<?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-70734171028348710</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:30:17.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because He Lives</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-1489763166424815418</id><published>2010-09-12T05:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T05:37:25.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This year~</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I last blog.. Sorry bout that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a rough update. I'm currently working in Finisar Ipoh. Kinda like my work now. Still slowly learning things which I use to dislike (programming) which now doesn't seems that bad. I'm so liking the church in Ipoh as well and started involving in the worship team too, and I like the circle of friends I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just finish a week vacation back in Sarawak after 9months not going back to Bintulu. It was pretty fruitful in the sense, I get to travel to many places and meet my family members (mom and sis in Kuching), superb fellowship with my dad, plus serving as a guitarist in an Iban conference (gempuru besai) in Sri Aman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, my dad and I drove all the way to the end of Sarawak which is about &lt;600km to meet my sis and mom and have a birthday party for grandma; 200km from kuching to Sri Aman for Iban conference, den another &lt;400km back to Bintulu. So yah.. almost traveled the whole Sarawak within a week (except the northen part) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've leave home back to Ipoh, I started to miss my family again but at the same time, I'm excited to go back to work to finish my pending tasks. "Back to the real world" Haha. Like what my dad said, children will have to leave home one day to learn about the life. When they are seperated from the family, many other values they will learn themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, I'm so also gonna miss Sarawak food. Mee kolok, kueh chap, our childhood chicken rice, dim ping hu, zao chai, sea cucumber soup, milin, and most of all sarawak laksa and mom's cook. I'm looking forward to my next trip back home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all, I would like to request for your prayers for my beloved sister Joanne. She is having infection on her ear. next saturday she will undergo an operation to remove the infected part. Please pray that the infected will shrink alot so that by this saturday, she will only need to operate that little infected part. Also pray that the operation will not leave any scars. Thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all for now.. I'll try to update this blog more often liao.. Hehe.. Cheers all.. God bless. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-1489763166424815418?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/1489763166424815418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/1489763166424815418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/1489763166424815418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-year.html' title='This year~'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-4948177149925697915</id><published>2009-12-26T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T08:13:19.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected journey~!</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my 2nd day in my uncle house. My uncle family are in Kuching leaving me alone in this house. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a nice friend from Miri who is having his internship in Finisar. This weekend, I decided to bring him around since he doesn't have any transportation. From going to church, shopping and even eating good food. Today was abit unusual. I asked him out for lunch and we had an expensive, Ipoh famous chicken rice for lunch in Ipoh town. I forgot the shop's name though. Sorry :) Then I drive him around to see the Ipoh town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After driving around and me being a Sarawakian Ipoh tour guide, I am on the road back to his house :) He is staying at Klebang Jaya, just opposite Finisar. It was still early and I don't know where to bring him already. So, I suggested to go to Sungai Siput (further down) since I never been there before. So off we go. We reached Sg. Siput and drive through some housing estate and the time was still early again. Nothing much to see. Haha. So, I suggested to go to the royal town of Perak, Kuala Kangsar (KK). So off we go again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures I took. Sorry for the poor pictures because I use my hand phone camera to take. It was an unplanned trip thats why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYl1f18eaI/AAAAAAAAAME/KShGRK21d2k/s1600-h/450px-KualaKangsarClockTower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYl1f18eaI/AAAAAAAAAME/KShGRK21d2k/s400/450px-KualaKangsarClockTower.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419560802598025634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the big clock. Its in Kuala Kangsar center. Basically, Kuala Kangsar town have 2 main roundabout which is then divided to different parts of KK which are then link back to the other junction of the roundabout. And there are always full of cars. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYuFVl1r_I/AAAAAAAAANk/a8SSeRWi10k/s1600-h/26122009(021).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYuFVl1r_I/AAAAAAAAANk/a8SSeRWi10k/s400/26122009(021).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419569870817046514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Kuala Kangsar town. To my surprise, there is traffic jam in places like KK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend, Leong, he contacted his friend regarding where to go and visit, where is interesting and nice to see in Kuala Kangsar. This is the first place we go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYmz8Pt5fI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6NRnJYHYrwc/s1600-h/26122009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYmz8Pt5fI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6NRnJYHYrwc/s400/26122009(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419561875374204402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYmSr0hrPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6fzt7pjh0e4/s1600-h/26122009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYmSr0hrPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6fzt7pjh0e4/s400/26122009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419561304029506802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sultan Azlan Shah gallery. We reach there at 445pm and unlucky enough, the muzuem closed at 430. =.=  So, we only snap a few pictures from the outside. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then go to our next destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYmGSwzpbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/gO4gxuDW1Nk/s1600-h/800px-UbudiahMosque.