332963625&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4022661385332963625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4022661385332963625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/living-on-your-own.html' title='Living On Your Own'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-3982465569137597564</id><published>2009-01-25T21:52:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:25:15.637+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Just came back from a reunion dinner with my aunt's side. Very full and could not bother to write any cover letter or resumes, so might as well write this blog which I have abandoned for awhile..... Yeah, the banquet was awesome! Lobsters (I reckon it is only crayfish, I am not going to tell you the different between lobsters and crayfish, to the Australian there are differences), prawns, scallops, etc etc. I am sure my cholesterol level is up to the roof right now..... Better do some exercise tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry guys for abandoning this blog. I have been trying hard to get a job and anything on the way. So I don't have much mood to write anything because I have been writing almost everytime I appear offline. Besides, being addicted to MSN, and people keep messaging me it is not a good thing AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, Happy Chinese New Year! I am still in Melbourne, not going back till March (when Chinese New Year is long gone). To me it is another day. But I am still a Chinese regardless where I am. I will still try to practise what I was told to since I was young. Something to hold on to before I lost myself completely. Which won't happen, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am going to chat with more hot people. Yeah, the weather now is so hot, everyone is hot! Hahahaha. Till then, I am not sure when, but till then! Please hug on your own huggies and wait for my new entry (which could be soon or forever).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-3982465569137597564?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3982465569137597564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=3982465569137597564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3982465569137597564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3982465569137597564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-2287644311705192724</id><published>2009-01-01T20:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:30:16.896+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graditude'/><title type='text'>A New Year with a Bang</title><content type='html'>It is definitely more than A Bang. A few bangs actually! But these stuffs are too raunchy for this &lt;del&gt;pure and innocent&lt;/del&gt; blog of mine. There are heaps of people who think that 2008 is bad. A lot of people experienced their worst (if not worst of the worst) time of their life in 2008. If I were to start complaining, I reckon my 2008 is not as bad as some other people. Who lost their love one, and/or their daily income with 10 mouths to feed, or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose finishing my Honours degree is one of the good event. But things just went down hill later at the end of 2008. Heaps of mates said that 2009 is a new year, that this will be a better year. But is it? I am not sure myself. My future is not bright enough to tell. But it is only a matter of time (so I would like to think). At the same time, this bleak time has brought me some of the unexpected gift that I am so grateful for. These unexpected gift is not a pot of gold. It is a group of friends and family to be exact. Of course I know mates are quite important to me, but these time, they are the one who encouraged me to keep going on, not to lose hope and faith. I would like to think so, my patience is kind of running low though. Another unexpected gift is about myself, which I have said the past entry (too lazy to link it, so find it yourself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is saying 2009 is a better year rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to look at the optimistic side, which I can hardly do it. I know all I need to do is to lift my head up and look at the blue summer sky when I am down. Hoping I can reach the sky while I am barely walking on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, a new year with a quite emotive entry....... I hope this year won't be an emo year for me. I am just too tired, end up being emo because I did not have enough sleep last night. I was partying hard and had only a few hours of sleep. I need to stay awake until maybe 10.30pm because I do not want to wreck my 2009 sleeping pattern......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year mate! I hope it will be a wonderful and joyous year for all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-2287644311705192724?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2287644311705192724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=2287644311705192724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/2287644311705192724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/2287644311705192724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-with-bang.html' title='A New Year with a Bang'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-6415949550094749385</id><published>2008-12-26T17:50:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:47:25.651+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My unlonely boring life'/><title type='text'>The Love Hate Relationship with CK Undies</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: This entry will increase any pro-shopaholic urge to purchase thing out of impulse. If any incident happened, this has nothing to do with this author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas is rather boring occasion for me. This year is mostly dinner with relative on Xmas Eve and watch Christmas TV programs. Xmas itself was beautiful, sunny 25 degree day but no friends wanted to go out with me, they were busy with their Church, so I was left alone......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apart from that, there is something I have been looking forward to! Boxing Day Sales!!!!! I have talked about this day since 2 months ago! Just imagine how anticipating I was! I was hoping I'd have started working, so I can go crazy and start buying all the CK undies that I want. Alas, this dream did not come true. Maybe next year then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I woke up at 6am. Yes, you hear me right, 6 am! And step out of the house 1 hour later with my cousin for the shopping extravaganza! Reached the CBD at 7.30am and it was already quite full with people, especially Myers Supermarket which opened at 5am today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first place we attacked? Underwear section! Most of the size were depleting, but there are still some nice one. Trying to keep myself spending a fortune over there, so I end up buying only ONE CK underwear....... I wasn't very happy about this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, My cousin was having this impulsive purchases cause things were quite cheap over there. And when were at the Basement, he brought more stuffs while I was stuck with oversized short shorts or one size too small short. I was even more pissed......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I finished our very quick morning tea (sushi from Sushi Sushi), I walked into this magnificent shop and I found my Short Shorts!!!!!! I love short shorts (more pictures below), and they actually have size!!!!! So I was out with two lovely purchases!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then followed by a few after that, all in Melbourne Central! So after 6 and half hours of retail therapy we finally gave up. I was kinda broke, but I did not over spent! Which is a Plus!!!! I was planning to spend only $150 for today, looking at the amount of zeros in my bank, and I only spend $140!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was busy shopping, didn't have time to sit and take pictures. So these are the pictures I took when I was going home, and when I am at home (after rejuvenated from my slumber nap!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SVSCDoUwuNI/AAAAAAAABDg/V8i3gfnB9_E/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SVSCDoUwuNI/AAAAAAAABDg/V8i3gfnB9_E/s400/DSC00227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283991261688150226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Levi's outlet store at DFO (Direct Factory Outlets). People acted as if the stuffs in the shops are free. A bloody long queue for Guess shop over there as well..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SVSBwvThnuI/AAAAAAAABDY/MrOmCw_gH3U/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SVSBwvThnuI/AAAAAAAABDY/MrOmCw_gH3U/s400/DSC00228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283990937144499938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My purchases!!!!! I don't know why they are upside down, can't seems to do anything about that. So please don't strain your neck by looking at them. Cause I have them in individual photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SVSBUh1RaNI/AAAAAAAABDQ/xd2yluBF538/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SVSBUh1RaNI/AAAAAAAABDQ/xd2yluBF538/s400/DSC00232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283990452491610322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you see me naked from the reflection? This arvo is a bit hot to wear any tees! Got them cause my old one is spoiled on the day itself. Just so lucky to have this for only $10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SVSAC8iCX9I/AAAAAAAABDI/tF_B9jdZRdU/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SVSAC8iCX9I/AAAAAAAABDI/tF_B9jdZRdU/s400/DSC00235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283989050909417426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Short shorts!!!!! If they have anything shorter, I will have brought them!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SVR_xvrG8WI/AAAAAAAABDA/_JsvNyYNZpI/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SVR_xvrG8WI/AAAAAAAABDA/_JsvNyYNZpI/s400/DSC00236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283988755400028514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My two shirts, I can't seems to find anything I want, and by the time I have mood to buy them, I have already reached my limit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SVR_O27UV9I/AAAAAAAABC4/oNukcr4SYM0/s1600-h/DSC00230-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SVR_O27UV9I/AAAAAAAABC4/oNukcr4SYM0/s400/DSC00230-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283988156051642322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy me with my happy purchases!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-6415949550094749385?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6415949550094749385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=6415949550094749385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6415949550094749385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6415949550094749385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-hate-relationship-with-ck-undies.html' title='The Love Hate Relationship with CK Undies'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SVSCDoUwuNI/AAAAAAAABDg/V8i3gfnB9_E/s72-c/DSC00227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-8921349645628771491</id><published>2008-12-24T14:47:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:53:06.356+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not doing this</title><content type='html'>Yes, you hear me right. I am not going to write what stupid new year resolution this year. I don't reckon I had done any most of the year. Cause I know I won't able to keep the promise (to myself). I can keep promises with other people, but not with myself. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I refuse to make any this year. Even though I refuse, everyone knows what I my resolution is about. I know that myself very well too. Just not going to say it out loud here. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is this again, where people sum up whatever they did for this one whole year. Some of them did it perfectly well, others were just blah...... I did heaps of stuffs this year, and I mostly forgotten what they were. So this year I am not writing this as well. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I don't know what I am going to write about. Maybe I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was going to disclose something very funny. I stay in western suburb of Melbourne, and I usually take public transport to the city CBD. So a few months ago, there is this GOLDEN "KUAN YING", yes, those who know what it is, I cant believe this either. So it is one of the Goddess in Buddhism and Taoism. I don't know which one, don't ask me. So there is this golden Kuan Ying on one of the park next to the railway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always find it interesting to see how people reach when the that golden statue. Curiosity fills their mind, and some were awgh-ing away. Some were so curious that they went look at it with a frowned eye for at least 1 minute. Mind you the train is quite fast, and you don't get to see it for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was there thinking. If it were to be a Huge Silver/Golden Cross. No one will pay attention to that. But because this is something foreign, they were looking with awe and curiosity. So maybe next time when you are on Werribee or Williamstown line, look at your left for the statue and the reaction people have when they see this this. It is sitting between the South Kensington and Footscray station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Merry Xmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-8921349645628771491?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8921349645628771491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=8921349645628771491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8921349645628771491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8921349645628771491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-not-doing-this.html' title='I am not doing this'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-7070567715023087406</id><published>2008-12-14T22:59:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:46:30.348+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My lonely boring life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excitement'/><title type='text'>Crazy and Sick (days)</title><content type='html'>Yay, finally something that is not a complain entry or unemployment related. Oh wait, I just said those words out in the first paragraph, first sentence..... Oh well. Yeah, I am so freaking busy last Friday, Saturday and today! I love my weekends!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was about to say something about last Friday, but since Ammie had already blogged about that, I will just let you read her entry about our night! So go check her blog out! See Ammie I am promoting your blog. You better give me a good Kris Kringle, if we are doing this thing this year. Anyway, I am still sick. Have to go for the show cause I have already brought the ticket, and that's the place I am dying to go. It is called Aunty Mavis in Stocking Stuffer and Tuckey Plucker. That's a cabaret cum musical stand up comedy, nothing about cha cha dance or lifting skirts. By the way Aunty Mavis is played by a guy, I don't think people will want to see his sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say his work is very entertaining, singing Tiger Balm in replacing Jingle Bell. Giving audience his/her "meat pie" or should I say share the meat pie, and his/her rummy balls that she brought from Down Low. That's a very good pun, and she is basically giving out rum balls. I think sometimes it has a lot of gay terminology and jokes! Go check out what Down Low means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was just marvelous, but there were some hiccups. I won't disclose them here, you can ask Ammie what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a lot of shopping, I did most of the walking and someone did most of the shopping. Haha. I am just too broke to shop. Keeping the money till Boxing Day! Bwahaahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes today! Stay back for most of the day, before joining my aunt to her Mahjong Xmas Break-up Party. It is just a normal party with all of the mahjong people having a great dinner and endless amount of wine/champaynes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what so fascinating is, I MET HAMISH BLAKE!!!!! For those who has not heard of Hamish Blake, he is one of the comedian very well known in Australia. He is freaking funny but very down to earth kinda guy. If you want to know more, Google him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we parked just outside Lentil As Anything, one of my favorite restaurants in Melbourne, in St Kilda, I saw this guy that parked at the side of the road. When he came out, I was thinking, he looked so much like Hamish Blake. When he walks towards us, I am so sure He IS Hamish Blake. I was pretty nervous, no chill running through my spine though. And this is what our short conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me: (fractically) Are you Hamish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamish himself: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me: (speechless because I am just stunt and blurred)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamish himself: How are you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me: (he actually asked me how m I going?) I am good! And yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamish himself: Yeah I am good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went our own way. He probably want to grab some tea himself, before his car (MINI COOPER) be towed away. I am so speechless and happy because you rarely get to see any celebrities, let alone someone you really admire. He is the person who cheered my gloomy days and not so good days. If you want to know whether he is cute or not, look at the picture below. He is the one on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SUT4WqOrv1I/AAAAAAAABCU/afvyjDLDA-I/s1600-h/lee_blake_wideweb__470x312,2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SUT4WqOrv1I/AAAAAAAABCU/afvyjDLDA-I/s400/lee_blake_wideweb__470x312,2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279617731361750866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have thought of showing you guys some of his work. But being a computer idiot, I have no idea how to put Youtube up into blogspot. Will try to put my hand into it. So for now, you guys will have to go the link instead.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKSXOr_VbWY"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-7070567715023087406?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7070567715023087406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=7070567715023087406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7070567715023087406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7070567715023087406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/crazy-and-sick-days.html' title='Crazy and Sick (days)'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SUT4WqOrv1I/AAAAAAAABCU/afvyjDLDA-I/s72-c/lee_blake_wideweb__470x312,2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-3962862053974203444</id><published>2008-12-12T16:21:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T11:00:26.989+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm unemployed, I'm single, I'm little lost. So every once in a while, I need to "woo!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- Robin from How I Met Your Mother 4 x 08 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-3962862053974203444?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3962862053974203444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=3962862053974203444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3962862053974203444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3962862053974203444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-unemployed-im-single-im-little-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-6698401565808331145</id><published>2008-12-12T14:20:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:50:44.051+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Emotionless Puppet</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think this couldn't be any worst, and then I was bombarded by even more bad news. I reckon this is the lowest of low. I am sick again....... But this time I am able to walk around, just that I will be coughing and sneezing here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, everyone was having a bad time. Either they are sick, ended their relationship, lost their job (retrenchment because of the idiotic global financial crisis), still unemployed, broke because they need to buy heaps of pressie for their friends and family, etc etc. Well, what I want to discuss today is not about me, I know I have been very pessimistic, but I will try to lift myself out of this. So one of my friend, the cutest couple (so I thought) just broke up because of long distant relationship. *You know who you are, but don't need to show everyone okay? And stop patting on my head, I just wax-ed my hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most people, the girl or the guy will be crying like there is no tomorrow, and the person who called it break, might end up in a hell a lot of trouble (I have seen a lot of drama relationship, kinda hated that). But this is a totally cool one. AMAZING! No drama, So different, So Cool. Hahaha. I am not sure whether each of them are bottling their emotion up, closing it tight with their imaginary bottle cap. When I was talking to them, they SOUNDED so normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it makes me think. Of course I will put my two cents worth because this is my blog after all. I am not just going to announce this for no reason. Whether is this good? You felt sad, but on the surface you looked like a rhinoceros, steady and calm. Is this even any good if you run amok crying like a baby seeking for attentions and begging the person to take you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, people in the public just want to see everyone smiling and happily making their way to the shop for more endless shopping extravaganza. But this is not the case, so I felt. Maybe not to everyone else on earth with a watery eyes, at least to people you are comfortable with. Personally, I will show my sadness to those who are close to me. Then to me, I am another step closer to them, and hopefully they will be the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I am (most of the time) a puppet. I am someone who will not tell everyone what I am feeling. I tends to smile which is the best device to hide my sorrow and trouble catastrophe to people I barely know. Cause to me they don't need to see this, it might just freak them out. I will only out my emotion to people I am close! Is this the apathy route of an adult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one want to be an emotionless puppet, and I am not comfortable with hyper-emotive puppets. What do you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure whether should I keep this blog name as "Live Your Life to the Fullest" cause I felt like I am not living it to the fullest now. Maybe I am, maybe I am not, I am confused. We will see! Only time will tell and mend this open-wound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-6698401565808331145?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6698401565808331145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=6698401565808331145&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6698401565808331145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6698401565808331145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/emotionless-puppet.html' title='Emotionless Puppet'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-4162713661968046343</id><published>2008-12-07T15:08:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:25:10.845+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled to Randomness</title><content type='html'>I was planning to complain about my day last Thursday, it was a terrible day. But I think I should not disclose it here. Cause over here it is full of negativity, and I am not a negative/pessimistic person (I hope I am not sometimes). Besides I have complaint that to fair amount of people (those that I seek for TLC). So I am all good now, and not going to think and throw any tantrum everywhere. I sometimes can act childishly but trying hard not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot these days, even I am still looking for a job and not going anywhere. I think this is the phase of life where you learn about everything that's around you. Instead of looking for the cure for a certain disease or just getting the daily bread for the family. I felt like a sponge at this moment, standing in a crowded road with people walking aimlessly to places they are suppose to go, while I stood still and absorb their behavior, attitude and something so common yet hard to describe, Life. Life is an endless learning process, and you only notice this when you are standing still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I chose this life or this route. Okay, I shall leave this entry here for now. I have heaps to talk about but I totally forgotten about them when I sign into blogspot. Argh. So if I can remember them, then I will talk on them next time. Now, Ancora Imparo, I am still learning &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(quoted from Monash motto, which is quite true!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-4162713661968046343?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4162713661968046343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=4162713661968046343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4162713661968046343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4162713661968046343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/untitled-to-randomness.html' title='Untitled to Randomness'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-4514167516783439073</id><published>2008-12-01T20:02:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:58:54.558+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>My Breath</title><content type='html'>Okay this is NOT, let me say it again if you can't read, NOT about my emotive feeling and my ramblings on my life which is not going well. I put it up because it has other meaning to that, I must clarify before everyone start complaining that I rant and ramble too much on unpredictable stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you remembered from my previous entry, I finally have back my high speed internet! The new bill month today, and it is going well again! I was very annoyed for the last two weeks when the internet speed was cut to half because we over-indulged our internet quota. Yes, Australian being a very expensive place to live, have internet download usage quota. We were currently under 15Gb per month, and if we downloaded more than 15 Gb, our internet speed will reduced to half. Now that I know, I should probably watch less &lt;del&gt;porn&lt;/del&gt; clips from the Youtube or something like that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come to realise that internet and its speed are my breath. I get very frustrated and annoyed when Google Map took at least 5 minutes to display the map that I wanted to know, and the address that I wanted to know. Worst is when I wanted to play with Street View, to view the particular street so that I know where to stop when I am directly on the street itself. It annoyed the hell out of me when I wanted to run anything everyday. Facebook is as slow as a snail, and I am not going to say anything about blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is this another thing. I just heard a song that actually took my breath away. It is called Breathless (not a pun) by Shayne Ward. Apparently I am so outdated that that song was out last year and I only noticed it now (almost one year ago)........ Is it me or that the Australian don't really listen to UK pop songs? So since I got back my high speed connection, I went and downloaded it! Has been playing nonstop on my laptop now. Bwhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go back to my resume writing and company researching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-4514167516783439073?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4514167516783439073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=4514167516783439073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4514167516783439073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4514167516783439073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-breath.html' title='My Breath'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-5439414513276140558</id><published>2008-11-25T21:59:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:33:04.986+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><title type='text'>Oh Dear Santa</title><content type='html'>This month we over-used our internet quota, too much &lt;del&gt;porn&lt;/del&gt;, youtube and download &lt;del&gt;(more porns)&lt;/del&gt;. So everytime I wanted to check the map with GoogleMap, it tends to hang on me. I hate this...... Another 5 days, and then I get to use the internet in a good condition. &lt;del&gt;More porn!!!!!!&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, it is another 1 month before Xmas. Means it is time to buy more clothes and having slimmer chance of getting a job? I don't know. I just came back from the interview, it sounded positive. So I am quite keen about tomorrow, they said they will reply to me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is the list of the stuffs I HOPE I will get from Santa &lt;del&gt;(which is me)&lt;/del&gt; this year! Last year I got an IPod Classic and some clothes as present. This year I hope to get fully clothes!!!!!! Okay okay this is my short list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Windsor Smith/Lacoste/Shubar walking shoe (first in the list)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Industrie/Stussy shorts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Levi Jeans (skinny)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stussy/David &amp;amp; Goliath/Quicksilver tees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wide range of Everlast sportwear, from singlets to gym shorts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sexist/Calvin Klein/Aussie Bum undies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aussie Bum/Speedo swimming trunk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If possible, I would love to have this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;hat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;D&amp;amp;G sunglass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;swimming goggle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Okay, it is not very long right. I am being practical here! hehehehehe. If anyone would love to give any of them as a present, I am more than happy to accept. Oh since you guys are eager to give me presents, why not something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;IPhone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car (the one that I can drive)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apartment? or the first deposit for an Apartment?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plasma TV? I really need one to watch my &lt;del&gt;porn&lt;/del&gt; movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Money?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So any of the presents will be kindly accepted personally or by mail. Send your present to Lex to the address below, and attach your name, address and relationship to Lex, and you will be expected to get a Thank You Letter in 10 working days. Thank you to those who are kind, others please remind yourself how unfortunate other homosapien are and that you are not doing anything to help these homo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72 Truman Street,&lt;br /&gt;South Kingsville, VIC 3015&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-5439414513276140558?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5439414513276140558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=5439414513276140558&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5439414513276140558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5439414513276140558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-dear-santa.html' title='Oh Dear Santa'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-1234503651670847938</id><published>2008-11-21T22:39:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:55:25.630+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>How to keep me smiling?</title><content type='html'>Be aware. Be very aware. Cause this guy is going to rant on rubbish and pessimistic stuffs again..... Well, you guys should be well warned by the title itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I should stay at home at any given day. First, I tend to become very desperate over the job hunting thingy and start thinking pessimistically (which is not good). Second, I will probably be sitting at home, in front of the computer, either cracking my head to write a "perfect" cover letter, later to beat myself up because they want me to use Flash Player to complete the application, which I don't know why my computer won't run it after I had downloaded the latest version (result: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Arghhhhhhhh........&lt;/span&gt;, you probably won't know what I was talking about). Thirdly, needless for me to elaborate any longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the first reason. I will become desperate even I had an interview with the employer, which I think I fit perfectly with them. But then this pessimistic bug that is sucking my optimism dry is not helping. I was told I will be given a response after a certain day. And with that bug and my lack of patience in everything, I just felt the urge to say " This is the knife, and this is my heard, take that and JUST STAB on it", as quoted by Karen from Will and Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I was out, I will start to worry, thinking how much time I have missed out writing resume. And what if the employer called when I was pumping my muscle and stress out of me in the gym or in the shower with few hot blokes? I know I know, I am pathetic......... But I can't stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a terrible life, and I hope there will be some light. It is so bleak (not the room I am sitting in) and I just can't seems to get out of this bleak place. I was watching Step Brothers. Gosh, they extremely hilarious yet wrong. How wrong? Two 40 years old BLOKES, acted as if they are 12 years old....... And I shan't spoil your excitement if you have not watch that. If not, you know my pains (not that I am acting like a kid, I am trying to get myself out of this shithole).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-1234503651670847938?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1234503651670847938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=1234503651670847938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1234503651670847938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1234503651670847938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-to-keep-me-smiling.html' title='How to keep me smiling?'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-6875541358480261105</id><published>2008-11-17T22:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:28:35.826+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>It always end with a Fat Lady singing</title><content type='html'>I was extremely excited the past three days! Saturday was the Hair-Cut day which I have longed for awhile, and I was thinking that it could be my shopping day (after 2 months of no-shopping rules became effective). Sunday was Ammie's (my beloved Mother who give birth to me when she is only 1 years old) birthday outing and Today is my interview, which I was hoping to get through! Okay I am not going to tell you guys what happened over those three days, I am just writing this because I was excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, when I was out Saturday there was actually the Christmas Parade going on along Bourke Street Mall. I wasn't very keen to look at people dress-up like clowns and bears waving at us with kids at every corner shrieking for them and begging their mom for them to hug those ugly-looking-bear-people..... The whole street was chock-a-block with peoples and crying babies...... I will never stand there any longer than 10 minutes. But then, it is when it hits me. Christmas (or Xmas, as we called it here, cause none of us really care it is a birth of JC, so maybe it is the birth of X!) is just around the corner. One year have passed so quickly and 2008 will be gone by the time I post this entry. So not true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am not a Christian/Catholic, Xmas doesn't really matters to me. For your information, people from Western countries don't celebrate Xmas like Asian do. No late night party during Xmas Eve or morning shopping on Xmas. Just to make this clear, cause every friend of mine will always say that it is so nice to spend Xmas in Melbourne. So not true. People just bloody go back to their home and eat dinner. It is bloody summer over here as well..... 45 degree days, so not prepared for that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes my main proposition. After Xmas? BOXING DAY!!!!!! Yes, it is not the day people box each other, but it is time for people like us to SHOP. OMG, I wonder whether someone will get an shopping orgasm from this? It is when price is Cut Cut Cut, clothes were Cheap Cheap Cheap, and, boys and girls are Hot Hot Hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon saying these few words, I really need to get a job. So I can Shop Shop Shop! Ending my long shopping hiatus....... This year I really need to improve my skills and start the celebration as early as possible. Though, I won't be there standing next to a triple size lady in front of the Myers Supermarket. No, neither will I be seen sleeping in front of that door the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I am desperate to move out of my aunt's place. Alright, before people start shooting me saying it is Free Accommodation and Free Meals, I am someone who liked his Freedom A LOT. So I need money (that's the conclusion). And the solution? I need to get a job, OR, start working as a Rent Boy. I am not sure I can break through into that market, since every gay guys are hotter than I am........ And to become as hot as them, I need modal which I am currently short of........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeling a bit chatty tonight. No idea why......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-6875541358480261105?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6875541358480261105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=6875541358480261105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6875541358480261105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6875541358480261105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-always-end-with-fat-lady-singing.html' title='It always end with a Fat Lady singing'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-5140028265844762328</id><published>2008-11-12T16:41:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:11:31.065+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Openness</title><content type='html'>I reckon, eventually people will abandon their blog or their blog writing. Why so? Well, when one started working, there is less amount of time for you to relax, let alone write blog. Even when you have the time to write this, it is hard, cause you will be so knackered, the last thing you wanted to do is to write about your boring, lifeless life. But I suppose girls will have the ability to complain still, even when they are damn buggered with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying this because I got a job. I am still looking for one....... But there will be a few Q/A procedure coming soon, so I am not complaining. Yes, although blog is a good place for someone to release their stress, but some people just don't like to tell any particular, intimate complains that they have. But this doesn't mean they are not open enough to discuss this matters to everyone. He/she/I might not think it is appropriate to shout out and be gay about it. But that doesn't mean I am conservative and have not accepted that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 1 week, I was in the stage of self-realisation and self-acceptance. I actually need to thank this phase of life, where I finally get to know myself more and realise my true identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the end of my route. It is just the beginning of my new identity. Eventually, when the time is right! If you are curious, ask me personally what the heck I am talking about. Other than that, I would leave it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-5140028265844762328?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5140028265844762328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=5140028265844762328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5140028265844762328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5140028265844762328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/openness.html' title='Openness'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-5971464646502775979</id><published>2008-11-04T18:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:44:05.661+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>I have been neglecting this blog again. I am just not in the mood to write anything, well I have complain enough. I should just stop penning them down and do something else. Besides when my parents were here, I was freaking busy chauffeuring them around Melbourne and Victoria. It was a very tired 2 weeks, but all is good! Cause I know when I started working, I definitely won't have the time to bring them around like now. So I should be grateful as well. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood these days are crazy. Probably because I was tired and jobless. Hahaha. Yup, but it is not like it is bad all the time. It fluctuates like Melbourne's weather. That could be another reason my mood is so bad. Hahaha. When I got connected to some other people through some stranger I barely know, she is one of the employer who rejected me, but showed me a possible way to break into the working doorstep. I believe that sometimes there will be a slight opening in the job hunting atmosphere, you just need to squeeze your finger to pried open that opening (Gosh sounded so wrong, pun indeed!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with more and more bad news, my mood tends to slumber back to the negativity. I hope I can set myself free from this. Just booked myself with the Victorian driving test. I hope that will be good, for your information, driving in Australia is very strict, so you can imagine what the test will be like..... Okay, back to more resume writing and studying for the stupid Learner Driving test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-5971464646502775979?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5971464646502775979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=5971464646502775979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5971464646502775979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5971464646502775979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/rollercoaster.html' title='Rollercoaster'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-5389530570291932629</id><published>2008-10-14T23:19:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:59:16.512+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere woop woop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Woop Woop is an invented name for an unimportant town, from the moview Welcome to Woop Woop ,1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon you guys might be a bit bored with my complains. Besides, to blame it all to my internet connection, it is really really bad... So I couldn't upload any pictures, even if I wanted to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just on a happy side, less rambles about unemployment and psychological behavior observatory studies, I went to Mount Dandenong last weekend with my usual bunch of mates. Hey, I do go out every weekend, I just don't see the point to take heaps of picture in Melbourne CBD, since I basically go to the CBD every other day. I do have a life, which I enjoy my days with mates......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to Mount Dandenong. We planned to go there to celebrate one of my mates' mother birthday. Well, it might sound weird, but I don't mind joining and bring myself to the place where Scones and pancakes are to die for. For anyone who came from Victoria, they might tell you that Miss Marples's scones are the best. I couldn't not assure their statements because I have not tasted their scones......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is how it goes, Miss Marples's tea room do not receive phone booking, and since we storm the lovely quiet town with 8 people, we are not sure how well can we get a bloody seat. So we went to another more presentable yet less populated and accept booking restaurant called Fortnum. But because of unforseen circumstances, we were terribly late, and were too full to have any of their scones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SPSQi0KJcJI/AAAAAAAABB0/tmw3nfSTF2U/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SPSQi0KJcJI/AAAAAAAABB0/tmw3nfSTF2U/s400/DSC00166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256985592839368850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the menu. I went with the "Today's special" instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SPSQU5u5yrI/AAAAAAAABBs/Rfi1n5RvjF8/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SPSQU5u5yrI/AAAAAAAABBs/Rfi1n5RvjF8/s400/DSC00167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256985353817541298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which is Cheesy potato pancakes with smoked salmon and capers. The pancakes weren't that good, compared to those in Lake Entrance floating restaurant, and it is way too creamy.... Oh and did I mention it is way too small and expensive for someone like me? A bloody $19.00 which I reckon I paied through the nose for that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SPSQCPRRPcI/AAAAAAAABBk/9Gcqv04Uv-Y/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SPSQCPRRPcI/AAAAAAAABBk/9Gcqv04Uv-Y/s400/DSC00163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256985033181314498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the lovely restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SPSPuw6TWvI/AAAAAAAABBc/wMk6kWh3xso/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SPSPuw6TWvI/AAAAAAAABBc/wMk6kWh3xso/s400/DSC00170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256984698614405874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then because we had too much foods, we went for a walk around the place, Sassafras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SPSPbBcZjSI/AAAAAAAABBU/FKd-TZAESQw/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SPSPbBcZjSI/AAAAAAAABBU/FKd-TZAESQw/s400/DSC00172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256984359455001890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although it smells very nice, I just can't put them into it, cause I had the birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SPSPIPKBLyI/AAAAAAAABBM/wYgd-tKEN1I/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SPSPIPKBLyI/AAAAAAAABBM/wYgd-tKEN1I/s400/DSC00174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256984036718489378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Miss Marples, I will try to eat over there next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SPSOw3eICwI/AAAAAAAABBE/vZI--UH6hFA/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SPSOw3eICwI/AAAAAAAABBE/vZI--UH6hFA/s400/DSC00175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256983635223382786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I will try to finish this entry with a very cute sign I saw when waiting for them to buy gelati. Dogs? no, HOT DOGS! hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-5389530570291932629?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5389530570291932629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=5389530570291932629&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5389530570291932629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5389530570291932629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/somewhere-woop-woop.html' title='Somewhere woop woop'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SPSQi0KJcJI/AAAAAAAABB0/tmw3nfSTF2U/s72-c/DSC00166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-22042771575425729</id><published>2008-10-06T21:41:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:13:46.761+11:00</updated><title type='text'>driven to desperation?