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYmGSwzpbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/gO4gxuDW1Nk/s400/800px-UbudiahMosque.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419561091144590770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ubudiah Mosque. It looks pretty grand and it is one of the most beautiful mosque in Malaysia according to wikipedia :D So, my friend and I went in and have a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYqjVaIhCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ksDNvF3HAcc/s1600-h/26122009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYqjVaIhCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ksDNvF3HAcc/s400/26122009(004).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419565988117513250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYqiyfPTII/AAAAAAAAAMk/yAKexBcEqwI/s1600-h/26122009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYqiyfPTII/AAAAAAAAAMk/yAKexBcEqwI/s400/26122009(003).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419565978743688322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from the parking area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we continued our journey to the Istana Iskandariah. There is a road circle-ing the palace. The palace are not accessible to outsider. So, we took a slow drive around the palace and park at one area for some pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYr6sdZPmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3yEp4SkJtpY/s1600-h/26122009(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYr6sdZPmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3yEp4SkJtpY/s400/26122009(009).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419567488953826914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYr6QC5MdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/etfDBhSc_2w/s1600-h/26122009(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYr6QC5MdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/etfDBhSc_2w/s400/26122009(008).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419567481326481874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friend, Leong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out, I saw another junction. I was curious so I turned in to see anything to see. Thus, we reached the Muzium Diraja Perak (Royal Perak Muzuem). Some call it Istana Kenangan (Memorial Palace). Like I've mentioned, we reach KK quite late so its closed for visitors. So we took some pictures from outside. It looks pretty grand too. This palace is unique compare to other palace because it is the only palace in Malaysia build without nails and woven bamboo walls. Its a muzuem now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYtZYFSYxI/AAAAAAAAANc/FCc3esAuJTM/s1600-h/26122009(014).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYtZYFSYxI/AAAAAAAAANc/FCc3esAuJTM/s400/26122009(014).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419569115571577618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYs4mbaZdI/AAAAAAAAANU/Thd8Sx9Fbv8/s1600-h/26122009(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYs4mbaZdI/AAAAAAAAANU/Thd8Sx9Fbv8/s400/26122009(012).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419568552486790610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, there are 3 couples taking pictures there. Couple as in just married :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYs4LsNH7I/AAAAAAAAANM/60GAkNjMEuc/s1600-h/26122009(017).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYs4LsNH7I/AAAAAAAAANM/60GAkNjMEuc/s400/26122009(017).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419568545309466546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYs3tHBllI/AAAAAAAAANE/dwuO1hEqTcM/s1600-h/26122009(020).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYs3tHBllI/AAAAAAAAANE/dwuO1hEqTcM/s400/26122009(020).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419568537100457554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leong's friend mentioned of a famous laksa in KK. Called "Pak Ngah". So off we go hunting it. After seeking for some direction from a few people, we reached there. Apparently we asked a few people and they all know about this "Pak Ngah" laksa. So, I guess it must be pretty famous there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYuugoMrxI/AAAAAAAAANs/q5pkCRe9Big/s1600-h/26122009(023).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYuugoMrxI/AAAAAAAAANs/q5pkCRe9Big/s400/26122009(023).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419570578154368786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a small road next to a school. Really small road. Like entering a kampung. But at the end of the road, many cars were there. Haha. Here is how the shop look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYuu4F6cAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/U3WIFZ6kpnw/s1600-h/26122009(024).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYuu4F6cAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/U3WIFZ6kpnw/s400/26122009(024).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419570584453017602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the bowl of laksa. Quite nice I must say but still can't compare a single bit to Sarawak laksa. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful day we had just too bad we didn't go earlier. Else we can visit the muzuem. Anyways, there are few place that we didn't visit such as The First &amp; Oldest Rubber tree planted in the country and labu sayong - a traditional earthenware container. Haha. Maybe next time or when la. :D That's all from me. God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-4948177149925697915?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/4948177149925697915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/12/unexpected-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/4948177149925697915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/4948177149925697915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/12/unexpected-journey.html' title='Unexpected journey~!'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SzYl1f18eaI/AAAAAAAAAME/KShGRK21d2k/s72-c/450px-KualaKangsarClockTower.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-7642126743137523542</id><published>2009-12-21T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T04:49:13.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas plan gone ruin~</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just back from searching for bus ticket to Penang on this Thursday night at Medan Gopeng. Before this, I was undecided whether to go or not. Apparently, all 15 to 20 ticketing stalls in Medan Gopeng tickets are fully booked. Huhu. Imagine all the stalls only send out 1 bus. So 20 buses. Say 30 people per bus, means 600 people are going to Penang on that night from Ipoh alone. Haven't counted people who are driving. Plus people from other places. Haha. I pray that Penang don't sink this Christmas. Haha. Jk jk. Anyway, I think I just stay back celebrate Christmas in COP and hopefully meet up with Teik Hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, finally I got a task to do at work today. Sorting up information using excel. Alot to do. According to my colleague who is 2 months senior than me, said, in the beginning, this is the tasks they will give, and slowly get more and more difficult. Haha. Thats all for now. God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-7642126743137523542?