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just have this feeling that I really want to go back to the outback. But now I am feeling I really want to stay in the metropolitan again. I don't know what I want now. Having headache, not because of this, but a real one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does this behaviour of running away from the metropolitan to somewhere quieter and starry night means I am subconsciously driven to desperation? Am I that desperate to get a job, that I will just go after any jobs that come out offer? I know this come back to the debate saying "Beggars can't be choosers". So I did, I applied for any job that I think I am fit for the company, and any jobs that is offered in regional Victoria or Tassie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading it right now, you might be saying this out loud" Blueh, you completed your Honours with a good grade, you have good contacts with the people outside, you have the experiences in that particular field, what more are you asking for?". I guess I should put it in the fish terminology. A fish might has a beautiful fin features, very nice scales, but it tends to sink to the bottom (no good resume), it will only be a small fry in the deep ocean with plenty more fishes. I realised that, and trying to swim up shore now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it just came to me. Am I also ready to live my life from the metropolitan? No good Asian foods or groceries, not much entertainment and not many gym options, not even a group of friends I can hang out with. I was telling myself it will be alright, cause I have stayed in Churchill before, for two freaking years, and I loved that outback. But what I has come to realise, after my aunt reminded me, that I have always go back to the metropolitan every month, to have my city-life fix. Will I be able to withstand this temptation, and will I die of boredom because I won't be able to go back to the metropolitan so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to the end, the level of desperation is set by oneself, because the line of normal and desperation is so vague. If he/she thinks that by going with that particular option is up to the highest level of desperation, he/she probably might be.  Or otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-22042771575425729?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/22042771575425729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=22042771575425729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/22042771575425729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/22042771575425729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/driven-to-desperation.html' title='driven to desperation?'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-794502136038121243</id><published>2008-09-30T10:37:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:22:38.691+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bury the Pharaoh in his pyramid</title><content type='html'>My student visa finally expires today. So what am I suppose to do? Get kicked out from Australia? or hide in the bushing, living in a constant fear that the cops or worse rangers will come and track me down? Well, I will opt for the third choice, which allows me to stay in this beautiful place permanently! Yeah, permanent visa. DUH...... I am not a PR yet, I am holding a bridging visa for that!!!!! So I hope my bloody visa condition will change over the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will always start something about myself before jumping into the pool of randomness. You might think that after such a hiatus, I might get a bloody job by now. However, the answer is the opposite. I am still writing my resumes, but I did not fish every single opportunity I can get. I am screening for jobs that I felt I am 'fit' to apply. No point to apply for jobs that they need any particular work experience which I do not have. Bad Idea? I don't know and don't care. Like I said before (if I am not mistaken), heaps of people have been telling me that I should do this and not that, while others went against that idea and suggesting the otherwise. I am just going to go my way. You don't like it? Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I, being a normal human being, do have something that is regarded as bad, EGO. Everyone, especially the kings or pharaohs, has ego. Maybe the buddhist monk do not have&lt;del&gt;, or they are not suppose to have&lt;/del&gt;. Don't tell me " I am a very innocent girl, that do not wish to have a lot of ego like what men do....". Bullshit! Even a girl have their own feminine ego. Ego is something dark, inaccessible part of our personal emotion, that we know very little off. Girls want to have all the branded stuffs because this makes them slightly feel better. In some sense, this can be regarded as ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that I have ego because I was desperate to get a job, before I need to go back Malaysia to face a hordes of questioning-paracheets during my sister's wedding. I know for sure, Every Single &lt;del&gt;Laughing Kookaburra&lt;/del&gt; Person will ask whether I have landed myself a job or not. The most common conversation will go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kookaburra A: Ah xiang ah. You have grown up so much. The last time I have seen you are when you were just a baby/little boy loh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mom: (She will definitely continue the conversation with something nice, while I just cant be bothered)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kookaburra A: So what are you doing now ah? Studying university ah? Working ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I just finished my degree from Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Kookaburra B: Wah, so clever (ah, it is a must). So now working in Australia lah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, this is what I imagine what it is going to be....... So it is better to end the conversation by saying, "I am currently working in this or this place". That's why I hate going back to Malaysia. People keep on asking what are you currently doing, and amazed with just a tiny little thing that I felt normal. Of course, I like my hometown. But to go back to repeat myself about myself for hundred times is just not the top of my to-do-list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my &lt;del&gt;little humble&lt;/del&gt; ego. What's yours? It is better to understand yourself and realise it, then you might live your life better than others who just lived their life in denial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-794502136038121243?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/794502136038121243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=794502136038121243&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/794502136038121243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/794502136038121243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/bury-pharaoh-in-his-pyramid.html' title='Bury the Pharaoh in his pyramid'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-5414140450153270281</id><published>2008-09-17T20:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:14:42.787+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><title type='text'>It is not an abandon puppy</title><content type='html'>I am suppose to write my cover letter for a job application to a research centre in Tasmania. I guess it will have to wait for awhile, after I finished writing this entry. Am I always nagging about job scouting these days? I think I better stop.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back Gippsland last weekend with my few best friends, to meet up with a few more besties. That trip was the most relaxing and carefree trip I have ever done for the past few months. Yeah yeah, I just came back from my food-gorging trip from Penang, I shouldn't complain too much. But the thing about the food gorging trip is stressful in it own way. Stopping myself from devouring all the foods I can is very hard and stressful. Yes, I am bullshitting here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh, the trip back to Churchill. The weather was beautiful when we went back. Beautiful to some people, but way too hot for me.... I was down with weather-induced fever at the end of the day. Anyway, it was relaxing and all of us agreed that it felt like going back hometown for Chinese New Year. It was sunny and cloudless, just like the Malaysian weather during CNY. We had our doona and pillows at the back seat, something like most people will do when they went to visit their relatives for CNY, not me, but I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we were back there, all we did most of the time was gossip, chat nonsense (which I played a big part) and watch PAID TV!!!! How much I missed cable/paid TV. For the first week of my new life without cable, I was pretty much stranded. Cause I do not have internet connection and paid Tv then, now it is getting better. I am going to fast-forward all the fun bits. Why? You probably won't be bothered to listen every single bit that we did over there. So no point for me to write them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is about to end, we (the close one) sat together &lt;del&gt;or standing in front of the toilet&lt;/del&gt;, chatting away on what are friends for. It was a long debate. People agreeing and disagreeing on certain aspect of true meaning of friends. I guess they are the best companions anyone can get, PROVIDED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;They do not judge you as a human being &lt;del&gt;or a dog&lt;/del&gt;. Hey I am not saying anything over there. Who type that for me? I might have binomial disorder. Joking!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They understand what you are going through. No point telling them what turmoils you are facing through if they are well known for their blockhead-ness. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They do not think you belonged to them and solely them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think that's about it. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So other than that, man's best friends come into the picture perfectly! They enlighten your day easily &lt;del&gt;unless they poo everywhere in the house&lt;/del&gt;, they listen and do not judge you. And you do not belong to them. They belong to you! How perfect can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: The author was not paid by any parties (not even RSPCA) to advertise on canine and potentially igniting your urge to buy any canine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-5414140450153270281?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5414140450153270281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=5414140450153270281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5414140450153270281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5414140450153270281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-is-not-abandon-puppy.html' title='It is not an abandon puppy'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-1401137884223135670</id><published>2008-09-11T15:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:04:24.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bucket of Cold Water</title><content type='html'>Life in this phase of life is harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be sad for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Crushed for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Lost for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Happy and jumping the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having nightmares these few days, some were terrific that I woke myself shouting, others were just too blue that I was crying in my dream. This is bad... Really bad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should give myself a rest, someplace where I am not looking at the job advertisement website. Someplace where I can escape from all these mess. But I don't have money..... Where can I go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got an appointment for another interview today. This time is with the recruitment agency. My aunt was happy at first. But later on, when I wasn't noticing, she said something negative and somehow hurtful and something that reduced my confident tremendously. I don't understand why she wants to do that, some of the words she said were teachings but others were just a bucket of cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I am staying on my own. Then I do not need to face these things all the time. But like I said, I do not have the money. I am totally down and not in the mood to apply for any jobs now. What is the use? I may ask. I need a change of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon I am no longer the happy self I once used to be. I need to find me back. The one who is happy not the stress-out guy who is typing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Don't get me wrong. After what my aunt said, I will still go there and try to impress them so that they will give me a job &lt;del&gt;even if they don't have one for me.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-1401137884223135670?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1401137884223135670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=1401137884223135670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1401137884223135670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1401137884223135670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/bucket-of-cold-water.html' title='A Bucket of Cold Water'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-7677093924061004170</id><published>2008-09-09T00:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:49:49.659+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Reflex</title><content type='html'>Have you  ever bid goodbye to someone but have some slightly more meaningful quotes like "Have a nice day" or "I hope you'll get well soon", something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never do that or answer any of these questions. I am very bad with quick responses during conversation. I should say my responses are shocking. When I chat with some people who are kinda rushing to someplace or vise versa, I tend to blah out nonsense..... Instead of saying Sorry, I could say Thank You, or instead of saying You're alright, I could say I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my brain is slightly slow in reaction for any of these quick activities. I can never think of anything good to say (sometimes), and when people wish me something well in the end, I will just throw in a worst ending phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came out of the restaurant with my relatives, my uncle's cousin and the cousin's partner. We were all saying something in between and we bid each other farewell. Just before we went our own ways, this is what my uncle's cousin said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S: I hope to see you next time, and hope that your PR application goes well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I reply? I was slightly blurred for a second, and that's what I replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me: Will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is all I replied. WILL DO? This is how well I react to quick conversation. I can never say anything good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course when I banged to someone, I will know how to say sorry. Back to the conversation above, I was actually reacting to the first part of the conversation "Hope to see you next time", not the "PR application goes well". But I am sure I spoke loud enough for him to hear only "Will do". Then there are some things that I learned. I have a few tricks on my sleeve. Like "Sorry" and "It's alright" sounded almost the same if you speak in a very quick way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every time I banged to someone I will say "ssoh-rrai-". When people banged me, I will say "iss-soh-rait". Sounded almost the same huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-7677093924061004170?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7677093924061004170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=7677093924061004170&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7677093924061004170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7677093924061004170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/reflex.html' title='Reflex'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-400775229021006724</id><published>2008-09-07T15:09:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:56:19.457+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>From Scientist to Scientology</title><content type='html'>Finally I have all the time on my sleeve to play with my blog layout. I did not revamp the whole layout, just the front banner. Maybe I will change the banner again when I got the pictures of St. Kilda from Jocelyn. Yes, St. Kilda is my most favorite place to go. Well, I brought all my friends to that suburb and introduce them to the restaurant that I dear so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my entry topic. Scientist and religion. Do they click together? Being a researcher myself, sometimes I wonder whether do God exist? Or they are just a mere figure of purity by mankind to fulfill their curiosity in all that seems dim to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I ventured into research, the more skeptical I am, maybe because I am curious most of the time. Don't get me wrong, I still believe in God. However being a Buddhist, I believe God is in everyone. To reach Buddhahood, one needs to follow what the script said, yada yada yada ( I am not preaching over here). There is once I heard the funniest conversation I ever heard, and I sure to God (If there is any), I really looked down on that person after that. This is how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A: Do you know why there is global warming? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;B: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A: There is Global Warming because "GOD" is testing us human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;B: Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A: Yes of course. God is testing the will of human and our faith in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't remember how it ends. But I was neither A or B. I was a mere lister and I was laughing my heart out (quietly, didn't want to offend A). How can God "torture" humanity with global warming? From science, it is HUMAN who made this mess, not God....... Please don't be offended if you see "GOD", the first thing you think is Jesus Christ. It is not, so you guys can stop writing on the comment firing offensive remarks on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I used to think there is a God, someone who looked after you when you sleep? Now? I don't really think so. I don't even know where is Heaven (almost all religions have a Heaven and Hell). Above the clouds are some layers of nothing but charges. Below the ground that you and me are standing are a few layers or thick rocks and magma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course every religions are teaching us to be good and pure. Where is a religion that say hurting others are good? War is the way to reach purity? This is why I still believe in my religion. Of course I won't further believe that someone will be waken from dead or someone who can elevate yourself from ground. Give me a true documentary or I will have to see it in my own eyes to believe that these are true. Like I said, scientist and research are all based on facts, not sentences from any old book or conversation from someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of skeptical, I am very skeptic with the Church of Scientology. How can some none scientist come up with this hullabaloo teachings? Believing in alien exist in some form and have something to do with existance of human..... I wonder are there any scientist who is a follower of Scientology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: This controversy entry is a two cent worth from the author. It is not trying to penalise or impose something unpleasent to any parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-400775229021006724?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/400775229021006724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=400775229021006724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/400775229021006724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/400775229021006724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-scientist-to-scientology.html' title='From Scientist to Scientology'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-8233968422197545794</id><published>2008-09-03T23:33:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:06:08.072+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>From Beggars to Choosers</title><content type='html'>Everyone will experience this phase of life. Where sometimes you feel like you are lost, could not find a way out in a crowded room or train carriages. You felt like you have lost the purpose of your life. But those who dwelt long enough in this realm, will soon realise it and start to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I am speaking of unemployment. This terminology is very misleading. So to be clear, the unemployment I said meant anyone who is no longer under the shadow of an university and those who has no permanent job. Yes, those who is under casual work and is currently looking for something better is also regarded as "unemployed". But of course those who are happily working casually or working casually because of the family purposes are not included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, this phase is very stressful, even more so than when you are employed. People constantly asking you, scrutinizing you, on matters about jobs and employment. I reckon it is easier over here, where people are more understanding. I am not so sure when you are in countries like Malaysia, where people's wages are what set them apart from one another. Sometimes when you are that stressed out, one will turn against another cause lack of understanding. Thank god I have friends who understands and who were in this situation before/still. Yes, sadly most of my friends are in this situation like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejections after another, this is not depressing enough? But as quoted by someone, "sooner or later, you will be so thick-skinned that you won't give a damn on it anymore". "No more feeling!". I just came back from an interview for a part time job, somewhere in Mitcham. If I do get the job, it won't be something I will bounce like a monkey, doing monkey dance (if there is any). Cause first of all, it is 1 and half hour travel from my home to Mitcham. Secondly it is into strategic analysing and researching. Something that I am not particularly intrested in, although I have enough experiences. However, I will still take up the job. A job is still a job after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is this phone call from a recruitment agency. Asking about my qualifications and experiences. All sounded very promising, but I am not very sure how still the pond water can be. There might be a croc hiding underneath. Why so? Storys about their arrangements and actions may not be that pleasant to hear. Suddenly I am no longer a begger? I started to choose. My aunt said I can be chooser because I have God with me, but, do I? (I will speak more about this the next entry). But am I a chooser after all? Of course, everyone will like to be a chooser than beggars, but how long can we choose before we need to beg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do we need to hunt for this whitehorse before we could sit on its saddle comfortably? How long do we need to stand aimlessly in the hordes of people buzzing around Flinders Street Station? How long do we need to sit in front of our laptop, refreshing Seek.com.au for the immediate job vacancies? How long I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-8233968422197545794?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8233968422197545794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=8233968422197545794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8233968422197545794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8233968422197545794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-beggars-to-choosers.html' title='From Beggars to Choosers'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-9032840373500500455</id><published>2008-08-30T23:22:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:41:45.984+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings</title><content type='html'>In 48 hours, I had the almost all the feeling you can describe. 48 hours ago, I woke up with a terrible headache. Yep, not enough sleep. Funny huh? Being an &lt;del&gt;unemployed&lt;/del&gt; self-employed person, how can he be possible lack of sleep. He can just sleep all he wants and never wake up &lt;del&gt;I want to do that as well&lt;/del&gt;. I am trying to regulate my sleep pattern, so that when I really do have a job, then I will probably tune into it better. I practically had some insomnia I guess. Besides I needed to do some of my permanent residency application stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, besides having headache, I was hungry. I went to gym without lunch. Very Clever! I walked out of the gym and still don't feel anything. Once I have down with my protein shakes, something kick in. The stomachache was so bad that I need to find toilet ASAP. Underground public toilet along Collins Street is a no go (no tissue paper....., but looks clean. No point, no tissue paper means no go). I walked up another bloody block in the CBD and into one of the toilet tucked away in some of the alley. Thank god there was toilet paper. If not I would have be in deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right after the run, I feel the urge to eat. I was superbly hungry and need to find foods ASAP. It was already half past three before I have anything to eat. Now my stomach is the one facing the music. It has been pretty bad the whole day today.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to stay back, cause Ammie and Wei Chao decided to hibernate for the spring. So I was pretty bored the whole day. Applied for some jobs, and watch a few TV series that my sister download from Malaysia. But just when I was bored, I was reading the Microbiology Australia Magazine. It is a free magazine for members of The Australian Society for Microbiology (basically means almost every microbiologist in Australia). I happened to be one of the members and I gave a presentation in that conference (&lt;a href="http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/asm-conferece.html"&gt;refer to the previous entry&lt;/a&gt;). Now my name was out in one of their segments! I was thrilled!!! Although it was only one line, saying what I presented, I felt rather honoured to have my name there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here are some of the rants and ramblings. You think I am going to celebrate Malaysian Independent Day? NO. This is how I celebrate independent day, by ranting and rambling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-9032840373500500455?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9032840373500500455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=9032840373500500455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/9032840373500500455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/9032840373500500455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed Feelings'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-5328343117080245323</id><published>2008-08-24T12:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:00:39.546+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Path to Gluttony</title><content type='html'>I don't know what had happened to me. Two entries in 1 day. Anyway what I wanna say is gone is the day where you were happily jumping on the trampoline that you felt like a feather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After high school, most of us have grown so much. Both in mentally and waist. Some cognitions were still the same, but the waist definitely have grown to a size of 38 ( I am not talking about me). Eight out of ten of my friends were in the same boat, maybe I can be regarded as one of them. As you grow older, your height stop growing, but not your weight. It is growing like a tropical tree fighting to get space. But we have all the space we want, gaining the horizontal size is not good for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends even lost their bird eyes view on their down under, if you know what I meant. But some of them were trying to re-encouraging themselves by saying " I don't need the bird eyes view, all I need is my girlfriend to "view" the bird". That's a very tacky yet sad quote that got me laughing till my stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this new trend of men, who pays more attention on their appearances, it is not a shock to see more men are in hitting hard in the gym. "You will have to lose of some of the extras" has been hitting hard into the brain of subconscious men. Gone were the days when fat men were viewed as prosperous. Fat men might as well regarded as uncontrolled food consumption or having some sort of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming back from Penang, I have this urge to eat good fatty foods like coconut milk related stuffs, and all those chips that I managed to break free from. I am pretty disappointed with myself for letting those sinful foods into my stomach and into my spare compartment, but it is once awhile, so I guess I shouldn't complain so much. Now I should stop walking on the path to gluttony and into a healthier choice. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-5328343117080245323?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5328343117080245323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=5328343117080245323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5328343117080245323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5328343117080245323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/path-to-gluttony.html' title='Path to Gluttony'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-6166679058122184023</id><published>2008-08-23T12:58:00.016+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T13:46:11.072+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penang'/><title type='text'>Tao - A Japanese Feast</title><content type='html'>Like I said, I will post about the restaurant that I went with my family during my Penang trip. I think I should call that a Penang trip cause I was in Penang 90% of the time. I missed Penang foods a lot you know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the restaurants I went were all very classy this time around. No longer squatting at the road side while eating a bowl of wan tan mee. I never do that anyway. But Penang has developed so much that I was ooh-aah-ing for the first few days, and my friend got annoyed by that.&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant Tao is located in E-Gate, don't really know how to describe it cause I was there only a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a Japanese buffet and the best thing is they serve you per order, and drinks are included! These means they only cook the foods per order and drinks are mostly juices and japanese tea!  I think you'll have to look on your own and compare it to the rest of the fishes in the sea. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-EgiECNOI/AAAAAAAAAwg/c-mO6culumw/s1600-h/IMG_5941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-EgiECNOI/AAAAAAAAAwg/c-mO6culumw/s400/IMG_5941.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237550586089583842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The front banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-EKi3QZwI/AAAAAAAAAwY/kn9NqXFdQu4/s1600-h/IMG_5940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-EKi3QZwI/AAAAAAAAAwY/kn9NqXFdQu4/s400/IMG_5940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237550208347301634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this running water have something to do with fengshui..... But it does looks like the person from the other side of the wall was peeing over the wall into the vase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-DwNgU9qI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/4BaWWp3tLOU/s1600-h/IMG_5886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-DwNgU9qI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/4BaWWp3tLOU/s400/IMG_5886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237549755937388194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very zen style. All the wall was decorated with bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-C1OXPfrI/AAAAAAAAAwI/9GkNYzrFGz4/s1600-h/IMG_5849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-C1OXPfrI/AAAAAAAAAwI/9GkNYzrFGz4/s400/IMG_5849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237548742555434674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scallops! Yummy, but not as fresh and big as those from Aus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-CUGvYnDI/AAAAAAAAAwA/W7v9iee5amE/s1600-h/IMG_5856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-CUGvYnDI/AAAAAAAAAwA/W7v9iee5amE/s400/IMG_5856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237548173573528626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sashimi!!!! My fav!!!! They are very good actually. Ordered heaps of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-BdWE41oI/AAAAAAAAAv4/pimskGKOG-I/s1600-h/IMG_5847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-BdWE41oI/AAAAAAAAAv4/pimskGKOG-I/s400/IMG_5847.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237547232797447810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't remember what is that. Could be Salmon Teriyaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-BEpKewyI/AAAAAAAAAvw/ZlQN1kXQWnI/s1600-h/IMG_5850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-BEpKewyI/AAAAAAAAAvw/ZlQN1kXQWnI/s400/IMG_5850.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237546808424448802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prawn Tempura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-ArV94IFI/AAAAAAAAAvo/znb006dFuHo/s1600-h/IMG_5868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-ArV94IFI/AAAAAAAAAvo/znb006dFuHo/s400/IMG_5868.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237546373774581842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grilled Eel. The waiter was very friendly and help us heaps. We were suppose to finish the rice, but being a clever and calculative Chinese, we don't want to eat the rice and reduce the stomach space for other good foods. Although they weren't allow to take the dishes if we havent finish ALL the foods, one of them just quietly sneak that away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-ARYJpPQI/AAAAAAAAAvg/YR3OI1hT6Ns/s1600-h/IMG_5869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-ARYJpPQI/AAAAAAAAAvg/YR3OI1hT6Ns/s400/IMG_5869.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237545927684209922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some tofu dishes, can't remember what it is called, something start with "A"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK9_7EwjR9I/AAAAAAAAAvY/shCEIxL16nM/s1600-h/IMG_5871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK9_7EwjR9I/AAAAAAAAAvY/shCEIxL16nM/s400/IMG_5871.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237545544521566162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tempura prawn sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK9_gDOmYiI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ZmPRccYthqQ/s1600-h/IMG_5873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK9_gDOmYiI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ZmPRccYthqQ/s400/IMG_5873.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237545080254259746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something pipi. Can't remember, it has been awhile and my memory is as bad as the next goldfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK9_HFVGPiI/AAAAAAAAAvI/gLt3zv31OGM/s1600-h/IMG_5921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK9_HFVGPiI/AAAAAAAAAvI/gLt3zv31OGM/s400/IMG_5921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237544651321654818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some fried udon. I don't really like them cause I was bloated by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK9-tH05lnI/AAAAAAAAAvA/_0hgfjjiSZA/s1600-h/IMG_5892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK9-tH05lnI/AAAAAAAAAvA/_0hgfjjiSZA/s400/IMG_5892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237544205315315314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deep fried mantis prawn. Likie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK992nCwFbI/AAAAAAAAAu4/XQyOp6HZt7o/s1600-h/IMG_5865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK992nCwFbI/AAAAAAAAAu4/XQyOp6HZt7o/s400/IMG_5865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237543268802106802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lamb Chop. That's very yummy. Only my dad and I ate them, cause others don't like the taste. And how my dad and I enjoyed that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we ordered almost all the dishes that they can offer from Tao. Okay, except all the sushi. We are not suppose to eat rice in these restaurants. You might wonder how much this restaurant costed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM49 per person. How cheap!!!!!! I gained 1 extra kg after that night...... But I would love to go back to this restaurant next time when I am in Penang. Maybe this time I will go to the one in mainland Penang cause they said the mainland branch have better foods and decoration. I am not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-6166679058122184023?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6166679058122184023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=6166679058122184023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6166679058122184023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6166679058122184023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/tao-japanese-feast.html' title='Tao - A Japanese Feast'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SK-EgiECNOI/AAAAAAAAAwg/c-mO6culumw/s72-c/IMG_5941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-7583127880978547772</id><published>2008-08-17T22:21:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:27:47.752+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My lonely boring life'/><title type='text'>Whales in Paradise</title><content type='html'>I am pretty tired now, so I am going to put up the magnificent  whales that I watched from Surfer Paradise last month! It was taken with my mobile, pretty good for a mobile! Check them out!!!! &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7b4261c815ec0d8b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7b4261c815ec0d8b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329937811%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B5FB5319485CBAF9D4161784A58066948620380.1A2FA7D61055B58FCADFCDF84FF91B495FF1C4FA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7b4261c815ec0d8b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-ALUjqAN22Ql5HRi_r9Vnp30azc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7b4261c815ec0d8b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329937811%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B5FB5319485CBAF9D4161784A58066948620380.1A2FA7D61055B58FCADFCDF84FF91B495FF1C4FA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7b4261c815ec0d8b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-ALUjqAN22Ql5HRi_r9Vnp30azc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to go on diet, cause I had been eating too much back in Malaysia. Time to get some fat out of my tummy and it is about time now. What have I been doing? Exercise, and eating less at night. That's my diet plan. I know I can't go with those diets like Atkin and others, so I will just less fat induced foods and more veggie and fruits! Besides I am just looking to reduce a few kg, not until 10kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-7583127880978547772?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7b4261c815ec0d8b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7583127880978547772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=7583127880978547772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7583127880978547772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7583127880978547772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/whales-in-paradise.html' title='Whales in Paradise'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-1682860813067061415</id><published>2008-08-10T21:00:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:33:42.535+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Taste of Belachan</title><content type='html'>Just a  short entry to tell you my whereabouts. It has been awhile since I bloggged. I was pretty buggered from my trip back to Aus  and I was busy with getting all the documents together for my permanent residency application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually travelled for 24 hours from Malaysia to Melbourne. That's crazy hour of travelling, it sounded like I am staying in UK, where travelling for such amount of time is considered to be normal. How can I go from 8 hours of flight to 24 hours? Okay, let make them into a list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.00 pm (Malaysian time) - Reach Penang Airport&lt;br /&gt;3.00 pm                                     - Flight took off from Penang&lt;br /&gt;4.00 pm                                          -  Reach LCCT Airport in KL&lt;br /&gt;10.00 pm                                       - Fly back to Aus (after 6 hours of transit)&lt;br /&gt;5.00 am                                           - Reached Gold Coast (7 am Aussie time)&lt;br /&gt;1.00 pm                                            - Fly back to Melb (after 6 hours of transit)&lt;br /&gt;3.00 pm                                 - Reach Melbourne (pretty buggered, and doped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, 24 hours. When I touch down Melbourne, it was pretty dark already. Thank god my uncle came and fetch me. I actually slept in Coolangatta Airport, on the benches and hugging all my luggages. I might be sleeping with a big mouth opened, and if there were flies, I could have shallowed heaps of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am working my ass of to get all the documents ready. Body check, academic transcript, completion letter, etc etc. Thank to my cousin who fixed the internet connection, so now I can use the internet from my computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should stop ranting about what happened. Now that I am back in Melbourne, with coldness surrounding me, I should be please and be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Penang, I also had a lot of belachan foods!!!! Belachan Water Spinach, Belachan Chicken and Belachan Mantis Prawn!!!! So below is the picture of Belachan Chicken. The picture did not do its justice, of course the taste and smell are way better than what its appearance over here. I took it from my home, after my dad brought them back from the hawker stall.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJ7LoEqJy9I/AAAAAAAAAus/Sj4NwWw0QKE/s1600-h/IMG_5833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJ7LoEqJy9I/AAAAAAAAAus/Sj4NwWw0QKE/s400/IMG_5833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232843706356845522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh btw, I will be writing about another good restaurant that I had back in Penang. It is called Tao, at somewhere I can't remember. It is a Japanese restaurant, although it has a so called Chinese name. I will talk about it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJ7KwTZVTXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/321KdqDWwY4/s1600-h/IMG_5939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJ7KwTZVTXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/321KdqDWwY4/s400/IMG_5939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232842748240153970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lex-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-1682860813067061415?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1682860813067061415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=1682860813067061415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1682860813067061415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1682860813067061415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/taste-of-belachan.html' title='Taste of Belachan'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJ7LoEqJy9I/AAAAAAAAAus/Sj4NwWw0QKE/s72-c/IMG_5833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-6652805646897602585</id><published>2008-08-01T17:00:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T17:49:44.070+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penang'/><title type='text'>Seafoods at Teluk Kumbar</title><content type='html'>I probably should say that I could not live up to my promise... I did say that I will not over-indulge when I am back in Penang. But I did. Now I am an all-rounded person, with a big round tummy, all thanks to the foods in Penang and a hyper persuasive mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they heard of what I wanted to eat, there we go, our next destination. I have been eating all those good foods and I should say I am indulging every single bit of it! Oh well, since I will only be in Penang for 3 months, and next Monday I will be flying back to Melbourne. So it is understandable that people will try to shove as much foods as possible into a tiny opening at the front of my face called mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go anywhere other than mainland Penang. I don't need to, cause this trip is suppose to be my Makan Trip, and my Home Trip. Most of the day it was so hot, I was scared of going out during day time! So I normally go out for dinner, and sometime being cheated to attend a Drink-All-You-Want feast with my friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talking about the seafoods restaurant, it is a beach front restaurant. Once I said beach front restaurant, you might think it will be very classy and all those expensive stuffs. As a matter of fact, it is not classy and not at all expensive. I think for 5 persons, it only costed us about RM50. Which is about rm10 per person, with the seafoods, it is Al-CHEAPO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally we get to sit on the beach and eat our seafoods, but since that day it was a raining day, all of us have to squat below a shelter. I did check whether the shop is still open, thinking it might be washed away by tsunami in 2004. After making sure the shop is still there, we hopped onto my brother in law's car and off we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant was behind an abandoned building, and it is very easy to miss that place. We missed that before and had to make a U-ie and drive superbly slow, making a row of cars driving slowly behind us, just to get into the driveway into the restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJK7mKr9gYI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Z18PNh_g6wI/s1600-h/IMG_5808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229448381708730754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJK7mKr9gYI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Z18PNh_g6wI/s400/IMG_5808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the front of the restaurant, it is a very small house aka restaurant with tables and chair all around the beach. The blue boxes are where they keep the seafoods, not in a very classy aquarium for the fishes. Remember, this is not a classy restaurant, but their foods are way better than those that charged us through our nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJK5__6-HrI/AAAAAAAAAuU/1fgnahUjggk/s1600-h/IMG_5813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229446626472238770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJK5__6-HrI/AAAAAAAAAuU/1fgnahUjggk/s400/IMG_5813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Sambal Kangkung aka Water spinach with sambal belacan sauce. My favorite!!!! Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJK5VkMSlYI/AAAAAAAAAuM/CmXS2HkUFsE/s1600-h/IMG_5819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229445897474184578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJK5VkMSlYI/AAAAAAAAAuM/CmXS2HkUFsE/s400/IMG_5819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deep fried sotong, or squid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJK4hA0trPI/AAAAAAAAAuE/WnJCV1vrDho/s1600-h/IMG_5820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229444994626858226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJK4hA0trPI/AAAAAAAAAuE/WnJCV1vrDho/s400/IMG_5820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Salad He-Koh, or Mantis Prawn Salad. Although it is very yummy, other people were saying it was a bit small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJK3ib5DV4I/AAAAAAAAAt8/LrLvhtkGc-s/s1600-h/IMG_5821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229443919561054082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJK3ib5DV4I/AAAAAAAAAt8/LrLvhtkGc-s/s400/IMG_5821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some kind of cockles. Can't remember the name of the cockles, but the sauce was very very good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJK2jREoNPI/AAAAAAAAAt0/urXtx5qsO04/s1600-h/IMG_5823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229442834325058802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJK2jREoNPI/AAAAAAAAAt0/urXtx5qsO04/s400/IMG_5823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJK1pxi1ZAI/AAAAAAAAAts/Srx4s4stiho/s1600-h/IMG_5825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229441846609273858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJK1pxi1ZAI/AAAAAAAAAts/Srx4s4stiho/s400/IMG_5825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the last dishes, the CRAB!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait, I've forgotten to take the Satay's picture. That satay is very different from other satay, cause the satay was grilled with the spicy sauce! So yummy I could not remember to take it's picture. &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/34986970-6652805646897602585?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6652805646897602585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=6652805646897602585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6652805646897602585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6652805646897602585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/seafoods-at-teluk-kumbar.html' title='Seafoods at Teluk Kumbar'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SJK7mKr9gYI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Z18PNh_g6wI/s72-c/IMG_5808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-6446887016886399817</id><published>2008-07-24T16:07:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T16:41:05.680+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penang'/><title type='text'>Penang Foods - Bak Kut Teh</title><content type='html'>You guys might wonder why is this heck keep on writing on his blog when he suppose to be outside enjoying the every bit of Penang.&lt;br /&gt;Reason: The Malaysian weather is just too crazy for me. So hot, I can melt once I step out of the house..... So most of you guys can see me hanging around my house most of the day, waiting for the sun to set. Yep, I am the next Dracula!!!!! Bwahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this time I am introducing you one of my favourites! Bak Kut Teh. Pork Bone Teh if I were to direct translate that. Basically it is a soupy dish that contained all kind of pork meats, pork bones, Chinese mushrooms, bean curd, and something I missed the most, deep fried dough! Back in Aus, I can still cook this dish whenever I like. But, I can never find good and fresh deep-fried dough.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think once you guys hear about the word soupy, you might think that the heat had gone up to my head..... Normally after eating this dish, I will sweat like a pig. So normally I will eat that for tea, not lunch. Okay enough of crapping. The place that I went was located at Macalister Road, opposite to a hotel named Red Rock Hotel. Yep, once again, I did not take the name of the place down. Besides, the foods that I devoured were mostly from hawker centres, which mostly has no name...... So if you guys want to try this place out, make sure you pay attention when you drive from the city and reached the hawker centre called Hong Kong Dim Sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIgeX95zApI/AAAAAAAAAtk/nGtUaETxavg/s1600-h/IMG_5827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226460764666266258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIgeX95zApI/AAAAAAAAAtk/nGtUaETxavg/s400/IMG_5827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They have this traditional way of cleaning your cutlery. Hmm, not cutlery, maybe your chopsticks and spoons. The traditional way is by cleaning your "cutlery" with a bowl of hot water. Super hot, you will get burn if you are not well trained. Maybe if you go for dimsum anywhere you will still see this, but outside the dimsum restaurant you hardly see this way anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIgdpTMLgXI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ZrA5ovvdk3g/s1600-h/IMG_5828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226459962926662002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIgdpTMLgXI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ZrA5ovvdk3g/s400/IMG_5828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;del&gt;sumptuous&lt;/del&gt; feast. Maybe not sumptuous, but definitely mouthwatering one! The plate of yellow-ish cubes are the deep-fried dough I was talking about. You dip them into the soup and eat it when they are soaking wet with the soup! Very flavoursome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIgc98bX1vI/AAAAAAAAAtU/mG3PclHuT0s/s1600-h/IMG_5829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226459218081994482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIgc98bX1vI/AAAAAAAAAtU/mG3PclHuT0s/s400/IMG_5829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tada! This is the Bak Kut Teh! Filled with meats and a bit of veggie. But the soup is very herby, unlike the Singaporean style, which is mostly pepper...... That night we had 3 refills of the soup and we can still finished the whole claypot. I drank at least 2 bowls of the soup! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time &lt;del&gt;maybe later today or tomorrow&lt;/del&gt; I will post more foods up. Maybe I will do the seafoods from Teluk Kumbar!&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/34986970-6446887016886399817?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6446887016886399817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=6446887016886399817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6446887016886399817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6446887016886399817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/penang-foods-bak-kut-teh.html' title='Penang Foods - Bak Kut Teh'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIgeX95zApI/AAAAAAAAAtk/nGtUaETxavg/s72-c/IMG_5827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-1512876101254328005</id><published>2008-07-23T17:13:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:48:46.935+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penang'/><title type='text'>Foods in Penang - I</title><content type='html'>I think I will dedicate this blog into foods for these few days. Cause I wanted to lure you guys into coming to Penang. Okay, the first stop has to be the one from a hawker centre in Tanjung Bungah. I can't recalled what is the hawker centre name, but it is opposite the Penang Chinese Swimming Club. I was the member over there before, and that place was pretty familiar to me, eventhough I lived in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this place was introduced by my sister. There is this place that sell "ikan bakar - grilled fish". 不一样 ikan bakar. Yeah you hear me correct, it means Unique Grilled Fish.... The name itself was very catchy, so I went ahead with my sister. It turned out to be very nice! The sauce was really different from a normal grilled fish. The sauces had some deep-fried anchovies and dried shrimps as well. So since the 不一样 ikan bakar is so famous, we decided to name the place 不一样 Hawker Centre!  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226108836354653138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIbeTCxy-9I/AAAAAAAAAtM/5Uxc-o6gjC0/s400/IMG_5764.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sorry guys, the picture of the grilled fish turned out to be pretty dark. I was quite new to my sister's camera. So you guys will have to settle for the 不一样 sotong or 不一样 grilled squid. The next thing I wanna introduce is Ambla Sumboi! Ambla is a fruit, a bit bitter to some people's taste. So they add dried plumes which makes it sourish! That's the drink I always order since I reach Penang 1 week ago. Yeah, I am in Penang for a week, although my mom is annoying me to the max, I am looking forward for more Penang foods! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIbdr-B97RI/AAAAAAAAAtE/p0FjXJqMjNk/s1600-h/IMG_5766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226108165065403666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIbdr-B97RI/AAAAAAAAAtE/p0FjXJqMjNk/s400/IMG_5766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the grilled fish is very good, others were only alrite. Satay, fried oyster omelette were so so only. I will post some of the good satay up next time. I will try to update this blog with heaps of foods next time. So I guess I shall make you guys drool for awhile, before the big Niagra falls come down! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIbdL_ySSYI/AAAAAAAAAs8/kXQLnHqKxOM/s1600-h/IMG_5772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226107615780686210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIbdL_ySSYI/AAAAAAAAAs8/kXQLnHqKxOM/s400/IMG_5772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A normal (not unique) satay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIbcgdXlz3I/AAAAAAAAAs0/zq0LJYz9GG0/s1600-h/IMG_5773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226106867807539058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIbcgdXlz3I/AAAAAAAAAs0/zq0LJYz9GG0/s400/IMG_5773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty normal fried oyster omelette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIbb5HrQX4I/AAAAAAAAAss/txZzr2_Q3SE/s1600-h/IMG_5775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226106191969542018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIbb5HrQX4I/AAAAAAAAAss/txZzr2_Q3SE/s400/IMG_5775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ice kacang, or I don't know what it is called. Basically it is a cold dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIbbQ0YT6oI/AAAAAAAAAsk/NecaY8Bb0DA/s1600-h/IMG_5776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226105499595041410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIbbQ0YT6oI/AAAAAAAAAsk/NecaY8Bb0DA/s400/IMG_5776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Job well done. I took heaps of pictures of other foods, they doesn't turn out nicely..... I was having Hokkien-Loh Mee actually. It is mixture of Loh Mee and Prawn Mee. Spicy and very sticky, ditch that dish a lot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time, please prepare your mouth for Niagra Fall!&lt;br /&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/34986970-1512876101254328005?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1512876101254328005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=1512876101254328005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1512876101254328005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1512876101254328005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/foods-in-penang-i.html' title='Foods in Penang - I'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SIbeTCxy-9I/AAAAAAAAAtM/5Uxc-o6gjC0/s72-c/IMG_5764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-8115163989515184845</id><published>2008-07-18T17:21:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T17:38:11.841+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A series of unfortunate events</title><content type='html'>I think taking the flight back home is actually a wrong movement. Right after I boarded the flight, bad things tend to follow me around.... These are the series of unfortunate events I would love to rant about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change of flight for my KL - Penang trip. Although I had changed from flying at 9pm to 4pm which means I only left 1 hour transit, that doesn't mean it is a good thing. This is because the flight from KL to Penang is not a connecting flight.... I need to change the flight to the next day and sleep in my friend's (one of the generous monkey's) house. Although it means I get to spend one night with my beloved friend, that really bugged me because I can't reach home earlier.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While printing my boarding pass for flight from Melb to Gold Coast, I accidentally turned off the computer instead of turning on the printer to print my pass. So I could not print that bloody pass and need to queue up for printing of my boarding pass. I was pretty angry at myself that time, for being so stupid, and turn off my computer instead. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to watch whales in the ocean. It is a good thing actually. They were magnificent! But I came back with a "salty fish". My shoe were soaking wet from the trip cause the sea water keep splashing onto my legs, AND my whole body, while we were chasing whales. Although this is a good sign that I should buy a new shoe, I quite like that shoe. Regradless of me skating through the wet ground with that shoe, I still liked them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now this is the worst thing ever happened to me..... My bloody beloved Sony Ericsson K850i which was newly purchased from Aus is going crazy with me. So am I...... The battery always dies after 12 hours. I need to charge it every day......... OMFG.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then, when I just reach Penang, my house had this series of blackout. No power, no fan, but heaps of mossy...... The stupid "people" don't know how to repair the "major breakdown". I called them at least 6 times and I reckon they know my name at the end of that series. OMG, being an urban person, blackout is really hard for me, and the mossy is not helping. At the end of the day, I was busy looking for cockie to pass my time....... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of you guys might say, stop the whinging. Get a grab of what is real and stop ranting..... But hey, this is my blog. So I can rant, ramble and whinge as much as I want. I should do something with my Sony. I hope these unfortunate events will end here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-8115163989515184845?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8115163989515184845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=8115163989515184845&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8115163989515184845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8115163989515184845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='A series of unfortunate events'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-7743614241939998114</id><published>2008-07-11T21:37:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:15:58.670+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My lonely boring life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excitement'/><title type='text'>ASM Conference</title><content type='html'>I better write this entry before I go off for holiday back in my hometown. I assume I will be a tourist in my hometown, cause I presume Penang will change to a phase I will never recognise. But before that, I will be heading to Gold Coast and watch a real life whale. I hope it will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past five days, I was busy. In fact, I was very very busy. I was attending a international level conference from Australian Society for Microbiology. Sound very interesting huh? Actually it is some sort of lecture over another lectures, that start from morning going through evening. You hear me correctly, sometimes I was over there from 8.30am to 10.00 pm. Of course it is not all about lectures, we have time for networking and social (this is what it said over the itinerary). I have to say, these lectures are very different from those you experienced during undergraduate. During undegraduate study, we were taught of what is the definition of Gram negative bacteria, what is bioremediation or the use of infection control. But over here, since I am the most under-qualified person, their talks were mostly on the research they did and what are they looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were heaps of microbiologist from all over the world. I was lucky to be able to chat with some of the most powerful person in this field. The first day was rather bleak. I was from the outback and looking at people chatting away are not a good sign when I have no one to talk to (except my supervisor). Luckily I managed to adapt to this kind of situation and prised my mouth open to speak with strangers. Almost everyday, I managed to talk with a handful of strangers, and "network". I didn't know being a scientist is so hard..... Anywho, on the second day, I noticed although there were high amount of people chatting in groups, there were bound to have people who stood there alone, feeling out of place. Then I began to feel relief and chatted away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my supervisor, who invited me to present in a small workshop, I managed to chat with some people from different universities, all around Australia. The picture below is my supervisor presenting in that workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SHdHTa7_VtI/AAAAAAAAAsc/uiAjqG9YFlg/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SHdHTa7_VtI/AAAAAAAAAsc/uiAjqG9YFlg/s400/DSC00067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221720691933402834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my lovely &lt;del&gt;lengthy&lt;/del&gt; poster displayed in the Exhibition Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SHdG9-FOBEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/bFqz6_SOInw/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SHdG9-FOBEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/bFqz6_SOInw/s400/DSC00068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221720323410232386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That picture was taken when I was in a plenary presentation by a Laureate Prof Peter C. Doherty. I should say, some of the presentations can bored you to sleep or dead, while others are very amusing and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SHdGvA5y5-I/AAAAAAAAAsM/x4T63UvsAmM/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SHdGvA5y5-I/AAAAAAAAAsM/x4T63UvsAmM/s400/DSC00070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221720066469586914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was very excited, afterall it is my first time attending a conference. I dare not take too many photos, cause none of them took any photos, and besides people are over here to listen to the presentation. Not to take photograph like all the Asian like to do. So three photos are all I can get from five days of conference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-7743614241939998114?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7743614241939998114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=7743614241939998114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7743614241939998114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7743614241939998114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/asm-conferece.html' title='ASM Conference'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SHdHTa7_VtI/AAAAAAAAAsc/uiAjqG9YFlg/s72-c/DSC00067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-4658105953687414465</id><published>2008-06-29T23:05:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T00:00:32.412+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Creatures from Mars</title><content type='html'>I am not sure why am I writing this entry. To tell you the truth, I really don't. I just felt like writing it, although the first part of my story had long gone 1 year ago. Maybe because I have no room on my own now, I am sleeping on a foldable bed-couch thingy. Or maybe I am just into a phase, like &lt;del&gt;old smelly socks (I have no idea why I wrote that)&lt;/del&gt; PMS. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my title, before I got too far into the old smelly socks, I am speaking about men! Once upon a time &lt;del&gt;that sound old&lt;/del&gt;, one of my friends (girl) asked me this question: What  men do when they are interested in a girl? Man, that took me hell a long time to think. Maybe so long that, it takes me about 1 year to fully understand the psychology part of it. I am not a psychologist, so don't get me wrong there. So what men do when they are interested in a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 years of looking at love and men textbooks, definitely not researching, and maybe asking me the same question to answer my friend, I have come up with these set of answers. Maybe you guys might not agree with me, speaking in an ockle way "I don't bloody care, gals digs blokes with big tummy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy is interested in a girl, when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He looks at the particular girl with a slight puppy eyes and somehow tenderly look. I might get this wrong, a play boy might get these sort of eyes and get every girls on his shoe. How do you girls tell when a bloke have those eyes? Maybe they will sparkle when he looks at you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bloke is more caring towards you. Do not agree with that? No guys will beat up the girl that he likes if he is interested. What? You think you are still in kindie? So a good way to test this is to act as if you fall down, and hurt yourself, and see whether the guy cares or not. Of course some of them do care, right? When someone feel down, you will help that guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bloke will be interested to spend more time with you. Either on the train, or just standing in front of the rancid smelling toilets waiting for you. This is quite true, we won't be standing there smelling all those filthy smell, and rather go to some perfume shop even though they smelt a lot worse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bloke would love to talk to you more often! With the latest techology, one can argue that it is hard to differentiate. Even a 5 years old kid has the latest mobile, and he KNOWS how to sms...... I reckon I will lose to him in the competition of text messaging if we had one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think body language plays a lot of roles in this part. Just like monkey, the interested party will try to groom the other &lt;del&gt;victim&lt;/del&gt; monkey. Although we have evolved or genetically modified by selective breeding, some part of us are still very similar to our monkey ancestors. Christian people, you are different, you are greated by your god from mould. So I can't include you guys into this, can I? Sorry I am being religion-ist here, pardon me for that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The guy will put the girl's name near his mouth. Not change his name to the girl's name, you bloody idiot. He speaks more of her, maybe in good, some might be bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe he will beat you because he is interested in you. Well, when a boy hit or bully a girl, this means he is interested in her. Maybe some people still practise this movement when they grow up. Thank god I am not close to any of these abusive people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bloke will try to buy drinks for the lady, and maybe with some additives. Well, we know what we are interested. Do you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He will jump around like monkey and ask you for a dance or so. Then you guys can jump around in circle or crazy undirected way and exchange body heat. Hey I am not talking about sex yet, don't jump into conclusion like them.... Then after one dance or another, you guys can actually exchange "interest" in a filthy grafitti toilet. By "interest", it means something the girl will see something growing in few month time like a bank interest, and guys need to pay all of that in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Okay, I can't think of any other thing that is good. So basically you guys should know the point 1-6 are somehow true, and point 7-9 are all bullshits. If not, you poor gullible soul...... People open your eyes and look at the world, maybe with a new pair of glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, as a disclaimer, this is just a mere nonsense by a too much time on his sleeve author, and should be read in account of pleasure or under supervision of an adult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-4658105953687414465?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4658105953687414465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=4658105953687414465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4658105953687414465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4658105953687414465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/creatures-from-mars.html' title='Creatures from Mars'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-4123137674726452212</id><published>2008-06-24T14:12:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:01:10.694+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a V-Line.</title><content type='html'>Taking a break from my packing, I decided to write this entry. Cause I probably won't have the mood to write another entry until I am fully settled in Melbourne. Yes, you get me right, I will be moving back to Melbourne for good. I will be out of this outback, and into the big smoke. Some parts of me are longing about the move, and another half just want to stay put. But this is a move I have to make, not the one I can choose.&lt;br /&gt;If you guys have read the previous entry, I will be crashing with my cousin. I think I better start packing again. These are my pictures of the packing progress.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SGB3gEKvixI/AAAAAAAAAsA/NH7e8_0k_bs/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SGB3gEKvixI/AAAAAAAAAsA/NH7e8_0k_bs/s400/DSC00059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215299761253354258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SGB3SG4W-NI/AAAAAAAAAr4/9I7PPnBAoTo/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SGB3SG4W-NI/AAAAAAAAAr4/9I7PPnBAoTo/s400/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215299521463384274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am always like that when I pack. Throw everything out and then only sort them into boxes. So everything will lie around the room when I pack, and I got agitated by that and start watching tv again. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from packing, I am sure I am going to miss the outback. I am speaking on behalf of everyone who stayed at the outback for more than 5 months. Okay, some people might not like this place after all these years. But I came to love it. This place is nice and very laid back; I believed I have said enough about this beautiful place, so I should stop here. I guess I should let you guys see what is so nice about this place. Those gippslander, please don't buy the next V-line ticket back to gippy after looking at them. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SGB2jE0R5JI/AAAAAAAAArs/HIk9h6MiOJA/s1600-h/IMG_1515-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SGB2jE0R5JI/AAAAAAAAArs/HIk9h6MiOJA/s400/IMG_1515-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215298713455551634" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;The most beautiful sunset I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SGB2CIc9PCI/AAAAAAAAArk/DJd48hURGjE/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SGB2CIc9PCI/AAAAAAAAArk/DJd48hURGjE/s400/DSC00037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215298147495787554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SGB1sxx4cnI/AAAAAAAAArc/b0PByXqZTkc/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SGB1sxx4cnI/AAAAAAAAArc/b0PByXqZTkc/s400/DSC00044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215297780632285810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunsets during winter. I took them on the way back from gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SGB1Np65vJI/AAAAAAAAArU/wsVpAjKoHmc/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SGB1Np65vJI/AAAAAAAAArU/wsVpAjKoHmc/s400/DSC00031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215297245946690706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One foggy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow, it will be only a visit to this place. I know I will miss it a lot, but I can't see any of my future in this place. Maybe I will move back when I am a 40 years old heck, but not now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-4123137674726452212?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4123137674726452212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=4123137674726452212&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4123137674726452212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4123137674726452212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/leaving-on-v-line.html' title='Leaving on a V-Line.'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SGB3gEKvixI/AAAAAAAAAsA/NH7e8_0k_bs/s72-c/DSC00059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-3136861188137170890</id><published>2008-06-15T23:09:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:58:51.710+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>In Heaven or In Jail?</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: This is just a random rambling from Lex. The author still want to be neutral in political worlds, although most of the world are going crazy with the rise of gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you guys might know about that I will be heading back to Melbourne for good, or some of you guys might not know. When I am down in the city, I have to stay with my aunt. This is because she INSISTED of me staying with her, and I know that she cares about me a lot (as much as a mother will). Hey I am not complaining about this. But then there is always a personal dispute inside me. I have moved out of the comfort and pamper life four years ago, and now I get my comfort and pampering by living by myself. I LOVE living by myself. What is the advantages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can go out as late as I want, not accounted to anyone. FREEDOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can do whatever I like at home, in my own little space, ie. watch tv until wee hour if there is no work the next day, find for treasure in two little holes that is formed below my eyes, and maybe sit around naked (I am just giving extreme activity, not that I sit around naked, only when it is 45 degree hot summer)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;But there is always bad side which some people thinks that they will be too much for someone at this age, like laundry, cleaning the floor or others. But I have gone pass that budge-stage where I do all the house chores when I felt that they are too much for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my aunt that I wanted to move out with my friends, my aunt actually cried out loud. Of another thing that makes me don't want to stay in the house is that I don't have my own space. I need to crash in my cousin room. I don't think he likes that idea as well. My aunt actually said that she wants me to live with her as long as I am working in Melbourne. So should I move out of Melbourne? I think when it is time to move, she will understand. So what is so bad living with her, right? Foods, shelters, needs, necessaries provided. All free of charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, one thing is I need to crash with my cousin in a small room, both of us are over 18. I don't think it is good for my uncle to clean my undies and clothes. I don't have a personal table where I can put all my crap and electronics. I have some other needs, and I better not say. Their house are miles away from the station, and it is hard for me if I were to be late from gatherings and outings. I don't think my cousin will be happy if I stay over his place for that such a long time, and he might have needs as well. Hahaha. Hey, we are adult here, and boys will always be boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But beggars can't be choosers. So I have to go with this kind of tormenting situation for awhile, hoping I can a job and move out of their house. Don't get me wrong, they are the closest people to me over here in Aus, but I am a person who tasted freedom before. I don't want to go back to that so call comfort zone, if I can. I can make my own comfort zone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good words though, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beggars can't be choosers&lt;/span&gt;........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-3136861188137170890?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3136861188137170890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=3136861188137170890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3136861188137170890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3136861188137170890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-heaven-or-in-jail.html' title='In Heaven or In Jail?'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-7654673518822721718</id><published>2008-06-13T21:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:46:03.250+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow is another Day</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys, been leaving this blog to rot for awhile. Can you guys see any mould growing at the corner? If so, do help me to wipe them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2 pm, I am no longer a student! Although my student card valid until 2010, so means I can watch movie at cinema with reduced price until 2010, I have officially completed my Honours degree!! Honours year come and go, and 1 year passed in a blink. I still clearly remembered the first time I stepped into my Honours office, sitting next to Micheal and Jacinta on my both side. I can't say I had the worst time during this year, I had a blast actually! I just wish I can stay here longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with one of my friend, and that I will be heading to the city soon. It is different, I got use of this kind of slow-paced life in Gippsland. If I remembered clearly, I did say this phrase before, and for a numerous time. People over here in Gippy are way friendlier than those in the city. Although when you bring a smile out to the world, the world will smile WITH you (not At). Oh yes, I will be moving to the city soon. I have no idea how many times I need to move, but I to have my own house next time, where I won't need to move like a bloody nomad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pretty addicted to watch Aussie Footy these days. That is a bloody bewdy, one can play with hand, foot and even body. But I don't really see the point of talking footy here, since this is not a footy blog, and only those from Aus will know about this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I will pay all my attentions into making a nice poster for the conference I am anticipating for, and enjoy will I can!!!! Yes, tomorrow is another day, another pretty boring and routine day. I guess I am behaving older than I suppose to be, no longer hitting the nearest pub (if there is any) to celebrate my degree completion. But, sit here and bloody blog about my bloody life...... I wonder whether can I blame on my circle of friends over here, cause almost all of them don't go to such places. I have to pull them into a pub last year during my birthday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I get my entertainment by hitting the gym; not to spot on boobies, or to see girls in bikini in the swimming pool. I do exercise in the gym. AND healthy dose of cable tv, thanks to my landlord. Sometime I do feel bad, cause I was laughing my ass off while watching King of Queens while my housemate need to study for his nursing examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of rambling useless stuffs. Tomorrow is another day, for me to start packing and procrastinate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-7654673518822721718?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7654673518822721718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=7654673518822721718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7654673518822721718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7654673518822721718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/tomorrow-is-another-day.html' title='Tomorrow is another Day'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-3973288041832484829</id><published>2008-05-27T20:51:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:01:00.332+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excitement'/><title type='text'>Now you comb now you don't</title><content type='html'>I guess this entry's title is rather weird rite? now you comb now you don't? What does it means? Okay, for the past few days, I have been complaining to someone, you know who you are!, that my hair is bugging me..... All flat hard to make it stand up. Maybe because once I got lazy making them all stand up, they will fall flat and stuck to my head.... Haih......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally can't take that anymore, and went back to Melbourne for my stylist. This time, my stylist was none other than my Fat Aunt! Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was shock to know what I am going to cut, and I don't know whether you guys will be shock  as well. But I INSISTED. The picture below is me without my hair cut. All flat, looked exactly like a nerd.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SDvoPPRk7pI/AAAAAAAAAm0/wVNxv9Xb60Q/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SDvoPPRk7pI/AAAAAAAAAm0/wVNxv9Xb60Q/s400/DSC00038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205009142852677266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the hair cut:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.What for it&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What for it&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SDvoE_Rk7oI/AAAAAAAAAms/1kA-YDNqhrA/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SDvoE_Rk7oI/AAAAAAAAAms/1kA-YDNqhrA/s400/DSC00042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205008966759018114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There! Buzz cut!!!!! Although it makes me looked a bit "eggy", and I can tell people still can't use of that, well, they have to!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.  It does look better with my sunnies and Ipod, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-3973288041832484829?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3973288041832484829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=3973288041832484829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3973288041832484829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3973288041832484829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/now-you-comb-now-you-dont.html' title='Now you comb now you don&apos;t'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/SDvoPPRk7pI/AAAAAAAAAm0/wVNxv9Xb60Q/s72-c/DSC00038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-7807481971450378520</id><published>2008-05-23T14:28:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:07:37.283+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excitement'/><title type='text'>Looking Up and Reaching for the Sky</title><content type='html'>I am finally finished with my Honours Thesis! After 4 months of nonstop writing and cracking up my head to correct my own badly-sounded English, it all comes to one day or pathetically worry on every single bit of the thesis formatting..... But at the end of the day, although I was knackered, lethargic and having millions of stuffs running around my head, I felt good. Not happy cause I was too numb to be happy. GOOD! I felt even better when my supervisor told me how proud she is! Those little words do make me feel a lot better!&lt;br /&gt;(PS, you will never get these treatments if you are under an Asian supervisor, so beat it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was telling myself that I should NOT be typing anything for at least two days. But what are you looking now? Yes, I am typing on my blog, blog entry won't just come into existence if no one is writing it......I am not staying with an extraterrestrial person either. I just can't seems to stop myself from doing work, I guess. Don't get me wrong, I am not a workaholic. I know when to enjoy my day. These days there weren't any good movies and tv shows over Austar. Just when you thought paid tv has everything, but not every single minute of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are thousands message I wanted to pass on during the holocaust/hiatus, but I was just too busy to write up something nice. These few days, a Melbournian drop-out, Cory something is stirring the water again. First he crashed his own parent's house, then once he got famous in doing that, people thinks they can make money out of him. By giving him more money and attentions in doing those absurd behavior. For your information, to those who is not in the land down under, or just plain living in a nutshell, this guy is a real nuisance. Creating problems everywhere he goes, and over-partying like no body's business. I guess he doesn't realise that after a few years, he will be living in a dump with no one attention. And the last thing he might do is suicide, since this is a good attention seeking events! I am not cursing him here, but I am just merely stating the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people come over to me, saying " Yeah, so you are done now! I am envy you cause you can do nothing now!". Hell no. I have heaps of stuffs to do, just like the next undergraduate student standing next to me. Oh not next to me, cause I am in my room writing this entry, and no one is standing next to me. If you guys bothered to look at the two previous posts, I had as much thing as you guys. Maybe even more... But those of the stuffs that I am dying to do.&lt;br /&gt;Presenting in a nationwide conference! How good is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be done for today. Off to do more workout in the gym!! I will be doing down to the big smoke tomorrow! Till then,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-7807481971450378520?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7807481971450378520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=7807481971450378520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7807481971450378520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7807481971450378520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/looking-up-and-reaching-for-sky.html' title='Looking Up and Reaching for the Sky'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-6173357371571774186</id><published>2008-04-15T23:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:17:21.977+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still Alive</title><content type='html'>I have abandoned my blog for 1 month.... My gosh..... Just a quick hello just to tell you my whereabout. I don't want to abandon it okay, but these few weeks have been tremendously exhausting and busy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I am up to these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thesis writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitting the gym every other days. I am not that vain to post myself naked and show the muscle in my blog, so don't ever think you can see anything from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing lab works continuously and planning that they will fail and need me to repeat them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep (definitely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City dwelling. Quite a lot, cause some unfinished business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Schedule for next few months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish my Thesis. That is a MUST. DO OR DIE.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply for Aussie Permanent Residency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting a poster in Australian Society for Microbiology Conference in Melbourne. That will be my major event for the moment! I can't wait to go there and crap for 4 days!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Gold Coast. Although I go there alone, I reckon it will be fun as well! Planning to go whale watching instead of the kindy theme parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back Msia for holiday. 3 weeks only. So mates, please book me in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe go for skiing trip in Falls Creek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it for now. I will come in and blog impromptu! When I have a time to spare for breathing. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-6173357371571774186?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6173357371571774186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=6173357371571774186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6173357371571774186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6173357371571774186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-still-alive.html' title='I am still Alive'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-628526369492200212</id><published>2008-03-15T23:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T23:31:22.903+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed</title><content type='html'>Stressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liveless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apathy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lethargic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those are the feeling I had past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thesis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resume and Cover Letters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those are the stuffs I have been doing for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry guys, apparently thesis has took the creativeness in me. Can't seems to find a good topic to write these days. Besides I am just too tired to write when I need to write 20 thousands words of thesis.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bare with me these few month, reckon this "sickness" will prolonged to end of May.... I will try to update somedays, not frequent like other professionals bloggers. I am not one of them anyway. Hahaha. So don't abandon my blog........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-628526369492200212?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/628526369492200212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=628526369492200212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/628526369492200212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/628526369492200212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/stressed.html' title='Stressed'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-8353048504900446279</id><published>2008-03-05T17:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:22:58.121+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Crocodile Meat in Red Silk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R847GjBfmXI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8dOc7SzeQu4/s1600-h/P1000198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R847GjBfmXI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8dOc7SzeQu4/s400/P1000198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174138005562038642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That day when I was down in the big smoke, I went to eat at Red Silk (again). This time I did not order any same o' same o' foods that I used to. I ordered Stir-fry Crocodile meat with XO sauce! It is quite nice!!!! Not like I've never eaten crocodile before, but this is not bad at all. The previous time was in Dragon Boat with other exotic meats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the meat tasted like chicken, while the texture felt a bit like fish. There were also some fishy taste to it. Go for it if you want something different for your lunch or tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Silk Restaurant and Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;101, 1st Fl 200 Bourke Street Melbourne 3000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;03 9663 9922&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-8353048504900446279?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8353048504900446279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=8353048504900446279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8353048504900446279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8353048504900446279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/crocodile-meat-in-red-silk.html' title='Crocodile Meat in Red Silk'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R847GjBfmXI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8dOc7SzeQu4/s72-c/P1000198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-9118451318739766</id><published>2008-03-05T16:46:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:15:06.648+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Conformity Vs Individualism</title><content type='html'>What I realised after 2 years of staying oversea is that the cultures between two big nations are relatively huge; Asian and Westerners. Over here in Aus, there were high amount of people practicing  Individualism, while in Asian countries, there were high conformity going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who has no idea what is Conformity and Individualism, better improve your psychological dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conformity means tendency to change one's perceptions, opinions, or behaviours to conform with group norms. Too many scientific jargons? Basically it is about one following the social trends and community trends. Individualism is the opposite of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, why I say that? That Westerner has more individualism, while Asian just follow the leads. Some of you who are pro-Asian might started to protest upon looking at that sentences. AND I am going to prove my theory right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about Asian alone. Looking back at the time of LaLa-Land. There were heaps of LaLa (people with totally no sense of dressing, thinking what they dress were hip when they showed a total loser out of them) all of the sudden in a few years back. Almost all, if not all, of them have bell bottom jeans, collar shirts which were opened widely which can showed their skinny chest. Shirts that are mostly colourful, maybe from their father's time.