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/7642126743137523542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-plan-gone-ruin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/7642126743137523542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/7642126743137523542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-plan-gone-ruin.html' title='Christmas plan gone ruin~'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-2789427746656400467</id><published>2009-12-17T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T05:19:26.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week of work~</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is officially the final day of my first week of work. If you all noticed, the coming 3 weeks, we will have all 3 Friday holidays. This week, awal muharam (if not mistaken), next week Christmas (maybe my company is giving 2 days hols, heard some people mentioning it), and the following Friday (2010 new year). Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my first day of work was ok. First 3 days were mostly briefing. Briefing about policy, safety, person to contact, procedure etc etc. Very tiring trying to hold myself from not sleeping. At the end of Wed briefing, got test some more. I hope I can pass lar... Must get 80/100 ler. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is my first job, I'm quite stressed up thinking all the what if question. What if I can't cope with my job? What if I can't perform? What if they expect so much more from me? What if this what if that really made me worried about it. But during this past two weeks bible reading (quiet time), God reminds me and telling me of many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, in James 1:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I should ask wisdom from Him when I'm in need like how king Solomon did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Psalms 119:105&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Your word is a lamp to my feet &amp; a light to my path"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God reminds me that I have to read His unchanging word and it will be the path for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in Pastor Clement's sermon, Deuteronomy 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Seek first the kingdom of God, and blessing will chase after you. We don't chase after blessing like how most people in the world does."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more too. These are the few that really struck me. So, I will do my best here in Ipoh for God's glory. Do commit me in prayer ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now lets talk about non holy stuff. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SyolJ-T-c6I/AAAAAAAAALw/XXRZLhYEFJA/s1600-h/DSC08189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SyolJ-T-c6I/AAAAAAAAALw/XXRZLhYEFJA/s400/DSC08189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416182355142276002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my desk at work. I have a powerful comp and a cubical for myself. But soon, this will be the location of my stress. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Syojubr85JI/AAAAAAAAALo/4uhGYpvhssI/s1600-h/DSC08188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Syojubr85JI/AAAAAAAAALo/4uhGYpvhssI/s400/DSC08188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416180782479500434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Swet Ping. Sitting behind me only. A wonderful colleague. She is a week senior than me. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, only two pics. Haha. I forgot to bring to the canteen to take some pics. Maybe if I have opportunity in future. Haha. For this first week in Ipoh, guess what I enjoyed most? Haha. Is this...&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SyomKwLac7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/Xwk1mgUHDaQ/s1600-h/DSC08192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SyomKwLac7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/Xwk1mgUHDaQ/s400/DSC08192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416183468039762866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A king size bed in Excelsior hotel. I'm so gonna miss it next week. When I get to own a house, I will get a bed, big bed for myself. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thats all from me now. Happy holidays. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-2789427746656400467?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/2789427746656400467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-week-of-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/2789427746656400467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/2789427746656400467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-week-of-work.html' title='First week of work~'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SyolJ-T-c6I/AAAAAAAAALw/XXRZLhYEFJA/s72-c/DSC08189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-8564295519344383720</id><published>2009-12-12T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T06:31:06.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crying~</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad just left me for Singapore. This mixed feeling inside me make me feel so weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After back from sending my dad, I flashed back all the activities that I had with my dad for the past week and in fact, it shows how much my dad loves me and cares for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, he is the boss, he decides what to eat, what to do etc etc. These past week, I'm like the king of the world. Back in KL, he drives me around, bring me to eat, buy new clothes for me, take care of me when I'm sick, make sure I eat my medicine, make sure there is enough water for me etc. Ya, he too pat me very often and say he will miss me. Its not just king, its more than king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ipoh, I am like a king too. He drives me around. And bought me alot of things. To him, these are the last few only things that he can give me before leaving me with my new job in Ipoh. All my basic needs from hanger, detergen, pail to even my internet connection is taken care of. And again, he often mentioned how much he would miss me. He is happy with me getting a job here in Ipoh but the feeling of leaving me behind wasn't easy for him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To any human being, I feel what a person need most in his/her life is nothing but love. Like what God said in 1 Corinthians 13, if we have such great faith that can move mountains but without love, it is nothing. I feel so loved by my dad that I feel so reluctant to leave him physically. After 5 months of pampering at home, to leave him and also my family of course, wasn't easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe most people will say, life goes on, and I just gonna do my best to make him proud and I will always remember how much he had done for me to the end of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the poor structure of this blog. What I thought, I just type, no recheck and all. All based on feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-8564295519344383720?