&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the straightening-hair-period. When almost every girl I know, have had their hair straightened.&lt;br /&gt;This is not the bad stuffs. The thing that make conformity so strong in Asia is people will actually look at you differently when someone wear differently from the norm. This is why conformity is kept very strong in Asia, cause everyone want to look like another person he/she is staying with. They will scrutinizing you until you felt like you weren't wearing anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there will always be the Westerner. Of course, there were people who conform to others. Following fashion trends, and wearing something people will preferably wear. BUT, there were also high individualism in this region. If you were to wear something funny in the street of Melbourne, not many people will pay attention, or even scrutinizing you. For example, when a guy wear Harry Potter costume, or even super-duper short pants, no one will care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys might think I am a hypocrite. Writing all these, while I myself follow trends so desperately. Yes, although I follow trends, there are time which I just wanna wear my normal home clothes out. And I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R845wzBfmWI/AAAAAAAAAjo/FAzNxbebfpU/s1600-h/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R845wzBfmWI/AAAAAAAAAjo/FAzNxbebfpU/s400/Picture1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174136532388256098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, I am not talking about dressing up in your G-strings and thongs (Thong and thongs, what a great pun!). This picture was shown in my Psychology lectures. The first time I saw that, I almost burst out laughing.... hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-9118451318739766?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9118451318739766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=9118451318739766&amp;isPopup=true' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/9118451318739766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/9118451318739766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/conformity-vs-individualism.html' title='Conformity Vs Individualism'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R845wzBfmWI/AAAAAAAAAjo/FAzNxbebfpU/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-7991467535371881775</id><published>2008-02-28T22:43:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:22:43.243+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I did not abandon my blog, okay. I was merely damn busy to update. Why so? These days I am really busy with my Honours. Going to graduate soon; here comes the thesis writings, endless laboratory trials, and spent the rest of my free time in gym or swimming pool. I was stressed inside out, stress can be excreted through my sweat pores into the environment...... So I go for gym, to release stress. Which proved to be a very good option!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should post these up soon. But being a busy person, it took me 3 weeks later to post them up. As some of you guys know, I have finally moved out of residential. No more DC++, no more JJ (some of you will know what is that), no more 5 minutes walk to campus. But, at the same time, I met and become closed to a whole new group of awesome people! Hang out with them, playing monopoly until late, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to my house, when I first came in, the house looked terrible. But I am not a person who particularly fuss with cleanliness. I can live in a place that looks like a dump, but give me a good bed and nice room, I dont mind! On the third day of CNY, Wing Sze came and cleaned my house, while I sat there being useless. Really need to thank her and her work, now it looks sparkling clean! She even squat down to scrub the floor tiles until they are squeaky clean, and caught cold the next day.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R8ahtg8sDRI/AAAAAAAAAjY/tTaWdZLYjh8/s1600-h/P1000124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R8ahtg8sDRI/AAAAAAAAAjY/tTaWdZLYjh8/s400/P1000124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171999025392258322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the kitchen table, before the operation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R8agaQ8sDQI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qSRyfF5JQG0/s1600-h/P1000133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R8agaQ8sDQI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qSRyfF5JQG0/s400/P1000133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171997595168148738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the table after the operation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R8afNg8sDPI/AAAAAAAAAjI/_ZLT6x5hNfI/s1600-h/P1000134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R8afNg8sDPI/AAAAAAAAAjI/_ZLT6x5hNfI/s400/P1000134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171996276613188850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The janitor was quite happy with her work! Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R8ajoA8sDSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/QxByK5uTR-U/s1600-h/P1000130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R8ajoA8sDSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/QxByK5uTR-U/s400/P1000130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172001129926233378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lastly I wanna shout out for my friend, who is so dearly that she sent me a postcard with CNY wishes! It reaches on my doorstep the day before CNY. How nice!!!!! Till this date, the card is still sitting on my bedside table. I couldnt find a good place to stick it up. So it should sit there till I find a good spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heaps of movies in my harddisc, but I cant find the time to watch them......&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/34986970-7991467535371881775?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7991467535371881775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=7991467535371881775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7991467535371881775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7991467535371881775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R8ahtg8sDRI/AAAAAAAAAjY/tTaWdZLYjh8/s72-c/P1000124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-6461172748816629343</id><published>2008-02-13T21:07:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:20:30.285+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiments'/><title type='text'>Food Testing</title><content type='html'>I was doing an experiment on my food yesterday. Testing my fridge foods with subject being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabbage turns moldy over the cut-edge. Presumptive mold is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aspergillus sp&lt;/span&gt;. This is because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aspergillus&lt;/span&gt; can break down high carbohydrates from the cabbage and they presented in atmosphere. When the cabbage was cut, it may come in contact with the mold's spores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is I was craving for cabbage. But we should not eat anything that is moldy, because we known fungi can grow almost every corner of the foods, just that we don't see it (Schliephake, 2007). So I was standing there and pondering. Here comes the objective; eat the cabbage to see whether I will get diarrhoea and prove Schliephake's lecture correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Method&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabbage's edges were cut away. Chopping board was cleansed to prevent cross contamination. Cook the cabbage with carrots for a vegetarians stir fry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meal tasted weird. Maybe because of the Chinese rice wine that was added into the stir fry. Watery diarrhoea after 3 hours (acute attack). But the diarrhoea was prevented by immediate consumption of Five Pagoda Medicine. Diarrhoea resided right after, no more water, but soft feaces were produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion and Recommendations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moldy cabbage is bad. Don't try to eat it even when it appear to be slightly fluffy outside. Cause it will penetrate into the core of the cabbage. Just throw that cabbage away and eat some other veggie instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schliephake, K (2007) Food Microbio in Food Microbiology Class. Should be in Room 3W-219&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-6461172748816629343?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6461172748816629343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=6461172748816629343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6461172748816629343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6461172748816629343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/food-testing.html' title='Food Testing'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-536388134323151353</id><published>2008-02-10T13:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T14:06:59.371+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Slang</title><content type='html'>Okay, I was pretty lazy in blogging these days. I am sorry. Besides it is Chinese New Year and I have yet post anything about CNY. Hahaha. Maybe you should see my another blog &lt;a href="http://moomoolanders.blogspot.com/"&gt;MooMooLanders&lt;/a&gt; for those pictures of CNY Fest. And the slow speed of photo uploading in my new House is not helping......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start rambling, I wish to greet everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Xi Fa Chai&lt;br /&gt;Keong Hee Huat Chai&lt;br /&gt;Kong Hei Fatt Choi&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of seasonal greetings, I can start my rambling now. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, yeah one month passed that quickly, when I have a good nite sleep! Anyway, I was calling my new landlord about my house, when the call divert me to a voice mail service. Yeah rite, it is a service where an operator will talk to you and ask you what you need instead of you talking idiotically to the silent on the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once the lady was speaking on the other end, I actually thought that she is a relative or someone close to David. After she repeated the second time, I caught what she meant. Her Aussie accent was not really strong, and she is definitely not an Indian. I am not being a racist, but most voice operator these days in Aus, are Indians. Indians apart, this operator's accent is alright and I pretty much know the hell she is talking about. The problem was she couldn't catch what I wanted to say on my end......&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is how the conversation goes (Let's call her Operator Penny, you will know what I use this nick later on):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Operator Penny: Hi, this is the voice mail service for David J------s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Huh? David?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Penny: Hi, this is the voice mail service for David, what can I help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Oh. I wanted to talk to David (hahaha, how idiotic can I be ay?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Penny: No (I bet I really got her nerves this time). I am a voice operator for David. Can I leave a message for him? Do you want to leave a name, telephone number and a message for David so that he can call you back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: (Finally get what she meant, hey I never encounter such thing before) Ooooh. Hi, this is Lex, I am the new tenant for Dalpura Court and my mobile is 04xx xxx xxx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Penny: So Lex as in L. E. X?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Penny: Mobile number, is 04 x x x x x x x x?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Penny: and your message will be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: I wanted to talk to David about Dalpura Court Unit 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Penny: Huh? about what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Dalpura Court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Penny: Oooh, Dalpura CouRT (with the emphasis on the "tk" sound)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Yeah, Dalpura CouRT....... (thinking: can't she hear my "tk".......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Penny: and how do you spell Dalpura? D for donkey? A for amy? L for lex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pen: then B for benny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: (Immediately) No, P for pen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Penny: yes yes, B for ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: (is she trying to get back to me?) No, P for Pen (with the emphasis on sharp "p" sound)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Penny: Ben?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Urgh..... P for Pencil. PENCIL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the line just cut there..... Cause I ran out of credit........ I can't believe that. I spent all my credit on spelling Pen. Pen Pen.......&lt;br /&gt;Luckily David did replied me a few minutes later......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, my Malaysian slang is not as bad as it used to be. I am not boosting, but I can communicate with my local friends pretty well and easy. So I just don't know what happened there......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-536388134323151353?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/536388134323151353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=536388134323151353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/536388134323151353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/536388134323151353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/slang.html' title='Slang'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-5852029815968608099</id><published>2008-02-03T13:27:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T13:58:56.069+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My unlonely boring life'/><title type='text'>Pipi</title><content type='html'>Okay, to make one thing clear. This title is Pipi. But it has nothing to do with cheeks. Pipi in Malay means cheeks. I am not going to talk about cheeks over here. This entry is about Australian Pipi (a bivalves which could be found in the sand, for Malaysian, they call it Lala(s).) It is pronounced as pee.pee, just like in Malay for cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better tell the whole story right here right now. Last Monday, it was Australian Day. So we thought of doing something more Australian. Not opening a barbie, or get ourselves drunk like babies. We headed to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Venus Bay. I will post that entry in my other blog Moomoolanders, when I grab those photos from Jon and Mel. Anyway, while we were in the beach, we were playing with waves and water, when Chun Yau found pipi which is alive and kicking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found another on the sand, and there goes the whole Pipi Expedition! All in all, we dug out about 2 bags full of pipi.  After making sure we were not violating the law, we brought that 2 bags happily!!!! Mind you, they are completely &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREE!&lt;/span&gt;!!!!Okay these are some of the photos of pipi and the menu made out of them! The big chef of that day was Yong, and I reckon he did a great job in cooking them!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R6UqJPGt4uI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jOkr6dK_2m0/s1600-h/P1290004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R6UqJPGt4uI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jOkr6dK_2m0/s400/P1290004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162578886012035810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is only one eighth of the pipi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R6Up1vGt4tI/AAAAAAAAAho/oAsgXc3uB1o/s1600-h/P1290002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R6Up1vGt4tI/AAAAAAAAAho/oAsgXc3uB1o/s400/P1290002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162578551004586706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cooking those pipi. Yummm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R6UpQPGt4sI/AAAAAAAAAhg/oDkWWhzyE8w/s1600-h/P1290001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R6UpQPGt4sI/AAAAAAAAAhg/oDkWWhzyE8w/s400/P1290001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162577906759492290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First dishes: Garlic Pipi with White Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R6Uo4fGt4rI/AAAAAAAAAhY/dtKS8JOrras/s1600-h/P1290003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R6Uo4fGt4rI/AAAAAAAAAhY/dtKS8JOrras/s400/P1290003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162577498737599154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second Dishes: Tomato Pipi with Red Wine. Yum yum!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R6UoifGt4qI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/sX7kdbYml84/s1600-h/P1290010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R6UoifGt4qI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/sX7kdbYml84/s400/P1290010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162577120780477090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Third Dishes: My favorite, Belachan Pipi!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R6UnwfGt4oI/AAAAAAAAAhA/d1BMObmmjUA/s1600-h/P1290006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R6UnwfGt4oI/AAAAAAAAAhA/d1BMObmmjUA/s400/P1290006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162576261787017858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason getting ready to eat those pipi(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R6UnbfGt4nI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Aef-whqPRhA/s1600-h/P1290007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R6UnbfGt4nI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Aef-whqPRhA/s400/P1290007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162575901009764978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Mel already started serving the pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R6UoJfGt4pI/AAAAAAAAAhI/gukEv1a0cn4/s1600-h/P1290011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R6UoJfGt4pI/AAAAAAAAAhI/gukEv1a0cn4/s400/P1290011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162576691283747474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those pipi waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here are some of the famous quotes of THAT day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yong:&lt;/span&gt; I was just complaining to Mel that I don't get to eat lala (pipi) since I came to Aus. Now I had plenty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Are we going to finish those lalas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sookie:&lt;/span&gt; These are hell a lot of lalas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jason:&lt;/span&gt; If we want more free pipi, just go back to Venus Bay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jon: &lt;/span&gt;Are those black stuffs, shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ammie:&lt;/span&gt; I can't be bother eating them anymore......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (Lex):&lt;/span&gt; I want more lalas!!!!! Yumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, None of us except Yong got diarrhoea after eating those pipi. This means they are safe to eat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-5852029815968608099?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5852029815968608099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=5852029815968608099&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5852029815968608099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5852029815968608099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/pipi.html' title='Pipi'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R6UqJPGt4uI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jOkr6dK_2m0/s72-c/P1290004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-1213593444068664066</id><published>2008-01-25T00:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:10:53.125+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing Again</title><content type='html'>I can't believe, I need to pack and move again. I am a nomad. I don't know when can I stop packing and moving. But apparently this is how I live for the past one and half year. Moving from places to places, rooms to rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn tired with this kind of life. But what can I do? Buy a house? BULLSHIT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a few months later, I need to move out of the house I am moving into, and maybe back to Melbourne. Then I reckon I still have much moving to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am at good mood, I might take photos of my new room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, packing is it......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-1213593444068664066?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1213593444068664066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=1213593444068664066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1213593444068664066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1213593444068664066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/packing-again.html' title='Packing Again'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-4588957815532025441</id><published>2008-01-20T13:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T14:01:15.563+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foods'/><title type='text'>Steamy Fish</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I felt the sadness of animals in the zoo. Being looked at and pointed at. Being throwed at with rubbish and foods that is no good for them. That is what I felt last nite. Hahaha. Okay it is not as bad as what I have just described, but it is definitely awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R5K2u4T1xQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Yc5uKkedib8/s1600-h/welcomeluc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R5K2u4T1xQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Yc5uKkedib8/s400/welcomeluc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157385439798478082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Felt like this, but I am wearing clothes. Definitely. Hahaha. Ps: Picture taken from other blog. Can't remember where I got them. But pretty funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After beating around the bush for so damn long. I should have told you guys what was humiliating and embarrassing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wing Sze and I was cooking Chinese steamed fish yesterday, since the day before we brought ourselves two fishes from Midvalley. After cooking, we eat your dinner as usual, outside the common room. But yesterday Dee and Kara's friends came over to stay and party. I reckon Kara is the one who saw the fish first. She was so amazed, that she yelled out for everyone in the house to see our lovely little (big Red Fish) fish. Hahaha... Everyone was looking in awe and amaze by way we eat it. With heads and tails attached.... Dee was the one who looked with a big crotch-hole. It is good she did not break down and cry, since she is a vegetarians because she loves animals too damn much. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, we tried to tell everyone that we Asians EAT the fish this way. It is much more fresher and nicer than eating them in flakes. But oh well, this is their culture. Never eat anything that had heads and tails in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R5K214T1xRI/AAAAAAAAAgw/sh5R0MKh5Ts/s1600-h/594555380_2131629299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R5K214T1xRI/AAAAAAAAAgw/sh5R0MKh5Ts/s400/594555380_2131629299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157385560057562386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://steamykitchen.com/blog/2007/07/06/chinese-steamed-fish/"&gt;Chinese steamed fish.&lt;/a&gt; I took this picture from another person's blog as well. If you want to know how to cook it, just click over the link.&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/34986970-4588957815532025441?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4588957815532025441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=4588957815532025441&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4588957815532025441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4588957815532025441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/steamy-fish.html' title='Steamy Fish'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R5K2u4T1xQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Yc5uKkedib8/s72-c/welcomeluc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-7315883396955118901</id><published>2008-01-16T14:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T14:43:46.784+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientist Dilemma</title><content type='html'>I did not go to lab for my Honours nor my work. This is because I am sick.... Caught a common cold again. I have been sick for the 2nd time, ever since I came to Aus. I don't understand why, for the first one and half year, I barely have any sickness. Now I need to see the doctor every other days.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since today is about sickness and science. I felt, after studied 10 years of science (5 years of high school science, 1 years of A-levels science and 4 years of university science), one will heighten his/her awareness on &lt;del&gt;paranoid&lt;/del&gt; sickness. But eating medicines is our only hope?&lt;br /&gt;I am no medicine students, so I won't be discussing much on what should we eat and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being paranoid on two thing recently. One is my predicted peptic ulcer. Once awhile, I have this extreme stomach sore, a few hours after meals. Sometime I need to drink milo every 1 hour to prevent the soring. I predicted (pretty sure) that it is duodenal ulcer. Went to see a general physician, and have yet get the path-test. The second confirmation test is endoscopy, Eeeeeeek...... It is by putting a tube down your throat and into your stomach to see what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another paranoia is my itchy lump over the devil's finger. It is very very itchy, and I have been in the sun for quite a few days now. Pretty tanned from that. And I hope I won't be the unlucky bastard with &lt;del&gt;skin cancer&lt;/del&gt; cross finger. Well on Friday there will be more testing. If so, I hope by early detection, there will be less likely that it will regrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha please with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-7315883396955118901?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7315883396955118901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=7315883396955118901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7315883396955118901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7315883396955118901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/scientist-dilemma.html' title='Scientist Dilemma'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-536677349262274590</id><published>2008-01-09T16:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T17:31:27.172+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Statistic'/><title type='text'>Mouth Taboo</title><content type='html'>Okay, today I am still not as tired as other days. Since today I did not write my literature review as much as I did most of the days. Past few days, I spend about 6 hours in the office, writing that lit. review, until end of the day, I felt like puking..... This entry I've wanted to write it long time ago. But I am not sure whether people are that open-minded to actually read it. What I am going to write is strictly facts, and those who is still living in denial, please do not read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;PS. Kids below 12 years old should stop right now! If you have a 12 years old mentality, you should stop right here as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am going to say?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Some adults stuffs. After staying with the locals for a few months, I realised that they use the F words as common as we use M words (makan). Hahaha. Oh wait, I use Fuck word pretty often as well. Anyway, one day one of my housemate came into my room while I was watching anime. She asked me whether I was masturbating or not. And then the whole house we talking about anime and porns etc etc..... So today I will talk about Masturbation!&lt;br /&gt;Excited? If you felt yucky, please leave now. Who m I kidding? No one will read this blog anyway -------&gt; no comments since.... forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my research from &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;www.gofuckinggoggleit.com&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;99% &lt;/span&gt;of Guys Masturbate and another &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1% &lt;/span&gt;are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not only that, about&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;65%&lt;/span&gt; of Girls Masturbate too!!! Don't felt offended if you don't. You might be the 35% girls? Hahaha. I am writing this, because some of my friends will shoot me for writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So out of 10 guys, 9 or all masturbate; and 6 out of 10 girls masturbate. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The statistic is not finished yet. Kinsey's survey found out that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;40% &lt;/span&gt;of men and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 30%&lt;/span&gt; of women in relationships masturbate. How can that be? From 99% to 40%? So there should be 59% of guys are single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But women remained almost the same. Just 6% difference, doesn't make a huge number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does this means once you get your stigma into someplace wet and wonderful, you will not go out (pun indeed)? And while you have already shove something up that place, might as well continue shoving it when there is no availability. Hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Enough of statistic! Why we masturbate? Tracking back history there are no such obscene activities, or were there? If you have dogs in the house, you will definitely know. DOG do masturbate, humping other objects; Monkeys in the zoo sometime play with their dicks. So those of us who play with dicks are either Dogs or Monkeys? NO F-king Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so? Some over-conservative people might ask. Okay, this is another list of why We MUST Masturbate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys, masturbation prevents prostrate cancer! The more you masturbate, the less chance of you having oversized prostrate and maybe it might burst your lil dickie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Masturbation helps you (both guys and girls) to release stress. Because masturbation induces released of human sex hormones which help us to over come stress!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practice make perfect! Guys you might not want to be a loser and come earlier right? Well practice make perfect! Each partner should practise for a better effect and results. Hahahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know any other reason. Maybe there is, I might have forgotten. But the three above has already proven well that masturbation is good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So guys and gals, hurry up and practise! Gals grab what every long-ish and hard, while Guys you know where to grab! Hahahaha. And do I masturbate? I am not a liar, that's it! Hehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-536677349262274590?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/536677349262274590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=536677349262274590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/536677349262274590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/536677349262274590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/mouth-taboo.html' title='Mouth Taboo'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-1622789061237966480</id><published>2008-01-05T22:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T00:10:03.949+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My unlonely boring life'/><title type='text'>2007 - What A Year</title><content type='html'>Okay, I finally get my ass working on my blog. It has been awhile. And I have been neglecting my blog for sometime....Besides I just came back from my housemate's birthday party. She is very kind to invite me to her party, although I felt it is pretty dull for me. Since I am the only Asian over there. Came back home after awhile. Hehehehe. Sorry Dee.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. 1 year has passed in a blink of eye, and I don't think I have achieved heaps, even though it does look a lot.&lt;br /&gt;PS. There will be heaps of photos. So just beware.&lt;br /&gt;Of course the year started with me celebrating a new year (2007) with my good friends Wayne and Ammie. I am just too lazy to search those photos from my portable hard disc. So I guess you guys need to just listen to what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it is the trip to Melbourne with Wayne. Taking emotive pictures. Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R391PIT1xMI/AAAAAAAAAf4/2oW9TNsmaxQ/s1600-h/pimplesless-intense-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R391PIT1xMI/AAAAAAAAAf4/2oW9TNsmaxQ/s400/pimplesless-intense-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151965401524323522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Monash Orientation, where I became peer mentor. Basically helping new international students to get use of Aussie lifestyle and studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R391FIT1xLI/AAAAAAAAAfw/DwVuGrFeMzA/s1600-h/IMG_1171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R391FIT1xLI/AAAAAAAAAfw/DwVuGrFeMzA/s400/IMG_1171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151965229725631666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Flag day, where I am the Japan's flag barer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39054T1xKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4WnyRqusWqk/s1600-h/pics+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39054T1xKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4WnyRqusWqk/s400/pics+070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151965036452103330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Orientation Big Day Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it will be living with one bunch of awesome guys from all over the place!!!!! How do we celebrate Chap Goh Meh? Of course with our own yee sang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R390UoT1xJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/pM7TmdeJrFw/s1600-h/DSC01771-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R390UoT1xJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/pM7TmdeJrFw/s400/DSC01771-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151964396501976210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My crazy party nites. Those nites were so crazy that I dare not show it up over here. Besides I know my some of my reputations have gone down because of them. One thing I dare to say is I stripped. Yes Stripped, when I was totally wasted. Of course I won't give out any other details. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39z0IT1xHI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/lqP-tJxhp2I/s1600-h/DSC03180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39z0IT1xHI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/lqP-tJxhp2I/s400/DSC03180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151963838156227698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look how crazy are everyone over here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39zmoT1xGI/AAAAAAAAAfI/u1GYQtUfBJc/s1600-h/bday1+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39zmoT1xGI/AAAAAAAAAfI/u1GYQtUfBJc/s400/bday1+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151963606227993698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You need to live up with your life rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Balls or "prom". Being an international student, means I get to go to such balls, just for International Student (how racist). But of course there will be some locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39y-oT1xEI/AAAAAAAAAe4/cwGG6ix75j4/s1600-h/DSC02282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39y-oT1xEI/AAAAAAAAAe4/cwGG6ix75j4/s400/DSC02282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151962919033226306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Malaysian. Oh with a local who happened to be a camslut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39zF4T1xFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/1UmljMbwcv8/s1600-h/DSC02240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39zF4T1xFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/1UmljMbwcv8/s400/DSC02240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151963043587277906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh I was singing on stage with Sookie as well. So how is my singing skill? Not very good. Just that I have a very thick face. Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39yzIT1xDI/AAAAAAAAAew/UJtoqaTA7l0/s1600-h/DSC04086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39yzIT1xDI/AAAAAAAAAew/UJtoqaTA7l0/s400/DSC04086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151962721464730674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Student Residential Association Ball, the time where locals get drunk and party like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this year, I have been to heaps more place. All around Victoria. There are more places where I did not have those pictures with me currently.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39yM4T1xBI/AAAAAAAAAeg/EYhNtXkZhkA/s1600-h/DSCN0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39yM4T1xBI/AAAAAAAAAeg/EYhNtXkZhkA/s400/DSCN0911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151962064334734354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grampians, as you can see, Hendrix was just too excited until he kissed Kelvin.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39xc4T1w_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/NJbWpVfTy2o/s1600-h/IMG+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39xc4T1w_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/NJbWpVfTy2o/s400/IMG+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151961239701013490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wilson Prom, a very very nice place. I wanted to go there again, when I have the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39xoYT1xAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/db6c4KnAA-g/s1600-h/Tulip+Farm+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39xoYT1xAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/db6c4KnAA-g/s400/Tulip+Farm+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151961437269509122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tulip Farm!!!! Had a good time there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is a good year as well. Why? I have finally graduated, that's why! After 3 years of hard work, I've finally graduated, with a good average score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39xHIT1w-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/8WnNQ42xKLI/s1600-h/KAL_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39xHIT1w-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/8WnNQ42xKLI/s400/KAL_0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151960866038858722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To celebrate my graduation, I went to Sydney with one bunch of close friends!!!! It was a bloody awesome trip. I bet I gained a few pounds after that trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39w4IT1w9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/rdAxBSN1wXs/s1600-h/IMG+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39w4IT1w9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/rdAxBSN1wXs/s400/IMG+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151960608340820946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming back from Sydney, I finally get to meet up some of my Monash Malaysia's friends. Tj and Nicole happened to be in Melbourne during that time. Oh man, I really had a great time with them!!!!!!! Tj said he will be back middle this year. I hope that he doesn't break his promise, or I will break his "ahem". Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39wq4T1w8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/pJwx8fRsU1c/s1600-h/DSCN7783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39wq4T1w8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/pJwx8fRsU1c/s400/DSCN7783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151960380707554242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Tj and Nicole with Trampoline gelati. I loved them so damn much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that excitements and trips, it is time to study again. Luckily with my results, and my aunt's money, I get to continue studying Honours in environmental microbiology! It was pretty awesome, but research has it downfall sometime. Things just don't go as you wish sometime, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R390F4T1xII/AAAAAAAAAfY/qw7UHRCwT2U/s1600-h/Picture%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R390F4T1xII/AAAAAAAAAfY/qw7UHRCwT2U/s400/Picture%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151964143098905730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my Darth Varda's mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there definitely will have Birthdays in this year. There are heaps more birthdays which I did not take picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39wfoT1w7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/kCF7tdLzts8/s1600-h/DSC01865-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39wfoT1w7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/kCF7tdLzts8/s400/DSC01865-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151960187434025906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My birthday celebration with my closest group! It was pretty expensive..... approximate $250 for everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39wSYT1w6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/x1TtxAG8PHA/s1600-h/me+%2B+ken+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39wSYT1w6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/x1TtxAG8PHA/s400/me+%2B+ken+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151959959800759202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then will be my cousin's 18th B'day Yarra River Cruise Dinner with about 60 people. It was pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39wMIT1w5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Hvjhcpa7KYE/s1600-h/P8310041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39wMIT1w5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Hvjhcpa7KYE/s400/P8310041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151959852426576786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin, his friend who happened to have the same birthday and my uncle and Fat Aunt. They are my family over here in Aus (except the friend, I barely know him. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39wAIT1w4I/AAAAAAAAAdY/F8KBr72gbkI/s1600-h/IMG_1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39wAIT1w4I/AAAAAAAAAdY/F8KBr72gbkI/s400/IMG_1639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151959646268146562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hiro's Birthday at South 8. It is also Sharon's farewell. How sad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39tvoT1wyI/AAAAAAAAAco/J0-_D1EId7k/s1600-h/CIMG1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39tvoT1wyI/AAAAAAAAAco/J0-_D1EId7k/s400/CIMG1186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151957163777049378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Titin's Birthday at Seoul House! Korean foods rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39uI4T1wzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0x18hpMgsU8/s1600-h/DSC03454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39uI4T1wzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0x18hpMgsU8/s400/DSC03454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151957597568746290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cynthia's Birthday, where we went all out for that. Masks, balloons, and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39uI4T1wzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0x18hpMgsU8/s1600-h/DSC03454.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39uPIT1w0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/6auLscUw7Cw/s1600-h/DSC03466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39uPIT1w0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/6auLscUw7Cw/s400/DSC03466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151957704942928706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being a lala queen, we need to post some lala pictures with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39uPIT1w0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/6auLscUw7Cw/s1600-h/DSC03466.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39vHIT1w3I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/9Pds0TySLfU/s1600-h/IMG_4750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39vHIT1w3I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/9Pds0TySLfU/s400/IMG_4750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151958667015603058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sue-Li's b'day was pretty awesome as well. This time there is dress code. Y' know what is the dress code? Pink clothes. But I guess you guys can hardly see it from here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39uPIT1w0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/6auLscUw7Cw/s1600-h/DSC03466.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39ucoT1w1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/gArhR5ES48Y/s1600-h/IMG_4968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39ucoT1w1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/gArhR5ES48Y/s400/IMG_4968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151957936871162706" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Rona's Bday was one of the ass-rocking one! Again there is dress code. Yep, I guess you can tell from here, Formal Dress as dress code!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every celebration, there will be ending. This year, more of my friends went back to their hometown for good..... It was kinda sad to bid goodbye to them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39suYT1wuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/z_CzkBOjs04/s1600-h/IMG_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39suYT1wuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/z_CzkBOjs04/s400/IMG_0875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151956042790585058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hendrix's farewell dinner. Can you believe that? Four of them in this picture were no longer in Melbourne... Left Rona and me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39sOoT1wtI/AAAAAAAAAcA/mwFKhNkAy9A/s1600-h/DSC00684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39sOoT1wtI/AAAAAAAAAcA/mwFKhNkAy9A/s400/DSC00684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151955497329738450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wan Theng's farewell, at Koko Blacks. Their favorite's place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the year, it will be endless End of the Year Parties. I was hired by Australian Sustainable Industry Research Centre (ASIRC) on November as casual worker in the lab. So I get to go to their end of year party on December. But no picture were taken....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39s6IT1wvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/_1G8HRO4ZT0/s1600-h/P1110358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39s6IT1wvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/_1G8HRO4ZT0/s400/P1110358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151956244654047986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Honours End of the Year/Xmas Party and Outing! It is great to know these bunch of cool guys!!!!! Made my life in my honours not that sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39ygYT1xCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/rRYQUucZzNc/s1600-h/DSC00717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39ygYT1xCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/rRYQUucZzNc/s400/DSC00717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151962399342183458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rona's Melbourne End of the Year Party which happened to be in MCG!!!! The first time I set foot on the ground where all the true blue Aussie sports run (Aussie Rules Football and Cricket). Melbourne Cricket Ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Xmas comes faster than I thought. This year my Xmas was celebrated with the same bunch of friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39tIYT1wwI/AAAAAAAAAcY/PNKqA7hsR2o/s1600-h/DSC01150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39tIYT1wwI/AAAAAAAAAcY/PNKqA7hsR2o/s400/DSC01150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151956489467183874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Rona's house, From Left to Right: Rona, Chandra, Cynthia, Me and Sue-Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39tT4T1wxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ilck8dhO-pU/s1600-h/DSC01219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39tT4T1wxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ilck8dhO-pU/s400/DSC01219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151956687035679506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner, we went for a walk to Federation Square, where there are two clowns, named Hope and Inspiration to give us a nice quiet Xmas countdown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39r8IT1wsI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bB50iJBzY7A/s1600-h/IMG_5553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39r8IT1wsI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bB50iJBzY7A/s400/IMG_5553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151955179502158530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we had enough sleep, we went out to have a picnic at Melbourne Botanical Garden for our Xmas lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39r0oT1wrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/kJUPGUr_O-8/s1600-h/DSC01247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39r0oT1wrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/kJUPGUr_O-8/s400/DSC01247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151955050653139634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karaoke. Yes. I missed karaoke so so much. But that day, I was singing 6 hours straight. Sang the songs that I missed heaps. I even sang Hokkien songs. Hehehehehee. Check out Moomoolander for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39rkIT1wqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/UmrgP3PZ0kY/s1600-h/DSC01337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39rkIT1wqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/UmrgP3PZ0kY/s400/DSC01337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151954767185298082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again, I bid 2007 goodbye with another bunch of friends, at Yarra river bank again!!!!! This time Junnie (Jason's girlfriend) came to Aus from UK to celebrate with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39rb4T1wpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/QYUvSJit1NE/s1600-h/DSC01430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R39rb4T1wpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/QYUvSJit1NE/s400/DSC01430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151954625451377298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year (2008) I will not do any new year resolution, since most of them don't work out the way I want them to be...... But 2007 definitely a good year for me. I had the best time ever, but I like to thanks to these bunch of friends who make it happened. Without you guys, 2007 will not be as awesome as it was!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-1622789061237966480?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1622789061237966480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=1622789061237966480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1622789061237966480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1622789061237966480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/2007-what-year.html' title='2007 - What A Year'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R391PIT1xMI/AAAAAAAAAf4/2oW9TNsmaxQ/s72-c/pimplesless-intense-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-8072034360906075463</id><published>2007-12-26T17:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T17:56:02.708+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgy</title><content type='html'>Yes. You get my title alrite. This morning I went to an awesome public orgy. For those of you who doesn't know what is orgy, please google it before continue this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I detached from my friend's group to this orgy event, it was pretty rough even in the entrance! Huge crowds and they were from different corner of this world! Like any normal happening events, there will be bouncer at the main gate and prepare to bounce on anyone who looked suspicious. I have been there a few times before, so I know the place on the tip of my fingers. Right from the entrance, I walked into a narrow isle into the main orgy hall. There were a few people going out already, but of course people who are going in outnumbered the people leaving the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in the main orgy hall, the scenes kinda freaked me out. Underwear are lying everywhere, and bath-robes hanging on the stand ruggedly. In the beginning I tried to watch out for those belongings when I was walking through the hall, but after awhile, I no longer give a damn. After all, they are not mine.. There were signs everywhere on the wall, with people on every corner. People have already started their foreplay long before I come in. Touching and caressing their privates, stroking each other's outer layer to choose and compare. Plastics were scattered on the ground near the foreplay party corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having a bit of foreplay myself, I went for the main course. What a fine pun. As it is an orgy, of course there have to be one or two main character in the party. Today was Remy and Godzle. Long queue of guys were waiting impatient on each sides. I even saw some gals in the queue, they could be lesbian. Of course there are still heaps of people going on with their foreplay. But they are none of my concern, Remy and/or Godzle are my priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I reach to the end of the queue. Godzle serves me, thank god! No offense Remy, but she is kinda old, I am not sure she can handle me that well or not. I sprinkle some of my fruits to Godzle, wrapping  and have a bit of chat. Then before I know it, I was pushed off by another guy who is waiting impatiently for the line to end. These youngster, always try to rush this good party......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, all I have to do is go back to my friend's outing, but as always I need to undergo an whole-body check, fearing I bring any illegals out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, this is my orgy experience! My Orgy at Myer Department Store Underwear Section! Don't you think of anything funny. Okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-8072034360906075463?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8072034360906075463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=8072034360906075463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8072034360906075463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8072034360906075463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/orgy.html' title='Orgy'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-5922859684601348617</id><published>2007-12-18T20:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:35:16.490+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My unlonely boring life'/><title type='text'>Third Time is a Charm</title><content type='html'>I was pretty happy yesterday! Three good events happening on that single day!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The first thing&lt;/span&gt;: My method for Hexadecane sample analysis worked with the standards! So there are something for me to look after, after the New Year!!!!!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The second thing&lt;/span&gt;: My iPod Classic finally arrived! And it is in good conditions and all. I will further explain it in details. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;the last thing&lt;/span&gt;: Xmas dinner and outing with Honours coursemates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make it on Monday, because Laura still have a defense on that morning. So the night is the time she finally get to enjoy herself for good!!!! We began the outing by having a nice dinner at Angelina's. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R2eaRYT1woI/AAAAAAAAAbY/1LtXO5o_e3s/s1600-h/P1110354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R2eaRYT1woI/AAAAAAAAAbY/1LtXO5o_e3s/s400/P1110354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145250722668200578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is Christmas!!! With a Christmas tree and candle!&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was okay. Not that it is a rip off, and it that fantastically nice either. I've got a Homer Simpson's mug from Laura and a bottle of wine from Micheal! I love that mug, anyway I am a big fans of Homer Simpsons!!!!! (might post that mug soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R2eaLYT1wnI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/UrMZt_sGh1g/s1600-h/P1110358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R2eaLYT1wnI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/UrMZt_sGh1g/s400/P1110358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145250619588985458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Honours Office occupants! Except Royce. From Left: Laura, Me, Micheal, Royce and Jacinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R2eaF4T1wmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Zan6EBUkQbY/s1600-h/P1110363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R2eaF4T1wmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Zan6EBUkQbY/s400/P1110363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145250525099704930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner, we were too free, so we had a photo-taking frenzy. Took photos like crazy, from different cameras. I thought I will be the only one who brought along a camera, instead Micheal, Andre, and Jacinta did brought along theirs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, we were planning to go for a show. But none of the movie were any good at that time. Instead of going to Laura's place for a movie marathon, we went for bowling.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice, after how many years of absence on the bowling track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R2eZ_IT1wlI/AAAAAAAAAbA/BLEJl3qdGfc/s1600-h/P1110374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R2eZ_IT1wlI/AAAAAAAAAbA/BLEJl3qdGfc/s400/P1110374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145250409135587922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R2eZpIT1wjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/OIGROliEQak/s1600-h/P1110367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R2eZpIT1wjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/OIGROliEQak/s400/P1110367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145250031178465842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Royce showing his Turkey strike, while Laura waiting to clear the gutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R2eZeYT1wiI/AAAAAAAAAao/EIysxlOJNRo/s1600-h/P1110373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R2eZeYT1wiI/AAAAAAAAAao/EIysxlOJNRo/s400/P1110373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145249846494872098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacinta giving out a shriek when she got a spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Next is my ipod classic!!!! My wife, My baby!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ipod Classic, Silver, 80Gb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally arrived! I was so desperate to have it, that I walk all the way to Jason's place to grab my baby. Yep, it was sent to Jason place, because he helped me to buy using his card. Came back, straight away charged for 3 hours. It wasn't that expensive to buy it from Apple website, just A$350 while Ipod nano is about A$200. Isn't it crazy? With extra 150 bucks, you can get extra 76Gb. And of course I will buy the bigger space one. After coming back from the outing, I went straight to my room to grab a few photos of this beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R2eZTIT1whI/AAAAAAAAAag/7LwopmymfAw/s1600-h/P1110376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R2eZTIT1whI/AAAAAAAAAag/7LwopmymfAw/s400/P1110376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145249653221343762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R2eZNoT1wgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/hd2NRTBHunU/s1600-h/P1110377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R2eZNoT1wgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/hd2NRTBHunU/s400/P1110377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145249558732063234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have it engraved for free! Too bad you can't see it. Well if you really want to know what is the engrave, come and ask me when I was listening to it!!!!! Now, it is still too delicate, that I dare not use it as often. I scare that I might make a scar or mark on the mirror back or the cliche front. I am going to buy a case for that! And I am ready to roll with my ipod!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-5922859684601348617?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5922859684601348617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=5922859684601348617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5922859684601348617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5922859684601348617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/third-time-is-charm.html' title='Third Time is a Charm'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R2eaRYT1woI/AAAAAAAAAbY/1LtXO5o_e3s/s72-c/P1110354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-5214054981995834687</id><published>2007-12-10T22:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:34:07.113+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><title type='text'>To Hug or Not To Hugz</title><content type='html'>These days my life is pretty stress. I guess so is everyone. Xmas is nearing and everyone are trying to finish off their work for the year. Husbands and working people might be rushing to finish their part of their work for the year, housewife might be rushing to prepare for the celebrations. Guys might be busy repairing their house or cars for the new year, while girls will be busy with shopping for Xmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a total disaster. After the whole day sitting in front of the fumehood, only that I realised that the stuffs I was using is not the correct substances.... So means I need to start again. This doesn't sound good. Two weeks to holiday, and I need to start all over again.... I pray hard to finish it by end of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since now is the festive season, I might talk about something related to festivals. I, being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;semi-conservative person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; a kinda open person but still hold on to his roots, find it awkward during some of the time. Looking the locals hug and cheek-kissing each other every time they meet, makes me wonder heaps. I only hug my friends on some occasions (those who are going away, or I might see soon). Maybe it is because of our cultures. Hugging Asian gals upon meeting is definitely a no no. But hugging Aussie gals during the first meeting might be a bit awkward. This is what I felt. I am not sure about others, but I am not that person who will get close and personal in 5 minutes. Of course I have some local friends, and I do hug them (definitely gals) after awhile, only after I became closer to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered last year during Chinese New Year, when I was celebrating with my aunt's relative, I have this awkward vibe when my aunt's sister in-law came over to bid me goodbye. I can see she was thinking whether to hug or shake hand with me, thinking I am a Chinese and rarely do they hug with others. So it turns out to be semi-hug-semi-handshake. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;AWKWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of crapping. I need to write my report...... It might be holiday and festive season for others, definitely not for me this time this year. Hope for the better future next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-5214054981995834687?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5214054981995834687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=5214054981995834687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5214054981995834687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5214054981995834687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-hug-or-not-to-hugz.html' title='To Hug or Not To Hugz'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-2970321159366639115</id><published>2007-12-05T21:04:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:33:39.347+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My unlonely boring life'/><title type='text'>My Casual Works and MCG!</title><content type='html'>I have not been updating my blogs for quite awhile. I was pretty busy with my lab works... It is almost the end of the year and I need to finish my first part of the Honours project. Besides I finally find a job. Yes! Me with a job! Last year I thought I waste my money to apply for a work permit, but now it is off good use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, without any interview or resume sending routine, I got 2 jobs, from the same research centre! It is Australian Sustainable Industry Research Centre (ASIRC), you guys might heard of it because previously I was doing my Third Year project in this place! So they are pretty much know me! Okay okay, first job is as Colour Monitorist. So from the name you will know that it is about monitoring the colour. What I do is I monitor the colour in the paper run in Australian Paper. I can't talk much about this because everything I do is private, I might get sued if I elaborate more, so talk about the wages! It is 20 bucks per hour and the job is a shift job. My night shift is about 50 bucks per hour!!!!! But I need to work from 12am to 8am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that I am rich from these kind of work. The stupid Australian government tax me about 20% of my pay. So means I was left very little after the taxing..... But I have planned what I wanna buy from that money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second job is something related to my studies!!!! Bioremediation of oily sludges too!!!! Now in the beginning, I get paid just to write literature review! 20 bucks per hour for me to write up a lit. review, which I count it as a normal assignment! So isn't it good? Instead of writing an assignments, it becomes a work and I get paid! After that I will need to work maybe 2-3 days per week, = more money to the government through tax.  Anyway I am happy that I got this job, cause my future resume will look very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have planned to spend all those money on electronic gadgets like ipod and cool sound systems! And of course I need to save some money for my Aussie PR application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was invited by Rona to attend this Melbourne University End of the Year Party! I went back to city just for that, pretty awesome to be able to dine in MCG! This blog is mostly about the tour in MCG, if you wanna know more, go to &lt;a href="http://moomoolanders.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moomoolanders&lt;/a&gt; to have look! Okay, this is a rare opportunity, for me to stand on the ground of MCG, where people in white and zink lotion play their balls with sticks in summer, and guys with short sleeve and shorts kicking and catching oval balls in winter (Cricket and Aussie Football).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just write heaps of stuffs over that Moomoolander's blog, so I am pretty knacked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R1Z4uhL3oPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/t-Xnm_bT88A/s1600-h/DSC00695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R1Z4uhL3oPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/t-Xnm_bT88A/s400/DSC00695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140428765267468530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R1Z4fhL3oOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/sCr6lL7Bfks/s1600-h/DSC00709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R1Z4fhL3oOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/sCr6lL7Bfks/s400/DSC00709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140428507569430754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do I look like the coach or team captain being interviewed by the media? Oops, there is no microphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R1Z4QxL3oNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/XJCRlpHd1ME/s1600-h/DSC00718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R1Z4QxL3oNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/XJCRlpHd1ME/s400/DSC00718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140428254166360274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty Rona, on the poor man seats. I reckon their are the cheap seats, since they are so damn high and hard to view the game from up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R1Z4ExL3oMI/AAAAAAAAAZw/fDvPa6SEbtU/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R1Z4ExL3oMI/AAAAAAAAAZw/fDvPa6SEbtU/s400/DSC00719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140428048007930050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me on the poor man seats as well. Oh well, we are poor, so need to seat on those seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R1Z39hL3oLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/wcWpAgmnHuM/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R1Z39hL3oLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/wcWpAgmnHuM/s400/DSC00723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140427923453878450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dinner was pretty nice. And heaps more picture on foods in the Moomoolander's blog. Oh after taking picture with this famous tour guide of ours, we walked into a row of waitress and waiter, holding all sorts of drinks! Beers, champagne, red wine, white wine, and others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is the working life in Australia! At the end of year, you will have all sorts of party and business events! Next week I will have another end of the year party, this time with ASIRC! I was just hired last month and now I am invited to attend their party! So it is good to start work at the end of the year, then you pretty much spends most of the time attending parties! But of course, I am still doing my Honours, so can't really enjoy this month as others.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-2970321159366639115?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2970321159366639115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=2970321159366639115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/2970321159366639115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/2970321159366639115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-casual-works-and-mcg.html' title='My Casual Works and MCG!'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R1Z4uhL3oPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/t-Xnm_bT88A/s72-c/DSC00695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-3848112494235908418</id><published>2007-11-27T21:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T21:37:58.663+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank to Blog</title><content type='html'>Today is my first day at the casual work, as colour monitorist in Australian Paper. Basically the job is alright, sit at the office and form a good structure for spiders to make their cobweb. But when machines start going crazy, it also affect us, but the engineer is the one who are going to scratch their head! Hahaha. Oh well, for the sake of money, I will keep on working in this place. Twice every month, so shouldn't complain so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon, MSN is pretty useless these days. Why so? Well the fact that after our degree, everyone are just too busy with their busy routine (some might not call that a life, a lifeless life). Some might be completely disappeared from the MSN world, others might be super duper busy with their stuffs even when they are online. Others friends who gone apart no longer has the common ground to chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I used to think that Friendster or MySpace is a good place to know a friend's whereabout. But these days, they seem to be busy to update those stuffs as well. The favorite movie is still The Day After Tomorrow, even that movie have been removed from screen since two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;So what is the next best thing? That you still can get in touch with your friends' lives. Well here comes the blog. I am kinda glad with this, although years to come, it may not be useful. But for the meantime, I felt like I can somehow get involved in my friend's life via their long-whined entry or just pictorial posts. You will get to know what is happening in their lives, how do they feel and their experiences. Unlike friendster or myspace, where you seem to think everything is in good conditions and the world is a never-ending happy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the cons of blog is some people are just too lazy to write up anything. Just don't have the mood to write up anything? But to some of the hardworking souls, I thank you for making my office life wonderful (yep, I like to read blogs in my office)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-3848112494235908418?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3848112494235908418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=3848112494235908418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3848112494235908418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3848112494235908418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/thank-to-blog.html' title='Thank to Blog'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-8390846663260243406</id><published>2007-11-22T20:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T11:20:47.458+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penang'/><title type='text'>Penang Chiak in WH33</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys for the hiatus, been busy being a maid to clean the whole damn house and moving from one house to another...... Can you believe, in this one and half years, I have moved 6 times.... SIX times. I can soon be a professional mover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking forward for Saturday for the last 1 week. Really looking forward for the Penang Chiak by three of us, Penangites who still stuck in Moomooland: Jason, Wayne and me. So we make an excuse to cook and talk cock (crap). Besides Wayne is going away soon, so we might as well give him a small small farewell party or some sorts. We are definitely not going to party because the voting for Australian election was up. We were watching Star Wars instead of the Election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning before, we were planning to have a swim. But, because of my cramps on my left leg, I need to abandon the plan and left Jason to swim alone in the big pool. My cramps could be due to the fact that I drove manual car after donkey years and my left leg was hanging in the air most of the time because I need to prepare to step the clutch..... Anyway I will talk about that next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of swimming, we went to Midvalley to buy all those ingredients. There is no Laksa's noodles (the Assam Laksa's noodles) so we need to go with kuey teow instead (rice noodle). We have Wing Tse to join us, because she is our housemate and we can't just drop kick her aside right?! So she get to taste all the good Penang foods, which were cooked by three &lt;del&gt;big&lt;/del&gt; Penang chefs. After we had the appetizer, which was &lt;del&gt;Fake&lt;/del&gt; Shark Fin's soup, only I realised that we need to take the photos of our foods, and make everyone drools like waterfall coming out of their &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;big-round-cave-look-a-like-mouth-that-could-contains-flies-instead-of-bats.&lt;/span&gt; Therefore these are the pictures for our lil-Penang-kia-makan-party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R0i4i3zdgFI/AAAAAAAAAYI/G5u6YLvE72Q/s1600-h/P1110286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R0i4i3zdgFI/AAAAAAAAAYI/G5u6YLvE72Q/s400/P1110286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136558284250906706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole table, without Wayne's Char Kuey Teow. Look how clean is our table, I bloody clean it before the party. In normal days, it is full with stuffs from our local housemates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R0i4W3zdgEI/AAAAAAAAAYA/W9xQfqoq3R0/s1600-h/P1110294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R0i4W3zdgEI/AAAAAAAAAYA/W9xQfqoq3R0/s400/P1110294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136558078092476482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason Chan's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Asam Laksa&lt;/span&gt; (I know when people see Laksa, they will definitely think of Curry Laksa, but since Penang is a unique place, she have uniques name for all their foods. Unlike other places!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Description:&lt;/span&gt; It is not as spicy as the one in Penang, but the taste really brings back memories! I miss the sourish and spicy foods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R0i4PXzdgDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/xEJwYSwoIQg/s1600-h/P1110287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R0i4PXzdgDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/xEJwYSwoIQg/s400/P1110287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136557949243457586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Fried Belachan Chicken&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry guys I didn't bother making them into the best formations. Cause I am actually drooling and I am a person who emphasised on the taste of the foods, not the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Description: &lt;/span&gt;The belachan taste is nice enough! A bit salty for some people's taste but I like heaps of belachan in it. I am the chef remember! Just follow the Law!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R0i4HXzdgCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ETXInPvwcsU/s1600-h/P1110285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R0i4HXzdgCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ETXInPvwcsU/s400/P1110285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136557811804504098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wayne aka Tee boh eh Char Kuey Teow Ah Pek is cooking one of the famous foods,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Char Kuey Teow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R0i3_HzdgBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/O-3zRbIxVhY/s1600-h/P1110293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R0i3_HzdgBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/O-3zRbIxVhY/s400/P1110293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136557670070583314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His creations, with my photography skills after I am full and in good mood to take some good pictures. At that time, my Belachan chicken are all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Description:&lt;/span&gt; Although there is no bean sprouts (Wayne just can't find the bean sprouts, but got scolded by us for being so smart to miss out the bean sprout section.... And there is no fish cakes. But it taste quite nice. I reckon he put enough of oils to make it shiny and oily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R0i33nzdgAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/x4OLI33YhqY/s1600-h/P1110299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R0i33nzdgAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/x4OLI33YhqY/s400/P1110299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136557541221564418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was busy putting the natta de coco into the cups with Jason drooling and looking desperately for water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R0i3uHzdf_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/9VglG-oU_94/s1600-h/P1110296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R0i3uHzdf_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/9VglG-oU_94/s400/P1110296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136557378012807154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There you goes, this is my dessert drinks (Lychee punch). With a pinch of vodka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Description:&lt;/span&gt; You can taste sweetness from the lychee, and some sour taste from the lemon. And most importantly the vodka taste is there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason wanted to make an extra dessert as well, something like Grilled Peaches, that need heaps of sugar, and eggs.... So we drop that idea since all of us are so damn full, not Wayne though. Wing Tse who can't drink alcohol looks like a bit drunk after drinking the Lychee punch. But I reckon she is being bored. Because with 3 Penangites in the house, they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HAVE TO&lt;/span&gt; speak Penang Hokkien with each other. This dialect is what brought us together in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R0i_oXzdgGI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/RE-jOXYhSBU/s1600-h/IMG_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R0i_oXzdgGI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/RE-jOXYhSBU/s400/IMG_1646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136566075321581666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-8390846663260243406?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8390846663260243406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=8390846663260243406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8390846663260243406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8390846663260243406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/penang-chiak-in-wh33.html' title='Penang Chiak in WH33'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/R0i4i3zdgFI/AAAAAAAAAYI/G5u6YLvE72Q/s72-c/P1110286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-3528108484248652002</id><published>2007-11-12T21:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:11:02.834+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><title type='text'>Catch the Cue, Mate. Not the Pool Cue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disclaimer: This entry is a mere prediction expressed by Lex the author. Any offense should regards as a mere crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few entries post by Rona in &lt;a href="http://moomoolanders.blogspot.com/2007/11/hhhmmm.html"&gt;Moomoolander&lt;/a&gt; is about a story which I reckon is rather crappy and this related to my entry as well! These are the Links: &lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2007/11/09/1194329513390.html"&gt;Crap Story&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2007/11/11/1194766510016.html"&gt;The After Crap Story&lt;/a&gt;. Okay, just to give you a rough idea (for those who are too lazy to see the link), it is a story about a New York guy saw a Melbournian gal in the subway in New York. Call it love at first sight or just mere craziness, he is in loved. But he acted too slowly, and he missed the boat when the gal walk out of the train carriage. However this doesn't stop him, he made a website in search for that gal and hoping someone will reply him with some answer of her whereabouts. And like fairy-tales stories or chick flicks, someone found the gals and they are now happily taking subways together......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me pessimist or plain idiot, I don't really believe such thing. If so, why the bloody hell are we still single? Okay, I might have the answer. The answer is: that guy's inner voice is not loud enough. Why so? I will explain more in details later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say, there are heaps of Malaysian (guy particularly) being single for this moment. Maybe half of them? This is because most Malaysian guys are independent. They can cook, ahem!, and most of them are metrosexual, ahem!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rzg0xU6X1RI/AAAAAAAAAXA/zDjZD7GxhdM/s1600-h/DSC02054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rzg0xU6X1RI/AAAAAAAAAXA/zDjZD7GxhdM/s400/DSC02054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131909797420455186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a rare sight. Most of the time, three of them will be in the living room crapping leaving Titin behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rzg0nk6X1QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/jHwJ_uyIb28/s1600-h/DSC00471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rzg0nk6X1QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/jHwJ_uyIb28/s400/DSC00471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131909629916730626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you wearing the correct shoe, mate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bad thing about this new breed of guys are, they tends to have crush (maybe fall in love) with gals that they know. I guess rarely you will see them going after gals who is walking on the street that look like someone they will fall deeply in love with. That is just not practical. Because people will look at you funny if you tried to start a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you are thinking what is the big deal with going after some gals that they know (maybe not deep, but I should say have acquaintance with)? Okay, if that particular guy ask the gal out (or maybe to have further relationship besides normal acquaintance), and the gal reject, what will become of that guy? Not only he lose his hope, but also a friend (that gal, idiot). The cliff  between before and after he blurred those words out are dangerous. He could be flying after that cliff, but he might be falling down the cliff like a lost mountain goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rzg3P06X1SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/reljGji9urU/s1600-h/philip+island+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rzg3P06X1SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/reljGji9urU/s400/philip+island+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131912520429720866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This cliff doesn't seems too high, but how painful can it be when u got ass-poked by rocks at the bottom of the cliff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this cliff, made people create their own voice in their mind. Some of these voice can be loud like hell, others are more subtle. So you tends to think too much and misses the boats. Like the voice keep asking you, "What If blah blah blahhhhh...." or some sorts. Even when the gals are giving hints (which I reckon are sub-hints), the voice has already covered everything... So gals, don't be put off because the guy doesn't get your ultra small hints. Of course, these doesn't refer to every guy on earth. Like I've just said, some guys' inner voices are rather subtle, and they definitely know when to catch the cue. Even when there is no cue, they will just grab whatever chances they can, with no what-if-voice in them. So not to worry gal, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys what do you have to lose? Block the what-if-voice of yours and start working up your ways to gals! Just do it! Don't regret your ass out when someone you like are about 1000km or even 5000km away from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-3528108484248652002?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3528108484248652002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=3528108484248652002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3528108484248652002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3528108484248652002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/catch-cue-mate-not-pool-cue.html' title='Catch the Cue, Mate. Not the Pool Cue'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rzg0xU6X1RI/AAAAAAAAAXA/zDjZD7GxhdM/s72-c/DSC02054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-3660337124800152266</id><published>2007-11-11T18:15:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T18:35:14.623+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Testamur</title><content type='html'>Yes, after three bloody long years of reports, assignments which suck asses to the maxes, and examinations which took donkey years to prepare, I am Bloody Graduated! Although some of you might be confused, after seeing me wearing the graduation gown few months ago. That time, I still haven't graduated yet. I was a Graduand (someone who is bloody going to graduate, but have yet graduate). But now, I am a Graduate! Cheers to me! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine? Three years just passed without me noticing.... I still remember clearly the first semester I went into the university. I remembered how I met all my best friends, or most of them. Hahaha. AND I remembered clearly how I lost my loved one, just 1 month before I enter university. Yes, my Granny. I guess she is the one who supported me throughout my toughest time in my studies, morally I meant. She used to say this words that drove me insane and made my blood boil. She said (in cantonese, she doesn't even know a single English okay...), "All Leongs are not good in studies". Just these few words, made me try my hardest and prove her that she is so damn wrong. So yeah, that day when I got my testamur, I looked up the sky and said " In Your Face!". This is not what I've said. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, spent 3 damn long years to get a piece of paper?.... Besides this paper might not be so damn important when you come out to the working world.... I hate to bring this up guys, but most of my friends who finished their degree in Science, don't want to hunt for anything that is related to science. Or they get a job that is totally not related to Science. Not a single part of it. So what do the paper proves? You have gone through a bloody 3 years to know a little knowledge about Life? In that case, do you actually know what is Life?  Classes,  Lunches, Labs, Dinners, and more Assignments don't sound like a life to me! That's why I will always work in the field that I am interested in, which is Science.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RzasRk6X1PI/AAAAAAAAAWw/rVfgmiRr564/s1600-h/DSC00473-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RzasRk6X1PI/AAAAAAAAAWw/rVfgmiRr564/s400/DSC00473-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131478243401520370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, since I am here. I would like to bring something up. You look at this picture of mine. Not bad ay? Actually it is with the help of Photoshop. Without it, I will have a damn huge eye bags, some pimple-scars, and don't get me started on the other place on this picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-3660337124800152266?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3660337124800152266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=3660337124800152266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3660337124800152266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3660337124800152266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-testamur.html' title='My Testamur'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RzasRk6X1PI/AAAAAAAAAWw/rVfgmiRr564/s72-c/DSC00473-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-2307395161731903933</id><published>2007-11-04T16:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T16:46:30.276+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><title type='text'>Fridge problem</title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks, I was up to my head with the stupid fridge. Of course it is my lab fridge..... I figured I did not really post any entry on my lab as well as research, unlike some of my friends who tell very interesting stories about their Honours. I guess my Honours project is not as interesting as theirs and definitely hard to explain. I have a bench in the Environmental Lab ( a very &lt;del&gt;wacky old&lt;/del&gt; lab)   and a shared office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my lab's fridge. Well I have a fridge to store all my bacteria culture and fungi cultures which I've isolated from the filthy compost that smelt like petroleum and some shit-like waste..... Anyway because of the stupid fridge, all my cultures were contaminated. Even those I've nicely sealed and subculture. I am too lazy to explain everything, basically the cultures I had are not "pure". So I need to reculture them in another agar medium. Now, they (can say all) are contaminated with Aspergillus, one of my fungi. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WHY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because the fridge is set at bloody 10 degrees. There is no knob to adjust the temperature.... Even my house's fridge there is a knob for us to tune the temperature accordingly. That day, I spent the 1 hour to clean the whole damn fridge, and disinfect it with alcohol. PS. I did not pour wine/whiskey/vodka/tequila/absinthe into the fridge. I whipped the fridge with what you call a 80% Ethanol. If you were to dare to drink it, I reckon you will die of liver failure, on the spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thinking that the temperature might go down after I've bloody washed it. NO....... What I found next really surprising and yet funny. I found Drosophila flies flying in the fridge. Well at 10 degree Celcius, it is just nice for them to have a Refreshing and Cool time! Even when I bloody send an emails to the fridge manufacturer days ago, there have yet reply to me..... There is no the adjustable knob everywhere, no inside, outside, below and on top of the fridge.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the problem with such tedious project. If you start dealing with bacteria and fungi, everything that you do which has contact with them needed to be sterilised. All waste has to be sterilised as well. Contaminations are inevitable and you just have to pray hard you won't come across contamination (which probably won't happen). The whole actually do smell like fungi ( and I am breathing in all these time, my poor lungs). When I see some of my coursemate projects, they basically do not need to wear gloves everything they do stuffs because they were dealing with plants and enzymes and these are not hazardous. Mine is interesting (to me) but they are pretty hazardous.....  So who is to blame? ME. Yes, it is me who should be blamed. For being such a choosy person to choose the project that is very interesting me to, yet kinda hazardous.... Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here two pictures of my lab and office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Ry1YRscQe5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UbqCeQSxEPU/s1600-h/DCP_1962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Ry1YRscQe5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UbqCeQSxEPU/s400/DCP_1962.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128852611655564178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lab bench, with my babies cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Ry1YNccQe4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/kItT-dbKnQg/s1600-h/DCP_1969-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Ry1YNccQe4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/kItT-dbKnQg/s400/DCP_1969-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128852538641120130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My office, with my bibles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-2307395161731903933?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2307395161731903933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=2307395161731903933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/2307395161731903933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/2307395161731903933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/fridge-problem.html' title='Fridge problem'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Ry1YRscQe5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UbqCeQSxEPU/s72-c/DCP_1962.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-5266601969616307068</id><published>2007-10-30T20:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:32:08.167+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Taste</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am trying to be good and nice here. Updated two entry for the continuously 2 days. Hehehehe. Well, I have this vibe to write my blog every time in the city, but totally forgotten about the topics to write when I reach gippy. Maybe the boringness caught me when I reach MooMooLand. Hmm speaking of &lt;a href="http://moomoolanders.