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/8564295519344383720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/12/crying.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/8564295519344383720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/8564295519344383720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/12/crying.html' title='crying~'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-65814107762607571</id><published>2009-12-10T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:52:04.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Ipoh~</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a morning of drive on the highway, we reached Ipoh safely. Thank God for that. I on my laptop to check for available wi-fi connection. I was so happy to see there are so many connections available compare to PERMATA but the thing is, non are connect-able. So, back to square one, connect using my handphone. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in Excelsior, the room seems to be quite nice. Gonna stay here for 2 weeks. Awesome. Haha. Thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm fever and sorethroat free dy. Cheers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-65814107762607571?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/65814107762607571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-ipoh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/65814107762607571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/65814107762607571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-ipoh.html' title='In Ipoh~'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-3407175656947930716</id><published>2009-12-10T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:42:30.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERMATA trip~</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in KL. Not exactly KL. I'm in PERMATA with my dad. He has a course here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to PERMATA was really a testimony. On the 8th December, both my father and I, reached KLIA and we took a taxi to pick up our car from the cargo. After an hour plus in the taxi, we finally reach our destination. We reached at 550pm. Guess what, their working hour is till 6pm. Praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off we go to PERMATA. My dad said drive towards Putrajaya, and then towards Bangi. We all ended up reaching Bangi instead of PERMATA. Lol. We all dropped by a chinese operated sundry shop. The guy there was friendly, he told us the way. After dinner, off we go according to his direction. His directions were so clear in my head. Every single words he said I tried to remember and try to picture it. "I don't want to get lost again," I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God, we reach at 850pm. And once again guess what, the working hour for the people working at the "check in" counter is 9pm. So, happily we check in. And the room was much better than I expected. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy because I am able to meet my batch mate, Isaac who is working here in Permata. We met up for lunch and had great time despite getting lost looking for char siew rice :D Its really a divine appointment by God for me to meet Isaac here because I'm not a Petronas employee and that means I don't don't come to this place for training. And seldom too I follow my dad to his course. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside of this trip was, the second day (9th December), I caught a fever. I had slight sorethroat in the morning and at night, I have fever. After taking two Panadols, I got much better. Now all I need is some good rest because we going to Ipoh tomorrow. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZzZZZz ZZzzzzzZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-3407175656947930716?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/3407175656947930716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/12/permata-trip.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/3407175656947930716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/3407175656947930716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/12/permata-trip.html' title='PERMATA trip~'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-8399398066923995393</id><published>2009-12-03T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:34:17.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my last day giving "baby sitting" sessions dy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been 5 months I've been doing this part time job. I called it baby sitting cause I'm teaching playful, naughty, noisy, hyper active, small kids violin and piano. I remember them crawling under the chair, acting like robot etc etc. Lolx. Ya, I forgotten one, talkative too!!! :P I was abit stressed up in the beginning coping up with their hyperactive-ness, managing them by asking them to sit still on a chair, making sure that they learn something each lesson etc etc. It wasn't easy. Guess God is preparing me for hyperactive kids in future. Sweat. I somehow come to realize that parents nowadays are willing to spend money for their own kids to learn music. Even only learn a little per lesson too. Hehe. Furthermore, the fees were quite expensive nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting an exact date of me working in Ipoh (14 December 2009), the time I had left in Bintulu were very precious. This whole week, I had 4 "baby sitting" sessions in a row. Monday to Thursday. Suddenly, I got that type of feeling I'm gonna miss this. Here are some pics I took on the last day of my "baby sitting" sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SxeI7wpU32I/AAAAAAAAALA/EMbw4J2lAmQ/s1600-h/DSC08121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SxeI7wpU32I/AAAAAAAAALA/EMbw4J2lAmQ/s400/DSC08121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410944037560835938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Titus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SxeLbM6ACyI/AAAAAAAAALI/Fh61Nxrc0wI/s1600-h/DSC08126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SxeLbM6ACyI/AAAAAAAAALI/Fh61Nxrc0wI/s400/DSC08126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410946776746167074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Clement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them are my teacher's sons. The youngest is this one, Raymond. I don't give him lessons but sometimes I baby sit him too. Hehe. Btw, I have a few other students. But I didn't have any picture of them as I only bring my camera on the last day. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SxeL5u0qvSI/AAAAAAAAALY/vz_k3IBwZAE/s1600-h/DSC08129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SxeL5u0qvSI/AAAAAAAAALY/vz_k3IBwZAE/s400/DSC08129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410947301246680354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SxeLpBbCy-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/QEv8yrF0N2Y/s1600-h/DSC08128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SxeLpBbCy-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/QEv8yrF0N2Y/s400/DSC08128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410947014181702626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the clerk at the piano school there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a farewell gift too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SxeNNVNcwpI/AAAAAAAAALg/cv5axtdhT_c/s1600-h/DSC08132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SxeNNVNcwpI/AAAAAAAAALg/cv5axtdhT_c/s400/DSC08132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410948737480311442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A music cup. But no song come out la. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me most touch was when Titus told me just now, he said that he waited everybody to sleep last night so he can practice. He said he did all this because his teacher is leaving liao. Normally, he don't practice at all le for the whole week. Hmm.. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Guess his teacher should leave more often for him to practice more ho?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for this post :) God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-8399398066923995393?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/8399398066923995393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-everybody-today-is-my-last-day.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/8399398066923995393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/8399398066923995393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-everybody-today-is-my-last-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SxeI7wpU32I/AAAAAAAAALA/EMbw4J2lAmQ/s72-c/DSC08121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-239511595734030400</id><published>2009-11-21T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T08:38:45.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgetable Saturday~</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is like any normal Saturday where I will go to church for youth at 745pm and have music practice after that for the next day service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy seeing my guitar skills improving from time to time. I played slightly faster than before and I feel I blended better with our church worship team too. Besides, I see great improvement in terms of coordination and teamwork among the team too. I really want to praise God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something sad happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practice today, as usual I keep my beloved electric guitar into its bag and off I go. Suddenly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BANG!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in the church turned around and looked at me and at that second, I realized my guitar is on the floor. I remembered I zipped my guitar bag properly earlier on and I wondered how did my guitar dropped anyway. I then looked at d bag once again to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ZIP GAVE WAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I picked up my guitar and looked for any damage caused by the fall. Here is the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SwgRJYlgM-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WND4_x-TNCE/s1600/DSC08094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SwgRJYlgM-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WND4_x-TNCE/s400/DSC08094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406590205574525922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SwgXP4MhK4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/f94vf38goS8/s1600/DSC08095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SwgXP4MhK4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/f94vf38goS8/s400/DSC08095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406596914208648066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different angle view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SwgUqjhOhgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/h-u_wvRuDL8/s1600/DSC08096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SwgUqjhOhgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/h-u_wvRuDL8/s400/DSC08096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406594073979946498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some scratches at the knob and a little crack. Can't really see here though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, continue. In my mind I was saying to myself, "cham liao this time. No cure liao. It will be a very horrible mark there dy. Will my guitar still sound as good?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my church friends are waiting to close the door, so I didn't get to test the sound. So, I rushed home and quickly plugged my guitar to my amp. All the strings ran out of tune and I quickly tune them back. I wonder anything in the guitar could spoil or not. After tuning, the sounds seems like the same. I really hope it wouldn't spoiled so fast eh... Only 4 months old nia. Hmm. I would be grateful if some of you can leave some comments for any guidance. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SwgXhLPmMjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JmuPe_SGQsk/s1600/DSC08092+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SwgXhLPmMjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JmuPe_SGQsk/s400/DSC08092+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406597211379610162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is how my guitar look in whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-239511595734030400?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/239511595734030400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/11/unforgetable-saturday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/239511595734030400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/239511595734030400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/11/unforgetable-saturday.html' title='Unforgetable Saturday~'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SwgRJYlgM-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WND4_x-TNCE/s72-c/DSC08094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-8724692358710361984</id><published>2009-11-17T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T06:02:15.