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moomooland&lt;/a&gt;, I better update it soon. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my title, yes taste. I was having Korean foods, when my Fat Aunt popped me a questions. Then I realised that I should probably post this up.  She asked me, "Why do you love spicy foods so much when you hated heaps when you are small". Then only it hit me. I can't eat any spicy foods when I was small, all the way until I finish my high school and A-levels. I was known by my A-level friends as a person who doesn't eat any thing that is red and green in colour. I will turn red when I eat anything red. But not green when I eat anything green. Hahaha. And now? I can't live without having something spicy within the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China and KL. I reckon they are my answer. Why so? Okay, it all happens when I went to China.  When it snows, it is hard to get foods that is not spicy to taste nice. Hahaha. During winter, spicy foods becomes non-spicy foods when your hand is trembling due to cold..... Hahahaha. That is the beginning of my Spicy-eating-story. KL is just a mere enchanter, enhancing my spicy eating ability. Hahaha. Then when I go back Penang after these events, her foods become heaven to me. Hahahaha. Can't believe how much I had been missing. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My free-loader housemates (Mary and Chanthu) were saying how choosy am I. Well if they knew me when I was young, they won't able to believe my choosiness, maybe end up running to their parent and cry like a baby girls. Heaps of foods that I don't eat last time seems okay to me now. Or I will be desperately in love with them. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said when you grow older, your taste will definitely change. Both in foods and gals. You may like certain kind of gal when you are young, and 10 years later, you will think that you are a damn fool for thinking that day. But certain gals or foods won't able to change your mind at all. Like long beans. They will never be my favorites in years to come, so is &lt;del&gt;Fat Gals&lt;/del&gt;. Sorry for being sexist, or narrow-minded. I guess I am not the only one, who would like to have a girlfriend who you can only half-hug.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Half-hug means your hands can't touch each other when you are hugging them, self-made by Lex&lt;/span&gt;. But being said that, I don't think I will mind if my wife become bloated after giving birth. Hahaha. Ooops. Oh wait, this entry is not about &lt;del&gt;fat gals&lt;/del&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think about your own taste? Did they changed? or they stayed the same since you are small. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(You can't be, because then you will prefer to eat sticky and gluey foods instead of Eye Ribs Steak)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please leave some comments. My blog has been pretty boring with me crapping all these time...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-5266601969616307068?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5266601969616307068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=5266601969616307068&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5266601969616307068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5266601969616307068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/taste.html' title='Taste'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-7850985036626418044</id><published>2007-10-29T18:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:51:46.530+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>I am Grateful</title><content type='html'>Well, for the passed few weeks, I was so shit-loaded sick, that I felt like dying. But then now that I am feeling better, I should be grateful for everything I have or had. Hahahhaa. I have not grab the pictures from Rona, so I can't upload the pictures from the City. Bare with me for awhile here, I am kinda lazy in updating my blog. Hehehehe. Anyway back to my gratefulness, I am listing stuffs that I am grateful off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to have such a loving family. Although my sister doesn't show it well, I know that she loves me dearly. Ooooh sound so touching. Hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to have a loving Auntie and her close family. I am kinda spendthrift but my aunt understands that. Hahahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to have a "perfect" body. Mind the perfect, cause I am not totally perfect, but seems perfect as compared to other less fortunate people. I have 2 pairs of good hands with all fingers attached, and my legs are at same length and have equivalent toes. Hahahaha. I do have a face with proportional features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to have friends who did take care of me while I am down and sick. Friends to chat until 4 am, although it is a bloody headache next morning when I go to lab. Hahahahhaa. Friends who will cook congee, and other good foods for me when I am sick. PS: Congee and porridge are sick people's foods for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be able to get my testamur (I will post the testamur soon). Means I struggled and managed to finish my degree, without need to spend more money in buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;grateful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to live in Australia. Not everyone can afford to come over to Aus and do what I am doing, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;writing blog&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for being full. Since some people don't have the money to buy their lunch while mine is full with good foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be able to write this blog. If I were to be in some hectic countries where life is about making money, those people don't have a life. Yes I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;grateful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to have a shelter call half-home. Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I can't think of anything good to write. Hahaha. Just be with this for now. Oh I am not showing off how good is my friends and my family, or how much money I have (which is not much at all). And don't get me wrong, Money is not everything to me. It can buy me clothes and bring me to foods, but everything you found other than money should be the most important; like friendships and TLC from family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-7850985036626418044?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7850985036626418044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=7850985036626418044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7850985036626418044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7850985036626418044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-grateful.html' title='I am Grateful'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-4599312932265753717</id><published>2007-10-22T21:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:57:12.925+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My lonely boring life'/><title type='text'>Barely Breathing</title><content type='html'>I am not dead yet okay. But someday last week, I felt I was better off dead....Had been sick for the past 1 week, this time is the worst since I came over to Aus. I know I will be sick weeks ago, but I don't have the time and nutrition to do anything good about that. Turns out the bug won't and I was down with cold..... Few days ago, I was coughing and sneezing and everything has been spinning around and round, plus my head felt heavy and hot..........Not a good sight. Then because I didn't have enough foods, lost my ever famous appetite, I almost faint after wake up from my sleep. Hahahahaha. Funny huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to those who cared about me, I felt way better now. But I am still being controlled by those bugs..... Time like these, just make me want to go back home, and get some of my mom's attention. Hahaha. Well being so damn far from home, we tend to be TLC-deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are heaps more event happened and I has been a bum for not getting them from friends and posting them up in this blog. Well I hope my laziness won't last forever and tried to upload some of the pictures for you guys (if there are people who are interested with my blog) Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still coughing dry cough. Every feeling has been drained by my sickness and I can't feel anymore...... Some days I can stare at the lappie without any expression at all..... Save me........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-4599312932265753717?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4599312932265753717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=4599312932265753717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4599312932265753717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4599312932265753717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/barely-breathing.html' title='Barely Breathing'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-1381553532052493263</id><published>2007-10-13T17:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:48:29.331+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foods'/><title type='text'>Xmas Comes Early This Year</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was rather hectic day. Early in the morning, I have had my first presentation..... It did not went according to what I planned for. It is the Honours student's presentations, where all of us are required to present our own project to everyone, and the presentation worth about 5 to 10 marks for our total Honours degree. Before it is my turn to present, I have these butterflies in my stomach. Can't seems to concentrate on Alicia's last presentation. All I heard are "paper and pulp", "MS-MS" and "they are good".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes my presentation. I have cold sweat with smashing the pointer so that I can use the laser. Rather freaked out..... My introduction was a bit dodgy, but once I reach the methodologies section, I am already well off, because I know what I am doing by that time. After the presentation, I felt like I just the whole bomb away! Then I can really sit down and listen to what my fellow Honours students got to say. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After presentation, I was kinda tired. But I need to rush my project so that I can incubate the microorganisms into the rotary incubator for the weekend. I know my supervisor is so desperate to go home, but because I need to continue with my project, she can't go back early. She is not pretty happy about at first and finally gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the experiment 1 hour earlier, scared she will becomes grumpy later on. Then comes dinner, which is a free dinner by Badminton Club. Then there was this Birthday party and the last party for the semester (as if). The party is the conjugation for Ken, Arjun and Varun's Bday. Booze were everywhere, and people were totally wasted after that. Luckily, thank god, I am not!!!!!! I start filling water into my beer bottle after 3 beer and 1 shot of Absinthe and 1 shot of Vodka......... This time I know how to control myself! Hahahaha. I keep on running away from one of my friends, because she heard that I will become very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute &lt;/span&gt;(=.=|||) when I am drunk......So been trying to make me drunk the whole nite, end up getting herself drunk. Sweat.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, back to my title. Why I put this title, when the first half of my entry totally unrelated to my title. Hahaha. Anyway, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/yjcha2"&gt;Jason Chan&lt;/a&gt;'s (Hooi Yee's cousin) mom came over to Aus. AND she brought something nice with her when she comes over!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAU SAH PIAH!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; AND AND Jason gave 1 packet (5 of them) to me. Yippie!!!!!!!! Tau sah piah is flaky sweet of baked wheat with the filling of red bean paste. The most important thing is they are from &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM HEANG!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh God, those really bring back some memories!!!!! I ate them yesterday, after my presentation, and I felt like I was brought back to Heaven....... Hahahhaa. But I need to finish the tau sah piah by today, because the expire date is on the day before yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RxCflGbCorI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Z3ZmjGVeRUc/s1600-h/DSC05402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RxCflGbCorI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Z3ZmjGVeRUc/s400/DSC05402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120768236048261810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RxCfU2bCoqI/AAAAAAAAAVg/O7ZWlO-Ax-A/s1600-h/DSC05398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RxCfU2bCoqI/AAAAAAAAAVg/O7ZWlO-Ax-A/s400/DSC05398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120767956875387554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acknowledgement: Jason Chan for giving me the Tau sah piah and Shing Jia for taking the photo of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-1381553532052493263?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1381553532052493263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=1381553532052493263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1381553532052493263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1381553532052493263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/xmas-comes-early-this-year.html' title='Xmas Comes Early This Year'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RxCflGbCorI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Z3ZmjGVeRUc/s72-c/DSC05402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-1629301316218812172</id><published>2007-09-29T12:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T01:16:46.698+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Fat Ass</title><content type='html'>Sorry for being a bum. I haven't been updating my blog these days; unlike 1 year ago, where I will update them 3 times a week..... The Honours has struck me so hard, I have no time for other useless stuffs...... Besides doing my workload and my paperwork (they are not assignments anymore, so I reckon I should call literature review and graphs paperwork), I spend most of the time relaxing. In the house! Hahahaha. Honours really can bring an introvert out of an extrovert.... I just want to sit on my big fat ass and watch some funny shit sitcoms and movies. But of course, I will definitely exercise. Hehehehe. Oh no..... I miss my swimming session today. Oh well, more fat asses to come......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fat, I would like to raise a question. Obesity in Aus is a boom, or should I say a trend. Few months ago (should be few months) when I was eating KFC in Morwell, I saw a family having their good time in the table next to us. What so big deal about that? Can't a family eat in a fast food junction? Let me break it down to you! They have a baby, maybe less than 1 year old, and they were feeding him with DEEP-FRIED WEDGES and SMASH POTATO...... Argh, so starchy and oily...... Of course those tasted better than the goo-ie babies food......Come on guys, Babies should not be fed with deep fried wedges....... Hahaha. Maybe I come from a family where my mother will forbid me eating anything unhealthy, and if possible no oil at all.... Over here, none of the fast-food joint or any cafeteria will supply free ketchup. WHY? Cause the whole box (in tonne) will finish within a day, they just eat ketchup like drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it comes to one of my friend which I shan't name. After 2 to 3 weeks of absence (I don't get to see people very much, cause I was hiding in my lab), he had grown (horizontally)....... His new hair cut didn't help much, instead worsen the effects. Hahahaha. Then I was wondering, what makes a thin person, to grow like the size of a bear? 10kg in a few weeks. Hehehehehehe. I guess with all those starchy, creamy and the fast food joint, even a thin person will prone to be an obese when you don't watch what you eat. Or maybe the friend of mine are having a good life. This is what the Chinese will say...... Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of fat foods. I am going to have my pie lunch! Maybe with some fat ass baked wedges. Oooooooh noooo. I missed my swimming session.... Here comes the double chin and extra spare tyre. Hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-1629301316218812172?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1629301316218812172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=1629301316218812172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1629301316218812172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1629301316218812172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/fat-ass.html' title='Fat Ass'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-5689145585091730716</id><published>2007-09-19T23:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:34:42.258+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graditude'/><title type='text'>Cancer (My Last Respect)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;No, it is not about the horoscope Cancer..... Well, listen to the whole story will yah.... Today I lost one of my cousin, to cancer. Yep, the disease cancer..... Too bad I can not go back to Penang, or at Penang to pay my last respect to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I am not very close to her actually. She live at the Wellesley Province, while I live in  Penang Island. So I rarely get to see her. She is about 20 years old elder than me (so is most of my cousin), so we have less common ground. Besides she is always away giving tuitions to other students. The time that I get to see and talk to her is during Chinese New Year. When she is not giving tuition classes and at around the house. From what I've recalled, she was alone all the time. Don't remember she got married (Leong's curse: Every Leong is kinda curse to be single). She worked very hard to earn a decent (or maybe rather huge amount) of money. Staying indoors, in air-conditioned room to give tuition classes (Malaysian's terminology for extra classes besides school classes). And you think cancer is only caused by excess interaction with any radioactive..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;4 months ago, when my mom told me that she was diagnosed with cancer, I was quite shock. I was rather worry. But after my mom's visit, she told me that my cousin looked fine. After that, she was allowed to go back home. I thought she can win this fight. But alas, today, she lost the battle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I could not write any further. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So this will be my last respect to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ah Khum Piew Cheh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sorry I did not make any efforts to get to know you well. But I hope you can read this wherever you are. May you rest in peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-5689145585091730716?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5689145585091730716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=5689145585091730716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5689145585091730716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/5689145585091730716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/cancer-my-last-respect.html' title='Cancer (My Last Respect)'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-3292772230663639940</id><published>2007-09-16T17:31:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:44:02.413+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foods'/><title type='text'>Homemade Hokkien Mee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RuzcB_SpctI/AAAAAAAAAVY/OVoS-Zc2yJs/s1600-h/DSC03499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RuzcB_SpctI/AAAAAAAAAVY/OVoS-Zc2yJs/s400/DSC03499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110701603886297810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am very sorry for the late update. Ben Ben was too busy to upload the pictures, so I can't get the pictures and I was also kinda lazy to blog..... Okay okay, since that day was Tuesday, with no apparent reasons, we (Ben Ben, Shing Jia and me) decided to cook something good and spicy! And because I've brought the sauce for Hokkien (Prawn) noodles, we decided to make our own Hokkien noodles!!!!! It tasted not bad! But it is not spicy enough. Next time need to put more sauce, to make it super duper tangy and spicy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is a good thing being in Australia. All the ingredients inside this dish are from either Great Eastern or Laguna Asian Groceries in Melbourne!!!!! When some of my friends have to buy the whole box of Malaysian sauces when they go oversea, I can just buy them after 2 hours of train! 2 hours is still a lot to me. I really hope Laguna or Great Eastern will open a branch over here......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the Hokkien Noodles! In the noodles, what I used!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hokkien yellow noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rice vermicelli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bean sprouts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fish Cakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bacon (to replace the shredded chickens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Egg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PRAWNS (need to thank Ben, if not he will come in and scold me for that....)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the secret ingredient sauce!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I missed out something. Can you guys guess? And to those who wanted to know what brand, you will have to message me personally! Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;OMF--kinG..... I felt so domestic........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-3292772230663639940?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3292772230663639940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=3292772230663639940&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3292772230663639940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3292772230663639940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/homemade-hokkien-mee.html' title='Homemade Hokkien Mee'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RuzcB_SpctI/AAAAAAAAAVY/OVoS-Zc2yJs/s72-c/DSC03499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-3602675188529241597</id><published>2007-09-10T17:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:58:54.313+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Locked! =.=</title><content type='html'>Okay, it has been awhile since I blogged on this site. I have another blog that I also contributed,&lt;a href="http://moomoolanders.blogspot.com/"&gt;MooMooLanders&lt;/a&gt;.  Well, need to write something on this blog. If not, soon it will be a useless website. Hehehehe. Don't have my blogging bug with me, and Miss Poison Ivy keep on talking to me through msn......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, about the title above, it is a funny incident. Hahahaha. I was alone in the Environmental (Back) Lab, as always. I went to the storage room at the back of the Back lab (sounded weird) to grab some more petri dishes. Unknown to me, the door was set to lock position..... And BANG, I was locked in the store rooms...... Along with some mushrooms and feather collectors..... Just that day, I was thinking whether I will be "quarantined" in that room.  Suddenly panic got to me, I have no mobile with me cause it is in the office. Luckily I have the key with me! So I thought.... That key can't open that store room door, after trying hard to jam my key into the lock...... Then, just when I was about to bang the door until it opens, I realised that the storage room is connected to another back room of the Chemistry lab, and the door is not locked! And my key is compatible to the lock of the Chem lab!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because I was locked in that room, only I found some stuffs which is of use for my project!!!! So what do you reckon? Good coincident? or faith that brings me to that stuffs?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days, I was pretty happy; throughout the days. No particular reasons. Maybe someone put some dope into my foods..... I managed to get a Hokkien noodles (Prawn noodles) sauce, that tasted just like the Hokkien noodles from the hawker!!!!!! I am going to cook that tomorrow, and this time I am going to take the photos of that!!!!! Wait for the next entry!!!!! That's why staying in Australia is so damn good, where getting Asian groceries is not like spotting a kangaroo in the city! You can always get bak kut teh (imported from Malaysia) sachets in every single Asian groceries shops!!!!! But of course, you'll need to cook yourself........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: There is no wild animals (like kangaroos) in the city. The only wild animals you can find in Melbourne are the raven-look-a-like-gothic-people! Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-3602675188529241597?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3602675188529241597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=3602675188529241597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3602675188529241597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3602675188529241597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/locked.html' title='Locked! =.='/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-7028509765324233745</id><published>2007-09-03T20:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:39:04.667+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My unlonely boring life'/><title type='text'>Weekend in Melbourne (Again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rtvru8htc7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/O7007-AJy0o/s1600-h/P8310038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rtvru8htc7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/O7007-AJy0o/s400/P8310038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105933794308617138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, it is another weekend in the big smoke! I went down to city for repetitive 2 weeks already.... I definitely won't go down again this weekend. I need my rest. I need to wake up late and go for a swim and lay at home and do nothing on Fridays nite........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went down to city last weekend was due to several important stuffs. First thing, on 31st of August, Friday nite, I rush down to city because of my cousin's Birthday party. No, I am not going to city just to celebrate Merdeka Day..... Well, those who stayed with me or most of my friends, have been listening about this party until their ears sore. Hehehehehe. I just couldn't wait for that party! The nite went pretty well; about 50 of his friends turn out. Although I don't know any of his friends, that doesn't stop me from having a good time! Have had a 'moving' dinner along the river that passes through the lovely Melbourne city, we were dinning like Kings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RtvrlMhtc6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/lLxuH-mupmU/s1600-h/P8310031-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RtvrlMhtc6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/lLxuH-mupmU/s400/P8310031-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105933626804892578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I the cruise captain? No I am just a photographer, a lousy one....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rtvpdchtc3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/h399J9zGi8w/s1600-h/me+%2B+ken+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rtvpdchtc3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/h399J9zGi8w/s400/me+%2B+ken+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105931294637650802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you tell which is my cousin? The one standing behind me! Others are his friends, no idea who are they. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday, I went out for a shopping frenzies! Brought heaps, but without using any penny out from my wallet, thanks to the 95 dollars Myers gift voucher from Monash!  Of course I did use some dough out from my wallet, for groceries that's it! Met up with Rona and Titin, really need to thank Titin for her beautiful handmade stationery cup! Look below. Isn't it beautiful? If you want one as well, order one from Beautiful Miss Titin Christina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RtvpRshtc2I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Ma_8R3OjpoE/s1600-h/titin%27s+handcraft"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RtvpRshtc2I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Ma_8R3OjpoE/s400/titin%27s+handcraft" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105931092774187874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't it looks just like a 20 bucks stationery can?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We end up eating Thai foods, because I am sick and tired with Japanese foods. Almost every week I have Japanese foods when I am in the city.... We went to Ying Tai 2 at Lygons Street. The food was 2nd class, but the service is 5th class...... The dishes came after 10 minutes ( a plus for that), but we waited another 10 minutes for our rice and bowls for TomYum. This is one of the scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lex: Hi miss, can we have our rice now?&lt;br /&gt;Waitress A: Okay, just a sec.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~no one came over with our rice......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rona: Miss, can we have plates and our rice please?&lt;br /&gt;Waitress B: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;After 5 minutes, our plates are here! 5 of them, when there were only three of us.... Given by Waitress A. 1 minutes, Waitress B came up to us with another 3 plates......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lex: Hi miss, can we really have our rice now?  You gave us the plates, without any rice..... Swt*&lt;br /&gt;Waitress A: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-No response-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~no one came over as well....~~~~~~Then the nerve really got me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lex:&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-after walking into the restaurant and ask-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hi, can we have our rice and bowls please?&lt;br /&gt;Waitress A: Oh, yes. Are you with the gals outside in yellow (mentioning Titin)&lt;br /&gt;Lex: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Waitress A: Okay, we will bring that for you.&lt;br /&gt;Lex: No. I will bring it myself. No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then only she bloody give us the rice and bowls...... This scenario doesn't end here. No bloody way.....  They didn't bring us the water...... Swt swt........&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, if you want to eat good thai foods, but don't have the bloody patience,&lt;br /&gt;- DON'T bloody go to Ying Tai 2 at Lygons Strees-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, because I need to hand up the documents to the Immigration Department, I stayed back. That night, we feast like King again! This time at Plume in High Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shark fin's soup (PS: shark fins more than the crab meats!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Lobster with wonton mee ( Yummiest!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Cantonese Steamed fish (so professionally cooked that the fish is not overcooked! I can taste the fish's freshness)&lt;br /&gt;2. Seafoods hotpot (Mixture of scallops, big prawns, calamari and soft toufu)&lt;br /&gt;3. Deep fried chicken spare ribs (tasted almost like Kentucky fried chicken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desserts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Red bean paste (yum yum)&lt;br /&gt;2. Fruit platter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is only $180 for four person!!!!! El Cheapo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday (Today), I went back to Gippsland like a Chinese Vietnamese refugee..... One big ugly bag for my lappie, 3 bags of groceries... messy hair and pimples, that I swear to god looks like dirts on my faces..... hahahahaha. Okay I am totally knackered now, and I am writing such a f---king long entry........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-7028509765324233745?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7028509765324233745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=7028509765324233745&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7028509765324233745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/7028509765324233745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/weekend-in-melbourne-again.html' title='Weekend in Melbourne (Again)'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rtvru8htc7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/O7007-AJy0o/s72-c/P8310038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-8028135912973537182</id><published>2007-08-30T16:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T17:57:20.780+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Titleless</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Today is a good day. I get to go back early, not 15 minutes before 5, or 5pm.... Besides, I did not have any plan after I reached home. Unlike other days, where I will be heading to gym or heading to the city (like tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I love the city. Love it so damn much! But some days I just want to stay back at home, in my room and relax! Wake up late in the arvo, and just sit in front of my lappie and some useless stuffs. But being a hypocrite, I will hate that kind of life after awhile. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might be interested with my honours. Hmmm...... what nice thing to say about it?..... What I know is things won't go as you have planned..... You think you can the bull-eyes with just once shot? No bloody way..... This week I carried out my 2nd trial for the first part of the project.... FIRST PART of the project already need several trials..... What about the rest?..... Next week I need to do something tedious and long.... Still I will pray for Fridays to come earlier. Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before (maybe some already know this, after I-nonstop-promoting it), I will be going down the big smoke. My cousin's birthday! Yep, on our Malaysian Independent (Merdeka) Day. He will be a proud Malaysian if he were to stay and born in Malaysia. But he is not. Hehehehe. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Since we can upload video in the blogspot! I tried uploading a very funny yet stupid video for you us to have a laugh! But in vain.... It is too large, and it takes forever to upload. After awhile, my patience run thin, and I stop uploading it.... hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I upload one of the clips of us throwing our graduation hats! Not as funny as the one I tried in the first place.......Anyway, if you wanna see more clips, go to &lt;a href="http://moomoolanders.blogspot.com/"&gt;MooMooLander Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8e7c4e0279e84d4e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e7c4e0279e84d4e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329937811%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D595C580B7CAA7C7D52A3BD5463514B06B25E92F8.1347A5EE1B3B46B35CB69445184D43CB7BF145A6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e7c4e0279e84d4e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP7kSqk1EFMtcVbHyFmKNDQcYfco&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e7c4e0279e84d4e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329937811%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D595C580B7CAA7C7D52A3BD5463514B06B25E92F8.1347A5EE1B3B46B35CB69445184D43CB7BF145A6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e7c4e0279e84d4e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP7kSqk1EFMtcVbHyFmKNDQcYfco&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-8028135912973537182?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8e7c4e0279e84d4e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8028135912973537182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=8028135912973537182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8028135912973537182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8028135912973537182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/titleless.html' title='Titleless'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-1996957112617957212</id><published>2007-08-22T18:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T18:55:34.144+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Got Tagged</title><content type='html'>Arrgghhh..... I just got tagged.... &lt;del&gt;Stupid &lt;/del&gt; &lt;a href="http://aims-dolcevita.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ammie&lt;/a&gt; suddenly tag people out of the blue, after like 2 months stop updating her blog..... Well since I am so free, I might as well join in the vibe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the Tag rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Each blogger must post these rules first.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they've tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 random things you (people/Homo-sapien) to know about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate people calling me "SMART". Hate people calling me that word the most... You can call me a bum or other stuffs, but not smart. I felt like the "smart" word is so fake. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cherish my friendships very much. But I believe friendships are maintained by both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sleep with my boxer; not a very humiliating stuffs. Since almost every guy might do that. It is nicer with boxer FYI&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am kinda shoppaholic! I love to buy heaps heaps heaps of jackets. Luckily I staying over a country with four seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to drink alcohols. But my tolerant is not that good. Especially with beers..... I'll definitely vomit the next morning. Something with the malt and my stomach that don't goes well together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't eat sweets; don't like the sweet taste that linger in my mouth. But I like chocolates and ice-cream/gelato/gelati!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a hermit crab (Horoscope of Cancer). I kinda have double identity. Outside I might look happening and happy, but there is another part of me, buried deep inside which I never let anyone see before&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to watch some comedy/love movies. But I never believe in all those soulmate or love at first sight stuffs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There you goes..... 8 Stuffs I never want to let any Homo sapiens to know....... Although half way through, I can't really think of anything anymore, end up crapping in the middle part.... hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait oh wait, I get to tag 8 more people huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the lucky contestants are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nicole&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Danial&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jason Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wayne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hui Ru&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I can't think of any other people edi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes you. Don't look here and there. You are the lucky contestant! If you are free, you have to write. Instead of sitting there and watch Simpsons, do something useful for Blog's sake. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-1996957112617957212?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1996957112617957212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=1996957112617957212&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1996957112617957212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1996957112617957212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/got-tagged.html' title='Got Tagged'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-1623927438453167010</id><published>2007-08-19T17:49:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T18:11:03.223+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><title type='text'>Australian Antarctic Division</title><content type='html'>Suddenly I have an urge to write this entry. Yes, how pathetic huh? Other people have the urge to have sex, have an urge to eat fatty foods like Maccas, have the urge to join a drink feast, etc etc. But, I have an urge to writhe this entry.... Okay, okay, what is so important that Lex has to write this entry immediately, before he forgets. Well, the urge arises from me wanting to work temporarily for &lt;a href="http://www.aad.gov.au/default.asp"&gt;Australian Antarctic Division&lt;/a&gt; (AAD). Click on it if you wanted to know more about AAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking at the website for the whole arvo, my anticipation grew stronger and stronger. I love the winter (summer is the worst time ever, 20 years of summer, I had enough), and I love to help out the environment. Just so happen, they are doing several projects about remediation of petroleum! The research I am coincidently working on!!!!! Fat Aunt has suggested this idea to me previously, during the Adelaide trip. I was kinda unsure about that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;What pulled me back previously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to wash my hair every single morning, my hair will become oily over the nite.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need my electronic stuffs. I need my lappie and musics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am kinda urban person, need to city's treat once awhile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Etc etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So what happened to me, that made me change my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can shave my hair bald. I am willing to do that, just to go Antarctic. No hair means no worries. Hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not working full time in Antarctic!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This two reasons are enough for me to go there desperately! So what is my plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;After my honours, I try my best best to get Aussie PR, and then get a stable job. Mostly related to research and environmental microbiology.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work my ass off for one year, without break.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take my accumulated leaves to work with AAD!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Antarctic as Temporary Worker for Remediation of petroleum in Macquarie Island!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Really really really hope my this dream can come true!!!!!! But this plan takes a bloody long time. Hope I still have the same fire in me after 2 years. Hahahhaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-1623927438453167010?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1623927438453167010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=1623927438453167010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1623927438453167010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1623927438453167010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/australian-antarctic-division.html' title='Australian Antarctic Division'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-8695603583101183596</id><published>2007-08-18T20:27:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T18:13:48.914+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Weekends!</title><content type='html'>Well it has been awhile since I blogged, both in this blog and my MooMooLanders blog. Anyway, if you people want to Simpsonize yourselves, click the&lt;a href="http://simpsonizeme.com"&gt; Simpsonize Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo below is my Simpsonized face! Totally different huh?!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RsbJrchtc1I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Nd6Q7ttOXjg/s1600-h/your_image.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RsbJrchtc1I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Nd6Q7ttOXjg/s400/your_image.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099985376272806738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So what had happened to this bloke, until he can't blog almost everyday, if not twice a day. Answer: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Honours&lt;/span&gt;........ Starting from last Monday, my Honours has come to a phase where there is no longer any after-lunch-extremely-free-arvo. After lunch, I went back straight to my lab to continue with my lab. Some of the days are just dead tiring, and other days are dead tiring yet unproductive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend like on day preparing 216 agar plates for my microbie (microorganisms), and another day just walking about hunting for stuffs.... People are definitely very stingy when it comes to apparatus. Just for a masking tape or sticky tape, I need to provide a 100-reasons'-list. Tj did asked me why did I sound so agitated, I wonder how he knows I got so agitated..... Anyway, the agitation will arise when things you are looking for are either not enough, or they are not sterile..... Yes, I need my stuffs to be sterile, not because I am pathetic, but because of the nature of these experiments I am doing......  Everyday throughout the week, I felt/looked like a zombie when I reach home. I was complaining for the first few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I realised that I will be working in this researching field when I come out working. I can't be complaining and be agitated every single days..... Besides, I have tried my best not to complain that much anymore. Hehehehe. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PowerNap&lt;/span&gt; is what I need! But I hope I can get power-nap once awhile, sometime I might not get to sleep at all. I am not a good sleeper (is it what you called? Or something else). It is worse, when you are such a picky person, yet staying with a nocturnal wombat (oops, person). Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, of course, weekends are the days I am longing for everyday. Weekends are the days where I can have them all by myself, not doing experiments or plying my eyes with a toothpick every morning... Hahaha. Weekends are the days I can swim and go for exercise, and sleep in until late in the day! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. It is Saturday nite already..... My this Saturday is about to end very soon...... Sunday just passes by without me noticing, and Monday is another fighting day. I wonder should I go to Melbourne city next weekend or the week after next?.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-8695603583101183596?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://simpsonizeme.com/' title='Weekends!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8695603583101183596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=8695603583101183596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8695603583101183596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8695603583101183596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/weekends.html' title='Weekends!'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RsbJrchtc1I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Nd6Q7ttOXjg/s72-c/your_image.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-185823759301880230</id><published>2007-08-10T21:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T22:22:43.555+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excitement'/><title type='text'>Lord Darth Lex!</title><content type='html'>Yippie!!!!! Today, I almost jump up with joy! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Why?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mask came on time, just before we need to do mix our compost. Sorry being so pathetic, I don't like the idea of breathing pathogen spores. Oh, for those of you who don't know what I am saying; I am a Honours student (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahem!)&lt;/span&gt; doing research on bioremediation of waste with compost (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not so ahem, but I liked it!&lt;/span&gt;). Don't know what is compost? Just type &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.gofuckinggoogleit.com &lt;/span&gt;and you will know......