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May God's will be done~</title><content type='html'>FAQ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You already got a job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually the answer is "no. I'm still jobless and still applying job everywhere." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next question will be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Then what you do at home? Not boring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not that boring. I usually online (chat with friends), play game, hang out with friends, and also teach piano and violin every Wednesday and Thursday afternoon to earn a little pocket money. At times though, I do feel abit left out when friends already got job though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it all changes when I received a phone call at 6:35pm, 17 of November from Finisar in Ipoh. When I see a Ipoh number I knew it was Finisar dy because that's the only company I applied in Ipoh. I wasn't expecting that they would hire me as I felt I didn't do well in the interview which was held last week. Well, by the grace of God and help from a great friend (you know who you are), the answer from the lady on the phone was "the management has decided to hire you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked that I can't believe my ears. After almost half a year jobless applying here and there, this is the first job offer I got in which I have the least confidence in after interview. Like what the bible say in 2 Corinthians 12:9-10,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;”but he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is made perfect in weakness.”  So, I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me.  Therefore I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities for the sake of Christ; for whenever I am weak, then I am strong.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really want to thank God for His provision and really through this, I know that he hasn't forgotten about me. :D Now, I need to wait for the company to get some letter from UTP only they will issue a offer letter to me. So, the next struggle will be just about how I catch up with this new job. May God continue to guild me in this area too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory be to GOD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-8724692358710361984?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/8724692358710361984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/11/may-gods-will-be-done.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/8724692358710361984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/8724692358710361984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/11/may-gods-will-be-done.html' title='May God&apos;s will be done~'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-8979213599452683622</id><published>2009-07-31T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T03:14:21.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to those who are in UTP</title><content type='html'>To all my UTP friends and my dear COP members who are still in UTP,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really worried and scared when I heard about the news regarding evacuation of the students there. You all please persevere and trust in God. Pray to Him as often as you can and ask for His protection ya.. Will be always praying for you guys. Drink enough water, sleep right, eat right, do right, pray right and everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are quarantined,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in God and get well as soon as possible. Will also pray for you all. Do not give up hope. God has a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayerfully that the convo would not be postponed and this H1N1 situation will be under control by then too :D Or not things will be much harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS YOU ALL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-8979213599452683622?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/8979213599452683622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-those-who-are-in-utp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/8979213599452683622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/8979213599452683622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-those-who-are-in-utp.html' title='to those who are in UTP'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-7039150332796722085</id><published>2009-07-25T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T02:12:22.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hols at home~</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hows things back there? For the past few weeks I had been enjoying life (Eat, tv, surfing the net, sleep, badminton, jogging and of cause help mom in housework too :P). I hadn't really took the effort to apply for jobs yet though many of my friends are working already. Anyway, really wanted to thank God that I was able to report to PETRONAS online instead of making another trip to KL. Thanks to my friends James for the help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have some pictures to share with you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my sis' birthday, Stephanie, Joel and I made a cheesecake for her. This cheesecake is my all time favourite cake. Really the best cake ever. Hehe. Too bad the cheese wasn't fresh, so the cake tasted a bit bitter. But, few days later, we went to buy another cheese to make another cheesecake. Something like revenge because that day's cheesecake wasn't a success. :P Here's the picture of it. Looks good le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SmrEIBNderI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KyGlIDKH7dI/s1600-h/DSC07781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SmrEIBNderI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KyGlIDKH7dI/s320/DSC07781.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362313948380887730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, our every Friday CG was held in our house. Mom and grandma boiled some "lek tao shua". Some sort of beans, don't really know how to call it in English. Mann.... tasted so good. This is a picture of my mom scooping it from the pot into the bowl for the cg members. Slimy and yet satisfied!! (quoted from "the lion king") :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SmrEXGLXrlI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lw_VOMWmnR4/s1600-h/DSC07790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SmrEXGLXrlI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lw_VOMWmnR4/s320/DSC07790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362314207412334162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, its served with some fried kuih, "iu zha kueh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SmrEuUz_1eI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lp1gcm-i4Vg/s1600-h/DSC07793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SmrEuUz_1eI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lp1gcm-i4Vg/s320/DSC07793.