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my psyche, it came just on time, and I've said that twice..... It is installed with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;HEPA (High Efficiency Particulate Air) filter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Means I am safe from all the harmful pathogens and their spores!!!!!That one belongs to me, I am not going to let any other person use it. And I reckon no one want to use mine, god knows what could be produced from my breath. Hahahaha. Now, I not only need to wear safety goggle (got use of that); I need to wear the mask whenever we do stuffs with the open compost. Anyway it helps because the waste smelt like vomits and others smelt like petroleum spills..... Oh wait, they are petroleum waste, what the hell I am talking about?..... If you are wondering, the waste that smell like vomit or worse is actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;waste from grease trap&lt;/span&gt; that we got from the fast-food restaurant.... Yep, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maccas&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; KFC&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hungry Jack&lt;/span&gt; and etc.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RrxSzRlCf8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/QKojm0Shsz4/s1600-h/Picture%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RrxSzRlCf8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/QKojm0Shsz4/s400/Picture%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097039919122120642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me wearing full PPE (Personal Protective Equipment) in the lab. Overslept, so didn't have time to wax my hair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However, when we wore that, there are some disadvantages. It is hard to hear what my supervisor wanted to say, when he is wearing one as well. Our breathing sounded like Lord Darth Vader, from Star Wars. If I have a safety hat from the construction, I will look exactly the same as Lord Vader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RrxSuBlCf7I/AAAAAAAAASs/6hylo2KI_4U/s1600-h/Darth+Vader+Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RrxSuBlCf7I/AAAAAAAAASs/6hylo2KI_4U/s400/Darth+Vader+Face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097039828927807410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after reading &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kenny Sia&lt;/span&gt;'s blog for long, I've the urge to start playing with my pictures..... And here you are, Lord Darth Lex!!!!!!!! Hahahahaha..... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*pathetic laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RrxSoRlCf6I/AAAAAAAAASk/dCsYKZ5qPkc/s1600-h/Darth+Vader+Face+%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RrxSoRlCf6I/AAAAAAAAASk/dCsYKZ5qPkc/s400/Darth+Vader+Face+%2Bme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097039730143559586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Which one is more handsome???? Please say me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-185823759301880230?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/185823759301880230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=185823759301880230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/185823759301880230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/185823759301880230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/lord-darth-lex.html' title='Lord Darth Lex!'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RrxSzRlCf8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/QKojm0Shsz4/s72-c/Picture%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-2147972622475147743</id><published>2007-08-09T22:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:58:12.717+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graditude'/><title type='text'>Dear to me</title><content type='html'>I really have no idea what I want to write for this entry. But felt like writing into my blog, which clearly has no one bother writing their crap over the crapbox or worse don't even bother looking. hehehehe. Should I keep on promoting my blog? Then people will call me "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHAMELESS&lt;/span&gt;" for keep on promoting it... Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me explain what is the meaning of independent. With independent, you are more likely to go through your life without fear and worries. You can finish a job given to you without helps from other people. You believe (so is other people) you can do such thing no doubt. Don't you feel good? Able to do stuffs without helps of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it is never this case. When you are too independent (by the look of it), people will easily brush you off; thinking you can make it yourself. However, most of the independent people are emotional dependent. They looked too hard and bright outside, when there is a dark and gloom cave under the skin. It is good when these people found someone who can light up their caves, but others, might need cobweb to help them keep company. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of single people are rising by days (both sexes). This means people are getting more independent by days. But this is not the way. Especially Malaysian. I reckon, Malaysian are getting so independent, most guys are single.... Or they are the loser in the ultimate game called relationship... I would like to believe they are independent. I am still living in denial. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanna thank this particular person who turn on a torchlight in my caves during summer. Thank you very much. You are there when I needed the most. Please light it once again and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Het missen van u ~ S'ennuyer de vous ~  Vermissen Sie ~ Sig.na voi ~ 逃すこと ~ 너를 놓침  ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-2147972622475147743?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2147972622475147743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=2147972622475147743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/2147972622475147743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/2147972622475147743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear-to-me.html' title='Dear to me'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-3679492116858885857</id><published>2007-08-06T14:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T15:22:19.105+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>China Chinese Vs Oversea Chinese</title><content type='html'>This entry is something that I felt like letting it out of my chest, since the first week of the semester had started. As you can see, this semester there are 30 China students from some part of China, don't know which university which did twining program with Monash Gippsland. So happen, that out of 30 China students, 2 of the guys are staying in our house. I am not trying to be a big fat and inconsiderate racist here, I am just merely stating the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that changed a lot in our house is the cleanliness. Benches were stained with fats and residues which could not be removed. Dishes and pots which is super-glued with food residues, although some were so called "washed". Sinks were blocked for donkey years and can be turned into sock (no fish can stay in there) tank soon. Do I need to mention about our toilets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, comes the question. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What makes us so different?&lt;/span&gt; Oversea Chinese are the Chinese (mostly Southern Chinese) which migrated from their home country to another place for the future of their kin. At that time, China was having some population boom, and people are losing jobs. My Granddad moved out of Guangzhou/Canton to Penang, Malaysia. Now, my siblings, all my cousin and I are Malaysian Chinese. Some of the good things about Oversea Chinese are: their English is slightly (not much for others) better than their peer from China, they have siblings whom will fight with them just for the fun of it, etc. etc. You can find Chinese just about everywhere, I reckon Chinese is the most resilient race!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mentioning the Oversea Chinese, there is always the China Chinese, whom parents remained in China, and they probably have no other siblings besides their cousins. With this, I heard, it makes them very spoil? I can't make judgement, can I? Anyway, those who able to make it to Aus, are definitely rich spoil kids. Hahaha. Ooops sorry.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my problem. What makes us so different? Once we are out of our home ground, people tend to according to the environment, it is call &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Human Adaptation and Evolution&lt;/span&gt;. So those who are away from their home ground since young, their tend to follow the specific country's culture. Some of the Asian in America have no idea how to speak their mother tongue. The good stuffs about Oversea Chinese in South East Asia is that they tend to keep some of their Chinese culture. They can speak good dialect, if not Mandarin. But just as I thought we were more alike the Chinese back home, we are very different actually. I am not saying the people back in China are less educated, but with the large amount of people in one small spot, people don't really care about cleanliness. Can you imagine; your dinning room window is facing the toilet window of another unit? People throwing rubbish everywhere, every corner on your pathway? Children shit outside the store facing the main road? I've been to China before, and I don't think I want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the situation back in the mainland China. But please don't do these stuffs when you are out of your comfort zone..... My house is currently having such crisis, and I don't know what I can do to solve it. They don't seems to know what I am saying, even when I was speaking at the speed of a tortoise, and I don't like to speak Mandarin until I have to. I hope no wars will begin in this house though......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Disclaimer - Lex is not trying to be prejudice. He is merely stating the obvious that is happening around him. If you still insist of sending him to court, you might as well pay for his court fine fees. He has no such money......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-3679492116858885857?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3679492116858885857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=3679492116858885857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3679492116858885857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3679492116858885857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/china-chinese-vs-oversea-chinese.html' title='China Chinese Vs Oversea Chinese'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-696859346752123489</id><published>2007-08-02T20:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:39:24.960+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graditude'/><title type='text'>No Complain(s)</title><content type='html'>Well I was going to write something about this morning, but after today, I don't think I can complain anymore. For those who know me, I like to voice out my disagreements or discontentment. For today, I need to wake up at ungodly hour 5.45am just to travel back to Churchill to help my supervisor with the compost mixing. I was going to start my rambling, until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days/weeks, all I did was waking up in late morning/ sometime afternoon, to do some articles reading and watch more telly.... Those days were pretty bored. Then, a few days ago, I went back to Melbourne, just to do my body checkup for my Visa extension. While I was at the city, I called up my technical supervisor, John, and he said I can come over today to help him and Craig with mixing of the oily sludge and compost. I was kinda psyched with that idea, but immediately being put off because I need to start traveling early morning just to reach Churchill at around 9am or 10 am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt, who is a nurse, promised will drop me over the station when she goes off to work. It was 5.45am when I forced myself to wake up, took a shower and prepare myself. When we were outside the house, on the way to the city, we saw the West Gate Bridge was chock a block with vehicles...... Ungodly 6.30 in the morning and everyone from the city are on the bridge, heading toward that big smoke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the train, there were heaps of people, from primary students to elders. All of them need to wake up around my time, or even earlier just to get the train, for a better school that is about 45 minutes or 1 hour train away. There is this guy from my campus whom I met when I was waiting for the campus taxi, that he travel up and down 3 days per week.... 3 DAYS PER WEEK..... Gosh, I rather sleep at home, than coming to uni which needs around 2 to 3 hours with public transports. Then this gal whom I met, also in the taxi, said the same thing. They were chirping away about the methods to wake up at this ungodly hour, couldn't help by adding some tips of mine, using my mobile alarm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I felt so thanks and relieved that I stayed back in my hostel, which is less than 5 minutes walk from the university. That I can go back home to take a good nap after my lab or class (no more classes though, I graduated from my degree!). That I do not need to travel another 2 hours to go back to my home sweet home. Basically I am very thankful to my aunt and my parent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is different culture, where Aussie tends to keep their lifestyle, while I rather change my whole lifestyle, just to suit the new environment!&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, without any complains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-696859346752123489?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/696859346752123489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=696859346752123489&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/696859346752123489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/696859346752123489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-complains.html' title='No Complain(s)'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-6096037849461781127</id><published>2007-07-27T17:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T19:37:05.155+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My unlonely boring life'/><title type='text'>Sydney Makan Trip</title><content type='html'>I was suppose to post entry about the Sydney trip few weeks back. But being too "busy" with my Honours, I have no time to put them up.... Okay there you go. To those who plan to go Sydney for vacation, and you happen to have the same motto as me "Live to Eat", I suggest you people to visit one of these places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roasted Duck with wonton Noodles (Chinatown)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmecBlCf0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/Y41z0knOoTM/s1600-h/DSC02568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmecBlCf0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/Y41z0knOoTM/s400/DSC02568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091775058016370498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Heavenly Pancakes (Pancakes on the Rock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmeSBlCfzI/AAAAAAAAARw/X3mLhPP8WZU/s1600-h/DSC02646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmeSBlCfzI/AAAAAAAAARw/X3mLhPP8WZU/s400/DSC02646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091774886217678642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Taiwanese food called "Nou rou fan" (Off Market City)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmeBhlCfyI/AAAAAAAAARo/OOT_OLxqrO4/s1600-h/PHTO0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmeBhlCfyI/AAAAAAAAARo/OOT_OLxqrO4/s400/PHTO0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091774602749837090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Entree&lt;/span&gt; - Deep fried Mars Bar (Bondi Beach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rqmd7BlCfxI/AAAAAAAAARg/rkRg-S7J-VQ/s1600-h/PHTO0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rqmd7BlCfxI/AAAAAAAAARg/rkRg-S7J-VQ/s400/PHTO0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091774491080687378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Main course&lt;/span&gt; - Pork Ribs!!!!!! (Hurricane Grills, Bondi Beach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmdyhlCfwI/AAAAAAAAARY/D_dv8PtFR48/s1600-h/DSC02722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmdyhlCfwI/AAAAAAAAARY/D_dv8PtFR48/s400/DSC02722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091774345051799298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Obento (Takeru, Sussex Street)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmdrxlCfvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/BScuI_Yo7Vc/s1600-h/PHTO0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmdrxlCfvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/BScuI_Yo7Vc/s400/PHTO0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091774229087682290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot what we had for dinner, could be the EXTREME spicy Sizchuan hot pot.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogalo burger (Liverpool St)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmdVRlCfuI/AAAAAAAAARI/bLKqUE1wP9E/s1600-h/PHTO0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmdVRlCfuI/AAAAAAAAARI/bLKqUE1wP9E/s400/PHTO0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091773842540625634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siew Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mango sago + black sesame toufu fa with glutinous rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rqmc_BlCftI/AAAAAAAAARA/xGiYPhLxZNI/s1600-h/PHTO0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rqmc_BlCftI/AAAAAAAAARA/xGiYPhLxZNI/s400/PHTO0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091773460288536274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmcyxlCfsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Tnb5sACf2qE/s1600-h/DSC02822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmcyxlCfsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Tnb5sACf2qE/s400/DSC02822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091773249835138754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Seafoods!!!!! (Sydney's Fish Market)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmcoBlCfrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_HG929xa-gc/s1600-h/PHTO0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmcoBlCfrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_HG929xa-gc/s400/PHTO0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091773065151545010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmcXxlCfqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mswa7EXbjvM/s1600-h/DSC02826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmcXxlCfqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mswa7EXbjvM/s400/DSC02826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091772785978670754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Korean Foods - Abalone and Ginseng Chicken (Zozo, World Square)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmcKhlCfpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TpsC3RpljDU/s1600-h/DSC02861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmcKhlCfpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TpsC3RpljDU/s400/DSC02861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091772558345404050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Harvey's Hotdog de Wheels and Chicken and Peas + Ginger Beer (Woolloomooloo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rqmb6hlCfoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BpfEq1yc9cU/s1600-h/DSC02879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rqmb6hlCfoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BpfEq1yc9cU/s400/DSC02879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091772283467497090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmbvRlCfnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FE-ip--TUDE/s1600-h/PHTO0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmbvRlCfnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FE-ip--TUDE/s400/PHTO0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091772090193968754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nasi Terasi (Belacan Fried Rice) (Food court below Chinatown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmaOhlCfmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/KfxYWZXGGuE/s1600-h/DSC02892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmaOhlCfmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/KfxYWZXGGuE/s400/DSC02892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091770428041625186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't they make you drool heap??? Faster go and take a plane to Sydney!!!! Do I get any money for promoting these for Sydney?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: The foods are selected based on Lex's mere taste. If you found any rats/cockies/ etc etc. do not come and sue me. I am not a food critic also, those who thing their own restaurant foods are better, do leave me a comment please. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-6096037849461781127?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6096037849461781127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=6096037849461781127&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6096037849461781127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6096037849461781127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/sydney-makan-trip.html' title='Sydney Makan Trip'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqmecBlCf0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/Y41z0knOoTM/s72-c/DSC02568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-2724303713200053656</id><published>2007-07-24T16:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T17:29:13.158+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penang'/><title type='text'>Pin-neng (Penang)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqWqAxlCflI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KwF4TCQqRBo/s1600-h/Penang%27s+flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqWqAxlCflI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KwF4TCQqRBo/s400/Penang%27s+flag.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090661884097625682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqWp7xlCfkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/649YCy5Ys04/s1600-h/Komtar+Tower+from+the+ferry2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqWp7xlCfkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/649YCy5Ys04/s400/Komtar+Tower+from+the+ferry2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090661798198279746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooi, tai-keh. Cit-pai shi teh it-pai wa sia wa-eh entry ti Hokkien-uah!!!!!! Well, wah-eh Hokkien-uah has down hill since wa ki leow O-chew..... Boh huat toh.... Boh-lang ai kah wa kong Hokkien.... Tee Penang, boh lee lu see kheng-tang-lang ah, teow-chew lang ah, hakka lang ah, ka leow teoh beh eh heow Hokkien-uah. Of course, some of my friends from Penang, totally beh heow kong Hokkien-uah. They are the rare bred! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tong-kim kana Wayne and Jason Chan shi from Penang.... Wa chai lu-lang also boh-mee eh-heow tak hokkien-uah in writing, so wa eh sia ti ang-moh at the end of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please refer to wah-eh previous "Penang" entry, wa kong kueh ka-leow Penang-lang tio-beh eh-heow kong hokkien-uah. Beh-heow Hokkien-uah means mampui leow!!!! hahahaha. Uh Chit-pai wah-eh peng-yu from KL kee penang and play some treasure hunt games around Penang island. When ee chai beh teow that tempat, ee so happened kee mui chit-leh auntie selling at the roadside. And ee had a hard time communicating.... Hahaha. You are correct! Auntie tee Penang beh-heow pah-leh uah besides Hokkien. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah-lang eh Hokkien really boh-siang ka pah-leh-ui eh Hokkien. Ee-lang kong wa-lang eh Hokkien siang-kah Thai-koh eh uah..... Hahaha. After kee-leow KL, wa get to learn most of the other Hokkien slang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siang-Kah:&lt;br /&gt;Penang eh "Ch'chui", KL-lang kong "Xiang"&lt;br /&gt;Penang eh "Ah-meh", Johor-lang kong "Ah-mi".......&lt;br /&gt;Penang eh "kong", Johor and Klang lang kong "ta"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, wa-lang definitely more proud of wa-lang eh Hokkien!!!!! Oh, Penang Island eh Hokkien also boh siang from Wellesley eh Hokkien!!!!! Kana wah-lang eh-heow pun!!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wa better kee sia wa-eh Profile. Tong kim ka chai wah-eh Profile see pak-leh-lang eh Profile.... WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, this time I am writing this entry in Hokkien!!!!!!! Well, my Hokkien has gone down hill since I came over to Australia....Nothing I can do about it. Nobody want to/can speak Hokkien with me over here... Back in Penang, every other races (Cantonese, Teow Chew or Hakka) also need to know how to speak in Hokkien. Of course, there are some of my friends who totally oblivious about Hokkien. They are the rare bred! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over here in Australia, only Wayne and Jason Chan are from Penang... I also know most of you don't know how to read Hokkien in writing, I'll translate them into English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read my previous "Penang" label entry, I did say that everyone need to know how to speak Hokkien. Bad Hokkien means disaster! Hahaha. Once, one of my friends from KL came over to Penang to play a treasure hunt game around Penang Island. When she can't find that particular place, she went and ask an lady along the road. And they had hard time understanding each other..... hahaha. You are correct! Most ladies in their mid 40s or 50s know only Hokkien. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Penang Hokkien is very different from other state's Hokkien. They said our Hokkien sounded like Thai... hahaha. After studying in KL for awhile, I've learned some of the other state's Hokkien slang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hokkien's words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh course we are definitely more proud of our Hokkien!!!!! Oh, Penang Island's Hokkien is also different from the Wellesley's Hokkien; only we can tell!!!!! Hahaha. Okay, better write my Profile. Now my profile belongs to other person's profile... WTF......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-2724303713200053656?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2724303713200053656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=2724303713200053656&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/2724303713200053656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/2724303713200053656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/pin-neng-penang.html' title='Pin-neng (Penang)'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqWqAxlCflI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KwF4TCQqRBo/s72-c/Penang%27s+flag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-4511088138748426566</id><published>2007-07-23T11:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T12:36:10.225+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>B'day Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqQGsBlCfjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1HyonjSmXuQ/s1600-h/IMG_51181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqQGsBlCfjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1HyonjSmXuQ/s400/IMG_51181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090200832243301938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all, I would like to thanks that bunch of monkeys from A-Level!!!!! You guys are the first group of people to call me, 45 minutes after my birthday clock stroke. Yep, this bunch of monkeys called all the way from Penang, while doing a long-distance-party for me.... Partying and cutting cakes without the Birthday boy...... Although it sound terrible, it is very sweet of you guys!!!! Hahaha. Like I said before, my A-Level Monkeys are the best friends I ever had!!!!!! See what they did for my birthday!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this year, there are heaps more people remembered my birthday!!!!! Maybe because everyone just finished their studies and still jobless or unemployed. Hahhaa. So I guess they have more time on their hand, and more survived brain cells!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All your B'day Wishes are more meaningful than pressies!!!!!! Thank guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So for the Gippy people, you might not see me during last weekend.... What happened to me? Some might care, but not most. Hahaha. Anyway, I drove back to Melbourne on last Friday (2 days before my birthday) for the weekend. I am a city-sider &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for your information. Of course I will go back city to celebrate my birthday. Okay, reach Melbourne at around 12pm, and straight go back to my aunt's place. Hid there until 5pm where the sun started sinking. Met Rona, Titin, Hendrix and Anton at the Flinder Street Station, and off we went to the Japanese restaurant called Shoya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That place is really high-class and bloody expensive as well..... We were planning to drink sake, but too bad, it is bloody expensive..... Sashimi is very nice and fresh!!!! I did not go for run, so they should be top notch! After dinner, we planned to go to pub and then to movie. However, due to time constrain, we could only watch movie.... No pubs. And the Harry Potter is not my favorite anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it is the day before my birthday! My uncle brought us to Crown Casino's Conservatory Restaurant for buffet lunch. The place was superbly nice!!!!! And I was so lucky that it happens to be Malaysian theme that day!!!!! So I get to eat all kind of Malaysian foods, that tasted like one!!!!! The picture is Otak Otak, and it has been awhile since I tasted that!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqQGiBlCfiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/iLJkg41e1EU/s1600-h/Picture%2813%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqQGiBlCfiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/iLJkg41e1EU/s400/Picture%2813%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090200660444610082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my birthday itself, I need to rush back to Gippy, but my lovely aunty did brought me a duck drumstick!!!!! That is our family tradition!!!! The Birthday Boy/Gal get to eat one whole Duck Drumstick by itself!!!!! No chopped apart!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I would like to thank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;A-Level Monke&lt;/span&gt;y - Roger, Jonie, Hooi Yee, Shu Ting, Jason Lim, and Ah Hann for calling me all the way from Penang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Through phone &lt;/span&gt;- Joce, Ammie, Wayne, My Sister and Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Through SMS &lt;/span&gt;- Rona, Titin, Wayne, Danial,  Sookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Through MSN&lt;/span&gt; - Nicole, Tj, Cynthia, Anton, Samuel, Chien Wen, Chloe, Hui Ru, Keng Tee, Hau Tong, Wunhin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Through Friendster/Facebook &lt;/span&gt;- Vivien!, Nina, Calvin, Justine, Sue Li, Cynthia, Dominic, Jacky, Mahdulika, Wen, Xavier, Reuben, Alex Putra, Lip Kai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;In Person&lt;/span&gt; - Yee Pey, Lai Peng, Anne, Xue Ting, Thet, Sherly, Cynthia and all my Housemates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried my best to remember all of you who send your best wishes. Sorry to those who I missed out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kam Siah tai-keh, Seoh-Tee tong-kim tuah-han leow!&lt;br /&gt;Uu koh-leng wah e eh-leh entry, wah siah ti hokkien-uah. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-4511088138748426566?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4511088138748426566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=4511088138748426566&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4511088138748426566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4511088138748426566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/bday-wishes.html' title='B&apos;day Wishes'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RqQGsBlCfjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1HyonjSmXuQ/s72-c/IMG_51181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-1134844799233879283</id><published>2007-07-19T19:37:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:52:39.031+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rp80QrDZJqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dP1lL-D3jmY/s1600-h/DSC05320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rp80QrDZJqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dP1lL-D3jmY/s400/DSC05320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088843564991456930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snowman from Morwell National Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, while waiting for my cooking-mate to come back, I might as well update my blog a bit! I am kinda hungry though.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed recently in Daylesford and Ballarat just a few days ago... But not over Churchill..... NOT FAIR... they are saying that we might have some, but because of the rain over our place, snow turns into water.... Arrrgggh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, Malaysian, are definitely eager to experience the snow because Malaysia is a tropical country. If snow were to fall on Malaysian ground, there is definitely something weird going on with the world. But we can still experience snow at other places. The only time I see snow is in China, when I was travelling up north from Guangzhou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who haven't experience snow before, there is something you should do. Make sure you wear your gloves (thick one if possible), and make sure you have thick clothes. Most important thing, don't stand in the snow alone..... You will feel so damn alone, you could jump off the cliff if you are standing on one.... I actually felt like the character of Winter Sonata, although I never seen that Korean drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, last year I'd went to Mt. Baw Baw. The day we (my relative and I) went up the Mt. Baw Baw, it did not snow.... So it wasn't much fun.... The next week, my friends went to the same mountain and they get to play with heaps of snow.... How furious.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, just yesterday, I did drive around my place, for the snow hunt. We can see some snow lying on top of the mountains next to our campus. But we just can't reach the top of the mountain..... Argh..... I was more furious when Shing Jia and her friends came back with a bag full of SNOW.... They found snow in Morwell National Park.... I SHOULD HAVE GONE THERE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am so damn hungry, I can't type 15 words per minute, I could only type 1 word per 15 minutes. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-1134844799233879283?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1134844799233879283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=1134844799233879283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1134844799233879283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1134844799233879283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rp80QrDZJqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dP1lL-D3jmY/s72-c/DSC05320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-3744039254991374126</id><published>2007-07-17T11:28:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:53:41.674+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Back (for good)</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. I am back! Both from holiday and to this blog!!!!!!! Sydney was awesome, but I don't reckon I will talk about it in this blog!!!!! This new template of my blog was one of the awesome xml template from Gecko and Fly! And thanks to Sookie, the blog banner is the picture of me!!!! I know I am a possie.... I don't care!!!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for your information, the blog banner will be randomly selected and displayed from four of my prime each time you people come into my page!!!!!! If you people dont believe me, DO refresh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am back to Gippsland. For Honours degree; I did not fail any unit, okay?.... Yesterday spend 2 hours discussing about the potential parts for me to be involved in the petroleum waste sludge bioremediation project! Still kinda blur with the machine (in-vessel composting) though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, need to accept the offer letter from Monash and pay bloody expensive fees for that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-3744039254991374126?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3744039254991374126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=3744039254991374126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3744039254991374126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3744039254991374126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-for-good.html' title='Back (for good)'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-492052267780675849</id><published>2007-06-23T01:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:43:44.591+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graditude'/><title type='text'>Long hiatus coming soon....</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys. I will be going for a holiday. A time to rest after 1 year of working nonstop. Can you imagine that? After 1 year only I get my very own rest. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the semester started last year, I worked nonstop throughout the semester. Even after the 2nd semester final, I need to start doing my third year project... That project goes on until the beginning of the 2007 first semester. Of course there is some small holidays with my aunts and some parties, but not something I did for myself and I died to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after my final paper of this semester, I need to continue doing a poster for the conference that will be held in Adelaide. I am very tired... I need to get away from these, I need a runaway. So I reckon Sydney is a good hideout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to those who keep track on my blog, but this poor guy need a rest from all these. He need a day where he does not need to worry about his works, and he can play from dust to dawn, or maybe early morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are eager to see my new blog layout, you will need to wait for awhile. I have no more strength to do such thing. Thanks to Sookie who helped me a lot! I will die without your helps!!!! Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-492052267780675849?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/492052267780675849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=492052267780675849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/492052267780675849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/492052267780675849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-hiatus-coming-soon.html' title='Long hiatus coming soon....'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-4689348026459270446</id><published>2007-06-17T19:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:30:38.440+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>New Blog Banner Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food for the Day&lt;/span&gt;: Mee Jawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Sookie, now I have more versions of this Possy me picture... Are you people going to choose again? Please say yes.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with the current technology and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;htmls&lt;/span&gt;, I can, not only post one up by banner, but all six of them!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail Sookie, my lucky star!!!!! Okay, better stop praising her that much, she will fly later. Now as I was saying, I can post all of them up. And when you people come into my blog, random version of this picture will pop out as the Blog Banner!!!!!! OOOOOOOhhhh I can't wait to see the outcome of this blog!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RnT9fJ7dCZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/FfGKYNavSrA/s1600-h/lex+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RnT9fJ7dCZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/FfGKYNavSrA/s400/lex+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076961391636449682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RnT9aZ7dCYI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/H9IF4YtOy_I/s1600-h/dull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RnT9aZ7dCYI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/H9IF4YtOy_I/s400/dull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076961310032071042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RnT9VJ7dCXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Bgy83BgtKMI/s1600-h/dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RnT9VJ7dCXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Bgy83BgtKMI/s400/dark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076961219837757810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RnT9QZ7dCWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/DJJWFK9et7M/s1600-h/bright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RnT9QZ7dCWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/DJJWFK9et7M/s400/bright.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076961138233379170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So you people can stop cracking your head on choosing which is the best. Too me they are well edited. hehehehhe. Yep, edited.&lt;br /&gt;Notice the difference between a 2 days beginner and a professional......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-4689348026459270446?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4689348026459270446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=4689348026459270446&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4689348026459270446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4689348026459270446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-blog-banner-survey.html' title='New Blog Banner Survey'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RnT9fJ7dCZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/FfGKYNavSrA/s72-c/lex+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-4404596107425854651</id><published>2007-06-17T00:07:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T10:01:48.633+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Blog Banner Survey</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am undecided on which picture should I use as the banner for my new blog. And I really need you people's help. So stop playing with my panda for awhile, and help me in choosing which one should I use as the blog banner.&lt;br /&gt;I have play around this picture with Photoshop, using my lousy Photoshop knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is the one with colour pencil sketching on the background, while I remained fair and smooth! Hehehee&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RnPuv57dCVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ewJsWtaZ_C4/s1600-h/shadow-graffiti-with-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RnPuv57dCVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ewJsWtaZ_C4/s400/shadow-graffiti-with-me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076663711748131154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second picture is pencil sketching of me, with colourful background!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RnPuqp7dCUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5S31R6RvpuQ/s1600-h/graffiti-with-shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RnPuqp7dCUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5S31R6RvpuQ/s400/graffiti-with-shadow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076663621553817922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big problem now is, I DON'T know which to choose.... I love both of them.... Need your voice to determine which one will be up the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This survey will be up until 21st of June, where I will count the ballots. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 1&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 2 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Everyone can vote! No matter you just bum into my blog out of curiosity or coming here with inconspicuous mode... I know whether you people came in and vote or not, I have extreme Tracking! hahaha. So please do give out your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;You can post them over the comment box or Crapbox. Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-4404596107425854651?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4404596107425854651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=4404596107425854651&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4404596107425854651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/4404596107425854651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-banner-survey.html' title='Blog Banner Survey'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RnPuv57dCVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ewJsWtaZ_C4/s72-c/shadow-graffiti-with-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-1499265379515521190</id><published>2007-06-12T09:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:04:08.547+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><title type='text'>Religions</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Food of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt; Belacan Fried Mantis Prawn (Lai Lui Har)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you looked carefully, I had a lot of foods that I wanted to eat that is in Belacan. Yes, I LOVE Belacan so that much. Besides most of the good Penang foods has some Belacan in it. It is either a love it or hate relationship: Westerner might find it unbearable, just like durian; but personally, it's fragrant is top notch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, I have 10 mintues left, before I need to return to my studies.... Low life ay?.... Recently, I refuged back to my aunt house for the weekend, after my Bioactive final exam. WHY? Heaps of people asked me that, since I still have two more papers, one is at TOMORROW.... Yet, I am writing this blog..... Oh, back to the main point, I went back to city because Dalai Lama came to Melbourne!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt who is a benefactor forDalai Lama, so I get to go to see him close-up. Okay, reach city on Friday, but I only went to the teaching on Saturday. When I stepped in the Rod Laver Avenue stadium, what I saw surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before saying what is so surprising, I shall tell you people something. Almost every Sunday, when I am in city, I will follow my aunt to an Indian Bhajan (chanting session). When I first arrived in Aus, I was surprised to see there are some Aussie in the Bhajan, don't even mention they can sing the indian chanting better than I do. Back to the Dalai Lama teaching, in the stadium, it was dominated by two third of Aussie, with BLOND hair. Local Aussie, I do not mean Asian Aussie, came all the way from Adelaide. They even wrote down every single deep teachings that I myself (a Buddhist) could not understand and half asleep.... Hehehehehe. Not a good Buddhist ay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then when I was chatting with my Ammie, she was saying world is mixing. Yeah, true. Asian following Westerner religions (Christianity), while the Westerner (including the Aussie) follow Asian religions! Any religion is better than no religion at all. Dalai Lama did stress that religion is very important even in this century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; I am not prejudising about other religions. I have no right to do that. So please regard this entry of this idiot as craps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-1499265379515521190?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1499265379515521190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=1499265379515521190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1499265379515521190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1499265379515521190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/religions.html' title='Religions'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-1794423248132554008</id><published>2007-06-04T23:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:06:15.259+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graditude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My unlonely boring life'/><title type='text'>Gown Day Part II - The Monash Staffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Food of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt; Butter Garlic Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This entry is about the staffs in Monash Gippsland Campus. You might not know them, but they are somebody to me! They've helped me heaps throughout the time in this campus.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmQX8hUjAWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tgwX0TpzWZg/s1600-h/IMG+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072205408830161250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmQX8hUjAWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tgwX0TpzWZg/s400/IMG+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catherine, chem lab assistant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmQSShUjAVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/R9FMzIIWHRE/s1600-h/P1140273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072199189717516626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmQSShUjAVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/R9FMzIIWHRE/s400/P1140273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Persia Hill, International Student Support manager (I reckon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmQSJxUjAUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J7R6d62CWpk/s1600-h/IMG+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072199039393661250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmQSJxUjAUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J7R6d62CWpk/s400/IMG+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmQR0RUjATI/AAAAAAAAAN0/u-MAev6H0wE/s1600-h/CIMG1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072198670026473778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmQR0RUjATI/AAAAAAAAAN0/u-MAev6H0wE/s400/CIMG1454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Barbie, chemistry lecturer. Barbie got pregnant last sem, so she did not teach me that much, as to Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmQRlhUjASI/AAAAAAAAANs/bw_V6h6DAcM/s1600-h/DSC02444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072198416623403298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmQRlhUjASI/AAAAAAAAANs/bw_V6h6DAcM/s400/DSC02444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mary, lab assistant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmQRYhUjARI/AAAAAAAAANk/MUAkWJLW53o/s1600-h/DSC02455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072198193285103890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmQRYhUjARI/AAAAAAAAANk/MUAkWJLW53o/s400/DSC02455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the receptionist, at the main reception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmQRJBUjAQI/AAAAAAAAANc/y1y-7GGKZ-c/s1600-h/DSC02449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072197926997131522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmQRJBUjAQI/AAAAAAAAANc/y1y-7GGKZ-c/s400/DSC02449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Jenny Mosse (pronounced as Mosa, not mousse), biotech course coordinator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmQQ0hUjAPI/AAAAAAAAANU/e7ZkNer_vNE/s1600-h/DSC02452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072197574809813234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmQQ0hUjAPI/AAAAAAAAANU/e7ZkNer_vNE/s400/DSC02452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bob! Chemistry Lecturer. That day was our lucky day. We thought Bob won't be in the campus that day. But to our surprise, and our luck, he came for work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are heaps more lecturer victim we could not hunt. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kirsten&lt;/span&gt; went back to Germany; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt; went back home early..... (he promised to be there....); &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Alan&lt;/span&gt; had gone wonder about and got lost somewhere; that day &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anita&lt;/span&gt; did not come for work, not her workday; I don't have the time to go to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ASIRC&lt;/span&gt;, to take photo with the colleagues; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;, I reckon he went to Philippines to look for more mossie; I couldn't find &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt; anywhere in the campus; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wendy&lt;/span&gt; had gone for a meeting; and lastly &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eddie&lt;/span&gt; had gone back Malaysia in the beginning of the semester, for good....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS. Are you eager to see my groupie photo? Well you will have to wait. Hehehehe. Patient is a virtue! Those who are not, ignore this idiot. He lost his mind over study. How sad. Hahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-1794423248132554008?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1794423248132554008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=1794423248132554008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1794423248132554008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1794423248132554008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/gown-day-part-ii-monash-staffs.html' title='Gown Day Part II - The Monash Staffs'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmQX8hUjAWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tgwX0TpzWZg/s72-c/IMG+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-363792702766890974</id><published>2007-06-02T12:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:02:35.969+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My unlonely boring life'/><title type='text'>Gown Day Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Food of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt; Belacan Kangkung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of June; The beginning of winter, but the end of my undergraduate. AND my GOWN DAY. Been waiting for that, one semester ago.... Okay, those who are not from Gippy, and got intimated/threaten (kiasu(s))/ etc etc, might not know what is that about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gown Day is the day where international student (only international student), get to wear their graduation gown (not any normal gown) and take heaps of picture everywhere in the campus. Of course they will charge us with the gown. Only $5 for rental of gown, and rather expensive studio price.... Well once in a lifetime, should not be so stingy.&lt;br /&gt;There are heaps more picture I've not get from my Best Ke-Le-Feh (sidekick). Other pictures were posted in my friendster. Just nibbles on these at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmDauRUjAOI/AAAAAAAAANM/49VwitTma3w/s1600-h/P6011095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071293668877598946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmDauRUjAOI/AAAAAAAAANM/49VwitTma3w/s400/P6011095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now I give you the Science Faculty Graduands! Ops, Neema was blocked by the lady in red.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmDadhUjANI/AAAAAAAAANE/aNqvHu46dmw/s1600-h/P6011164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071293381114790098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmDadhUjANI/AAAAAAAAANE/aNqvHu46dmw/s400/P6011164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the places that I rarely go, but feel like taking infront of it. Hhehehehe: The Library, duh. Such a big word stating above us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmDaIhUjAMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3En70H4-UZE/s1600-h/P6011126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071293020337537218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmDaIhUjAMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3En70H4-UZE/s400/P6011126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The science undergraduates; graduands and non-graduands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmDZ1RUjALI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CJhZL2C7vmU/s1600-h/IMG_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071292689625055410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmDZ1RUjALI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CJhZL2C7vmU/s400/IMG_0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The groupie photos, mine will post it separately in the next entry, with proud!!!!!hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmDZcxUjAKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_KCVHoZzHQw/s1600-h/IMG_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071292268718260386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmDZcxUjAKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_KCVHoZzHQw/s400/IMG_0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cant get the best hat throwing picture this sem. Sad....... but if you want the video, can always get it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmDY_RUjAJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WVDeRvyPsWI/s1600-h/IMG+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071291761912119442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmDY_RUjAJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WVDeRvyPsWI/s400/IMG+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In front of the Binishell, which might be demolish next year..... This is the only one standing in Southern Hemisphere. Soon, there will be none. How they built that? It is like building a mask with a balloon. First they pump air into a big big balloon, then they put cement onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmDY0xUjAII/AAAAAAAAAMc/2W2G3SsL6UA/s1600-h/IMG+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071291581523492994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmDY0xUjAII/AAAAAAAAAMc/2W2G3SsL6UA/s400/IMG+037.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;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The End of this Gown Day Part One. See you guys later. With love from this yellow-green riding hood guy. hehehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acknowledgement:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to Lai Peng, Ben, Cynthia, Rona, Mei Ying for the pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Special thanks (there it goes) to: everyone who attend to my groupie photos. Will post it soon. Then I will list down your name. Be patient&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was reading one of my high-schoolmates blog, and he was talking about Amsterdam; where all they did is eating space cake/magic cake and smoke joints and the ever famous red district. Sound like a good life to me. But I won't do thaose stuffs, thanksfully. I rather go for mud cakes and non-smoking restaurants. hehehehehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-363792702766890974?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/363792702766890974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=363792702766890974&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/363792702766890974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/363792702766890974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/gown-day-part-i.html' title='Gown Day Part I'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RmDauRUjAOI/AAAAAAAAANM/49VwitTma3w/s72-c/P6011095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-3902021006695357896</id><published>2007-05-28T22:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:48:11.335+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trivia'/><title type='text'>Cherish</title><content type='html'>I posted this question long long time ago. But it was in my old blog. Okay, I am not going to whine much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"If you are on a plane, going somewhere, don't really care about the destiny. But then, suddenly the engine of the plane that you are in broke down. It is going to crash into the emptyness. There is no way you can survive this crash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just before the crash, you are given one (and only one) call to anyone. Who ARE you going call? and What are you going to say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short entry. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; please comment on this &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not into my crapbox)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-3902021006695357896?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3902021006695357896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=3902021006695357896&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3902021006695357896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3902021006695357896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/cherish.html' title='Cherish'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-1953870111141485798</id><published>2007-05-22T15:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:48:32.329+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My unlonely boring life'/><title type='text'>Wilson Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Food of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt; Bulgolgi (Korean BBQ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before I start talking about Wilson Prom, I want to thank Xin, my housemate, for treating me not one, but two meat dumpling!!!!! Please refer to the Food of the Day in Pai Kah the entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Wilson Prom. It is a well known national park in Victoria, and believe me, it has the most beautiful sea and sunset ever!!!! Okay, maybe Grampian's sunset is nice as well, but that is totally different spot. One is sunset into the ranges, another is into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is Wilson Prom? Look at the map, if it bring any bell.... The whole peninsula is Wilson Prom, judging out of the Victoria land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RlKGhxUjAHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zDaMaAT4mPI/s1600-h/Wilson"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067260445478551666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RlKGhxUjAHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zDaMaAT4mPI/s400/Wilson%2527s-Prom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh man, I am lazy to tell grandmother story.... Just look it yourselves, if you dont believe me that it is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RlKF7xUjAGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/x-_QigCT0Og/s1600-h/IMG+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067259792643522658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RlKF7xUjAGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/x-_QigCT0Og/s400/IMG+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the beyond! Pay attention to the sign as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RlKFzRUjAFI/AAAAAAAAAME/HIRYl3WIBFo/s1600-h/IMG+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067259646614634578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RlKFzRUjAFI/AAAAAAAAAME/HIRYl3WIBFo/s400/IMG+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you see the war between the merciless sand souls and the water wave angry soul? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Between the couple and the two persons near the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RlKFhhUjAEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/35aPIypI_Kg/s1600-h/IMG+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067259341671956546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RlKFhhUjAEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/35aPIypI_Kg/s400/IMG+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Squeaky Beach! Beach so white, it squeaks!!!!! squeak squeak. Cant you hear that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RlKFMxUjADI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rgjWETuyk10/s1600-h/IMG+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067258985189670962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RlKFMxUjADI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rgjWETuyk10/s400/IMG+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Intimated by the angry wave!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RlKE-xUjACI/AAAAAAAAALs/qn2-fdL4qQY/s1600-h/IMG+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067258744671502370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RlKE-xUjACI/AAAAAAAAALs/qn2-fdL4qQY/s400/IMG+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Welcome to the Ku Klax Klan. So that cold....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RlKExBUjABI/AAAAAAAAALk/135vuwvM3PE/s1600-h/IMG+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067258508448301074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RlKExBUjABI/AAAAAAAAALk/135vuwvM3PE/s400/IMG+144.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;br /&gt;Walking towards the beams. Too bad the clouds blocked the sunset later-on....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-1953870111141485798?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1953870111141485798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=1953870111141485798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1953870111141485798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1953870111141485798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/wilson-prom.html' title='Wilson Prom'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RlKGhxUjAHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zDaMaAT4mPI/s72-c/Wilson%2527s-Prom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-3504824970292253944</id><published>2007-05-19T23:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T11:03:07.877+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My lonely boring life'/><title type='text'>Ghost Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Food of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Belacan&lt;/span&gt; Fried Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is this time of the year. The time where I become a floating soul; floating around the house, and around the campus. What time is this? One may ask. Okay, this is the time where final exam is nearing, and I still have heaps of assignments and reports to hand in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every semester, I will have this syndrome, called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Exam Syndrome. What are the symptoms of this syndrome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Exam Syndrome symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dark&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; eye bags&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Messy hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometime pimples-full-skin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May have the tendency to daydream heaps; especially to some nice places which that patient has planned, while having this syndrome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May be short-tempered, because the notes-memorising activity has used up most of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;patient's&lt;/span&gt; temper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Might have a stress-looking face, and a black aura around that patient. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scarrrryy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have the floating ability, with some cloud-look-alike-thingy around the patient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other subtle to obvious symptoms might deviate from other people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, this semester is my last semester for my undergraduate degree!!!!Hopefully I can graduate this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;, and continue with my Honours. Why am I qualified to have this syndrome? Okay, I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; eye bags, with slightly messy hair, and I have some pimples, and I can really float around the house! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is only 12am, but I am already knackered. Thanks to the early morning-wake-up-to-study-stupid-routine..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, I am very psyche about my trip to Sydney!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! See what I meant now? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-3504824970292253944?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3504824970292253944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=3504824970292253944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3504824970292253944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3504824970292253944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/ghost-festival.html' title='Ghost Festival'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-3915183494530161291</id><published>2007-05-11T13:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T13:22:39.194+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><title type='text'>Pai-Kah (敗家)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Food of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt; Bak Chang/ Yuk Chung (Meat Dumpling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this entry is about Pai-Kah. This noun is a word derived from Cantonese to describe people who are spendthrift, not of their own money. If it is in the dictionary, it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paikah [pä-ahy.kahr]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- noun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. A spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;2. A person who spends his/her parent's money without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;3. The person (only need one) to make the whole family goes bankcrupt.&lt;br /&gt;4. The influence that had gone to the poor people as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paikah Chai/pä-ahy.kahr.chī/A person (male) who spend his parent's money without thinking&lt;br /&gt;Paikah Lui/ pä-ahy.kahr.loo-ee/ A person (female) who spend her parent's money without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, paikah influence, or for short paikah-ism, has spread to every kid in the house, rich poor families could not run away from that. In the feudal century in China, family with paikahs means that they are damn rich, and the paikah chai or paikah lui will definitely finish the family's hard earned money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this century, everything you do need money. Everyone is paikah. When you wanted to go out for dinner with normal friends, you spent like $20-$30 per meals. You won't want to squat at the road side to eat durians anymore, which cost you RM3-4 per durians. Ps. I have no idea what is the price, cause I don't eat durian: they smell awesome, but the texture is not my favourite. When you go out for shopping, who would want to go buy a cheap clothes from market, printed with lousy simbols etc. I definitely like to buy something nice, regardless the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, being influenced by the public, graduants will definitely go for graduation trips. That trip alone, might cause half the price of a honeymoon, but the graduants are only a not-yet-employed, so-called-unemployed-people. Leeching parent's money to go for expensive places and spend the fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who spend more than A$25k per year for tuition fees could not be regarded as paikah. But to those whose their parent spend this same fortune, but you still play a fool and fail at least 2 units per semester, is the worst off all.... Units that needed to be retake cost the same price a normal units, if not more.... Don't make me start on flight tickets....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I admit I am one of the paikah chai. Although I work my ass off sometime, the amount I spent is definitely more than the job wages I had. Hahahahaha..... Totally different from my sister who is an independent person, and do not need any money from my parent. Salute and envy with her. Hehehehhee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-3915183494530161291?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3915183494530161291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=3915183494530161291&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3915183494530161291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/3915183494530161291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/pai-kah.html' title='Pai-Kah (敗家)'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-8350092336261875346</id><published>2007-05-07T16:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T17:35:17.809+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graditude'/><title type='text'>Live your life to the fullest (The Entry)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Food of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt; Not in the mood to think such thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rj7GS6XcuOI/AAAAAAAAALc/pB1MRKWHKTs/s1600-h/Candle_by_SIVKOFF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061701059418568930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rj7GS6XcuOI/AAAAAAAAALc/pB1MRKWHKTs/s400/Candle_by_SIVKOFF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have post this entry long time ago. But everytime when I planned to write entry for this blog, I tends to forget about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Virginia Tech's shooting has passed so many days, now only I started writing about it. But another major event reminds me about writing this one. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so fragile, one minute you might be thinking how bad is your life, and another minute you might be dead. Shot by some unknown. Or you might be 'hitting mossie' (means you have nothing to do), and without you knowing it, some dengue mossie bite you and you are dead meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Virgina Tech's people for example. For Chris (One of the victims whom I took in random, no specific reason), it might be just another day of lectures for him. He went to class early in the morning, feeling sleepy. Sat in the engineering class that is drop-dead boring, and started 'fishing' in the lecture hall. He might be so sleepy that he can't even hear the shooting going on outside, somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUDDENLY&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;someone came into the lecture hall, before he knows it, Chris is shot &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"bang",&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad huh........... So, please cherish your life. No matter how suck they become, it is better than those without one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rj7FvKXcuNI/AAAAAAAAALU/Ygmf3CD4sBU/s1600-h/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061700445238245586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rj7FvKXcuNI/AAAAAAAAALU/Ygmf3CD4sBU/s400/candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-8350092336261875346?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8350092336261875346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=8350092336261875346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8350092336261875346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8350092336261875346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/live-your-life-to-fullest-entry.html' title='Live your life to the fullest (The Entry)'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/Rj7GS6XcuOI/AAAAAAAAALc/pB1MRKWHKTs/s72-c/Candle_by_SIVKOFF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-630874941337467522</id><published>2007-05-02T16:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:20:21.267+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Food of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt; Economy Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I was jumping with joy when I knew that the Malay dance (Zapin) is cancelled! I do not need make myself ashame by shaking shoulders like Bollywood's actors! Although I am a malaysian, I am not a Malay. The last time I was forced to dance such dances is when I still a stupid primary schooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days, I am in heaps of stress, with studies and other useless stuffs. When most of my friends who came across me, they will mention how tired I looked..... If you are concern about my life, you might wonder what happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, first thing first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like letting this out of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;There is this idiot who can't seems to let go of his position. He thought he is so damn bloody awesome that everyone need to befriend with him.... He thought when he took up the president post in the club, he did nothing wrong. Now, after handing down his precious post to me, he thought he can bring me down. WHF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who handed the post to me.... I was not fighting my ass for that. I don't even want that post...... Then he is using all the bad tricks, why is he so damn fucking coward that he don't come and talk to me face to face.&lt;em&gt; Why you need to go tell people around me that I am not doing a good job? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont understand. I never liked him anyway. Forced to be his housemate, and listen to him gossipping.... What does conversation to him means? It means he had all the conversation while whole group of people listening with gasping mouth.... How sissy is that? Get a life, and maybe a pair of ear. People are scared of him, he can't seems to stop talking. Like chicken ass, won't stop moving.....Everyone know how god-damn good are you, you don't need to show off anymore. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Bousse to liki, farlour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is slight stress for my studies. This semester is my last semester. I need to get good grades so that I could continue with my Honours.... I can't even fail. Why? Monash Gippsland only offer one unit per semester. So if I were to fail *touch wood*, I need to wait for another year to wear the graduation gown......... I am touching the table (made of wood) so hard now. Hahaha. Then there is stress on getting scholarship for honours..... I am not a clever person. I am not a full scholarship student. Suddenly there is this pressure onto me to get a scholarship, not even a full one, is slightly too much. Lucky there is no such thing as full scholarship for honours in Monash. If so, I will died in a crawling posture (don't know why I like to put the posture.... hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get back the touch of my life. I need my life back. But not now, not yet. Now all I need to do is to endure for June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You might know the person I was fucking about, go tell him. I don't give a damn. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Piss a moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-630874941337467522?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/630874941337467522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=630874941337467522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/630874941337467522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/630874941337467522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-1787676365634002113</id><published>2007-04-27T16:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T17:02:13.980+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>All in One</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Food of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt; Ookyo (some Hokkien desserts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been awhile seen I upload an entry into this blog. Why?&lt;br /&gt;I am sick..... If some of you even bother caring.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the cows across the road from my house are all in heat.... Moo-ing moo-ing moo-ing and moo-ing like crazy..... Or maybe it is this time around where people forcefully squeeze their precious juice which suppose to be given to their offspring, instead being drank by bunch of aliens (in their Moo-ing mind). Tried my best to shut off their Moo-ing, by playing &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHE.R.RY by YUI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loudly in my room and have a sing-a-long session. But all these proven to be in vain. hahaha. Shut the window? Yes. Why haven't thought of that in the beginning?......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to put new stuffs into my entry. Every entry will have this Food of the Day sign, which said what food I am thinking while writing the entry. It will consisted of mostly Penang's foods. Sorrie. Other people put some useless stuffs like &lt;strong&gt;Emotions,&lt;/strong&gt; etc etc. No use. Some readers just don't give a damn how you feel. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, I was kinda disappointed, with the rate of people replying you. When you are asking favour from them. I have this assignment which need me to write a safety audit for a laboratory outside my university. It should be a good experience, until everytime I call the OH&amp;S people, they will bring me to a leave-a-message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hi I am XXX, and I am currently unavailable. Please leave a message and your contact details. I will get back to you as fast as possible. Thanks. Tuuuuuuuuuuuu (in very high tone...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is my bad English, or their fault. None of them have yet return my calls.... One possible, I tend to mumble a lot, and speak something wrongly when I am speaking on the voicemail.... Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XXX sexy voicemail's voice:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi, I am XXX, and I am currently unavailable. Please leave a message and your contact details. I will get back to you soon. Thanks. Tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi, this is Lex from Monash Malaysia. (&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the hell? Monash Malaysia? Monash Gippsland, mate, wake up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Erm, sorry Monash Gippsland. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;feeling a bit awkward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). I am doing this unit that require me to write a risk assessment for a laboratory outside my campus (&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;awkward; I forgot to say 'I am a student'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). So I am wondering whether is that possible that I have a visit to your labs? ( &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;completely hopeless, wishing I could finish talking to the emptiness in the opposite line......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.) My number is yada yada yada.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely hopeless in leaving a voicemail..... HOPELESS&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I am just so lucky that I manage to caught an OH&amp;S Manager after 5 times of calling which span around 2 weeks time. She did agree with me visiting her Reproductive Laboratory. But she need to ask the Lab Supervisor first. But she have yet call me back to confirm the time.... She promised........ Anyway, I have another good soul, helped me to SDS Environmental Service, visit to microbiology lab! This one, I called and the manager picked up!!! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hurrah!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was jumping up and down!!! Went to the next room and tell Yannick, for no reason at all. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am still coughing my heart out.... Need to do 2 performances for the Culture Nite, which is coming in 2 weeks time. The first performance is a Malay dance....... I was being forced to participate...... another one is on my own will, duet with Sookie, with Nicholas the guitarist. Will tell you people about that soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. this entry is called All in One, not the song All in One. It means I put all the craps into one entry. Just too lazy to put into separate entries.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-1787676365634002113?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1787676365634002113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=1787676365634002113&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1787676365634002113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/1787676365634002113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-in-one.html' title='All in One'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-8717994284130010057</id><published>2007-04-22T23:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:43:42.325+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><title type='text'>Fire Hazardz</title><content type='html'>Since Vivz wanted to know what had happened to that incident last week, I shall write it over this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you people are back from holiday last week, and actually went for class, you might see heaps of fire trucks and ambulance over the Gippsland Campus Main Reception. Well this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, early in the morning, we had lab block which started from 9am to late in the evening of 6 pm. What is a lab block?&lt;br /&gt;I am a science student, and what makes science student lost their life? Labs. Yes, we need to attend laboratory session every week, and carry out experiments regarding to our units. What is a lab block then? It is laboratory session which comprised of 1 week time, maybe lesser, and they the whole day, normally 9 am to 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on thursday we have Bioactive Chemistry Lab Block, which involved in extracting organic proteins from materials. Okay back to the incident. On that day, we need to carry out 2 experiments at the same time. Extracting terpenes (something for you to find out, if you are interested, and have the hell of the free time) and setting up for the next experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While setting up the next experiment, &lt;em&gt;I've not done the extracting terpenes yet&lt;/em&gt;, we suddenly heard Micheal shouting loudly from the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, Ahhhhh, Ahhhhh,......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came over our side whole shouting and I saw his lab coat was on fire! Quickly he put the fire on his lab coat off. Amazed, I looked over his table, and I saw huge fire over the side of fumehood..... The fire was so fierce I could see Royce was stunt because of it. I was stunted as well.....But the fire was out after awhile, luckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a minute, we, only science faculty,  need to be evacuate from the lab. Standing outside the assembly point for 1 hour, before heading to cafeteria for a free drinks! Waiting for the firemen to do something with that chemical spills and others just stand there for some huha. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micheal's was slightly burned and was sent to the hospital. Luckily he was wearing safety goggle, if not, the flame will get onto his eyes.... Then it got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if this thing happen in Monash Malaysia Campus? What will happen. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS. The following thought was my prejudice thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this thing happen to Monash Malaysia, the whole campus is needed to be evacuated, because the laboratories are underground, and the whole campus was onto of the laboratories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micheal, if he studied in Monash Malaysia, will be damaged severely. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don't use safety goggle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don't normally perform experiments in the fumehood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe the whole campus will be ignited because the Malaysian fire department are inefficient.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Micheal will not be send to hospital right away. Just left him sitting around the corridors.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why all these things might happen? Because the Malaysian are simply not prepared for these things to happen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-8717994284130010057?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8717994284130010057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=8717994284130010057&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8717994284130010057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/8717994284130010057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/fire-hazardz.html' title='Fire Hazardz'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-6853863663636191272</id><published>2007-04-16T00:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T01:44:35.121+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graditude'/><title type='text'>The City is alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RiI-WSCGkRI/AAAAAAAAALM/cdE6TfFgDiA/s1600-h/1905598-Street_performer-Melbourne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053670284381819154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RiI-WSCGkRI/AAAAAAAAALM/cdE6TfFgDiA/s400/1905598-Street_performer-Melbourne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most respected person in Melbourne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CBD&lt;/span&gt;, non-stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hulahoop&lt;/span&gt; for days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up, and you look out of your window, what do you see and hear? If you are staying in the city, what do you see and hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smokes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People opening the department stores?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noises from traffic jams?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From these, do you think that the city is alive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city is not alive by these noises and these craps.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the street performers who make the city (any city)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring music into the city, instead of some kind of music from the department stores, they bring laughter to the city, they bring people to attention, and the most important thing is &lt;strong&gt;they bring LIVE to the city&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I went down to Melbourne, I see people performing at every corner of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CBD&lt;/span&gt; (Central Business District). People with expensive guitars and stands. People that look like they slept at a trash corner somewhere. People who have decent looks playing on drum that is made of tins and basket. Kids playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;X'mas&lt;/span&gt; songs with their electrical organ, saxophones. People from all different races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are their purpose. You might ask.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of them have different purpose. So are everyone on this lonely earth. Some of them are chasing their dreams in performing related business. Some of them are doing it so that they won't have stage-fright. Some of them have only one purpose. To earn a decent money, without breaking the law. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, being my naive self, always think that money is easy to earn. Maybe I've not in such situation where I have to scrape the bottom of the barrel. But, &lt;em&gt;there is always but&lt;/em&gt;, I got kick back to reality for this moment after watching The Pursuit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Happyness&lt;/span&gt;. This movie tells us about how bad can your luck be. Some people need money so desperately, that they hold dear to their 5 dollars like it is 1,000 bucks. These people on the street, some of them just want to earn so decent money. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They do not give up no matter how deep they fell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Like the most famous person in Melbourne, not John So the Melbourne Mayor; the Asian guy doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hulla&lt;/span&gt; hoop for days without stopping for meals. Yes, he is the guy above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen him, standing with his own leg, and have a meal before. Most of the time, when I am in the city, I will see him performing along Bourke Street or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Swanston&lt;/span&gt; Street. He is that good, and determined to earn enough money for him to eat his dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got tired of window shopping around city, the place you can find me is around Bourke Street Mall. I'll just sit there and see people perform. Aussie guy playing Chinese instruments; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aussie&lt;/span&gt; guy blowing didgeridoo; bands playing in front of Myers Department Store; etc etc. They help me to kill some times before I heading back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Spotwoods&lt;/span&gt;, my aunt place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RiI-SiCGkQI/AAAAAAAAALE/5VB_OW9pgLM/s1600-h/207092680_f7fb57daa8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053670219957309698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RiI-SiCGkQI/AAAAAAAAALE/5VB_OW9pgLM/s400/207092680_f7fb57daa8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band performing at Bourke Street Mall, possibly outside Myers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always pay them some money, coins every time I passed by. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND I URGE you people to do the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We should appreciate such people. Without them, city would not be so alive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. It is ashame that Asian cities just don't have such things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.SS. Next time I am going to talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;graffiti&lt;/span&gt;. That I'll leave for next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986970-6853863663636191272?l=livesyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6853863663636191272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986970&amp;postID=6853863663636191272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6853863663636191272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986970/posts/default/6853863663636191272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/city-is-alive.html' title='The City is alive!'/><author><name>Leon-G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835258413571452875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/734/3884/1600/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RiI-WSCGkRI/AAAAAAAAALM/cdE6TfFgDiA/s72-c/1905598-Street_performer-Melbourne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986970.post-4147524124796875033</id><published>2007-04-11T17:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:11:45.060+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><title type='text'>Metrosexual Blokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RhywgyCGkOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QxfI0dI0NNo/s1600-h/my+suit+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052106959235748066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4PaRIqWDqyA/RhywgyCGkOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QxfI0dI0NNo/s400/my+suit+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seen my lab block finished earlier, I shall write more craps onto my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you people might notice these days are guys are becoming more metrosexual orientated. What is metrosexual, one may ask. Metrosexual meant guys who take good care of themselves, with expensive products which gals normally will use. Let's start from top to toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hair&lt;/span&gt; - Nowadays guys only spend 20 bucks and above on their haircut. Unlike the golden days, where a normal bloke will only go for 5 bucks cut (P.S. by the Indian barber). Any salon shop with the name Barber, are doomed to be bankcrupt except they are in rural area. I don't understand what really happen to the Aussie salon, they really sucks.... The way they cut our hair really make me regretting everytime I ever come out of the Aussie salon. So I've decided to go Asian stylish salon instead! About hairdo, Asian are definitely better. The hair colour might not be their natural hair colour, with all the highlighting and dyes. Some guys will even go to the extreme, curl perm (&gt;.&gt;) or straight perm their hair! Every morning, they need to be blow dried, style with matt gum/ matt wax then followed by hairspray to keep the style throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Face&lt;/span&gt; - These days, there are all kind of facial washing for Men. L'oreal for Men, Nivea for Men, Clinique for Men, etc etc.. Before such trend are conformed, guys just wash their face with normal soap. Which my dad still do.... Bloke