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362314606477825506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today morning, we ate something special and different. Guess what, &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;LOBSTER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lobsters were indeed fresh. Beyond fresh!!!&lt;br /&gt;The lobsters were still alive when my dad bought it from the wet market this morning. He was so excited until he woke me up in the morning to see these lobster. Haha. Thank God that we managed to get it with a cheap price :P You might ask how we kill a lobster? Its very violent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death sentence = Steamed to death!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning them, then immediately put into the steaming pot. That's all. Quite violent ho.. Hmmph.. What to do~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SmrE-kw7DhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/i0r-XXZ-sys/s1600-h/DSC07794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SmrE-kw7DhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/i0r-XXZ-sys/s320/DSC07794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362314885637803538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the head inside, orange color, we usually called it "Kor" in teo chew. That is always the best part of a prawn. This lobster ah, Hmm.. how to explain how it taste like? It taste something like the mixture of crab and prawns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SmrFkuNmZuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rqaJt35r-WY/s1600-h/DSC07798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SmrFkuNmZuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rqaJt35r-WY/s320/DSC07798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362315541009032930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I wanted to share in this post. God bless~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-7039150332796722085?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/7039150332796722085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/07/hols-at-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/7039150332796722085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/7039150332796722085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/07/hols-at-home.html' title='Hols at home~'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SmrEIBNderI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KyGlIDKH7dI/s72-c/DSC07781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-2554244279720389372</id><published>2009-06-09T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:23:47.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog was suppose to be out last week but apparently I cant complete them as it took ages for me to upload d pics. Haha. This was officially my first week of my holiday. It is over!! Of all the exams, of assignments, of test, of fyp presentation is all over now~ Well, in a way its sad too as I will be missing alot of exciting activities in UTP such as our every night prayer meeting, our supper at V5, our feeding fish and flying kite experience at the field, our COP (Church Of Praise) activities such as intro nite, farewell nite, supper at McD, and above all, all my dear friends...  Like what my dad use to tell me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"College life is the best. Appreciate them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the first week of my hols, I went over to Penang. Penang is really the best place to be, of course after my home la.. Best is home, second is Penang. Why Penang? Its because I enjoy food. Haha.. Kelvin and I went over to pay a visit in Penang. Really want to thank William's family for such a great hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si7ymhLCrXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ly_6olC5jZg/s1600-h/DSC05957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si7ymhLCrXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ly_6olC5jZg/s320/DSC05957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345476551288991090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is a picture of our first day in Penang. We went for a morning jog at the Mangkuang (dono how to spell) dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si70FnVkbWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iWfFT2O1NEI/s1600-h/DSC05965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si70FnVkbWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iWfFT2O1NEI/s320/DSC05965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345478185031331170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view there is very nice. Very conducive for jogging. Just abit hazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we did went over to the island to have some meeting up with Kana, Hann and Melissa. Didn't took any pics of them. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si754tM6MUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MdSbgr-kN4Y/s1600-h/DSC06008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si754tM6MUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MdSbgr-kN4Y/s320/DSC06008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345484560337088834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we had steamboat. Simple and nice. Really wan to thank God once again for such great hospitality William's family gave. Both Kelvin and I really get to know alot about history, about stamps, about William's family lifestyle etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si76yifRE5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/OBiiCTmmi5U/s1600-h/DSC06010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si76yifRE5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/OBiiCTmmi5U/s320/DSC06010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345485553893708690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah.. We had some wine too. This wine is very stubborn. Very hard to open. Need three strong man to work together opening it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's for supper?? &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si77LXGArtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YUtnM5vjMsk/s1600-h/DSC06012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si77LXGArtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YUtnM5vjMsk/s320/DSC06012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345485980331716306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite fruit. Durian!!! Penang durian is also very nice... Man.. wan eat again... Lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Diane brought us around Penang. We went to Gurney Plaza (walk around and bought a birthday present for William), the best part is the botanical garden. It was so beautiful. Beyond what I can describe to you. The flowers, the natural trees with more than hundred years old, the setting, the environment, the road, the view, the nature, the waterfall.. etc. Really can't believe my eyes. Here are a few excellent pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si7-XETP1xI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZcxvurueovM/s1600-h/DSC06059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si7-XETP1xI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZcxvurueovM/s320/DSC06059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345489479980275474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blue flower is really nice.. Love it so much.. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si798dbWVyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CXcra6a0774/s1600-h/DSC06056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si798dbWVyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CXcra6a0774/s320/DSC06056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345489022868674338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si784hGP_2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/qw4omSt5psU/s1600-h/DSC06047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si784hGP_2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/qw4omSt5psU/s320/DSC06047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345487855622815586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si78jZm3maI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XhFl6kaTw1s/s1600-h/DSC06044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si78jZm3maI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XhFl6kaTw1s/s320/DSC06044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345487492834892194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si77fvth5CI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pfoxLTYSkSc/s1600-h/DSC06034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si77fvth5CI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pfoxLTYSkSc/s320/DSC06034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345486330537305122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7hLT6GgRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gd5nVZXrfOQ/s1600-h/DSC06058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7hLT6GgRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gd5nVZXrfOQ/s320/DSC06058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349960991801508114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to Batu Feringgi. The view there again was very nice. Here are a few more pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si_RvA6nSwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NEB7Q0w-ObA/s1600-h/DSC06066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si_RvA6nSwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NEB7Q0w-ObA/s320/DSC06066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345721888341969666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si_T-yXlRUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gcqQZ49E-n8/s1600-h/DSC06068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si_T-yXlRUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gcqQZ49E-n8/s320/DSC06068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345724358338102594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7hyZbztDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0RBpr0F7Xog/s1600-h/DSC06070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7hyZbztDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0RBpr0F7Xog/s320/DSC06070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349961663299957810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7i94TsK5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/qL9XBd5Be_4/s1600-h/DSC06079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7i94TsK5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/qL9XBd5Be_4/s320/DSC06079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349962960077597586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had lunch with William's family. And then straight celebrate his pre-birthday. Haha. "happy birthday to William"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7jyMbL7bI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Akc0eWWKPPc/s1600-h/DSC06086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7jyMbL7bI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Akc0eWWKPPc/s320/DSC06086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349963858830945714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a memorable trip in Penang. Then off we go to Banting. Xiao Qi's house to put a night there. It was a long sweating journey to her house. I had to wait at KFC for 5 hours for Jack and Teik Hui to come that morning so we can go to Banting together. After we meet, we had to walk to the Pasar Seni bus station and with so much of luggage, it is very far. Plus, the bus from Klang to Banting was quite bad,. The bus driver wait until the bus is super duper pack only he start moving the bus. Can't really sit well. Now we know, how much Xiao Qi have to go through to get home. Haha. Anyways, it was really great being in Banting. We had bak kut teh, sak bak, homecook steamboat etc. It was a really great fellowship with his family. Here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7lUZ6KKxI/AAAAAAAAAII/9_22YI0mKHc/s1600-h/DSC06125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7lUZ6KKxI/AAAAAAAAAII/9_22YI0mKHc/s320/DSC06125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349965546077694738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beach there. Forgot the name. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7nIN1R9OI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3yEMtOEChqg/s1600-h/DSC06128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7nIN1R9OI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3yEMtOEChqg/s320/DSC06128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349967535700833506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we gave xq her pre-birthday present. Since we wouldn't be meeting her this during her birthday. A specs. How do you think she look? Drop a comment. Haha. There's another story behind this specs too. I guess I don't have to touch on that topic. Haha. We had great time at the park too. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7oF0iX43I/AAAAAAAAAIY/kU2MMtuJnoo/s1600-h/DSC06133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7oF0iX43I/AAAAAAAAAIY/kU2MMtuJnoo/s320/DSC06133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349968594062533490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7o0L7HTHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wWrIFthpADE/s1600-h/DSC06136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7o0L7HTHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wWrIFthpADE/s320/DSC06136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349969390614301810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7pTgArm2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Uj7umPVuh8A/s1600-h/DSC06137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7pTgArm2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Uj7umPVuh8A/s320/DSC06137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349969928582306658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really great time there. Before we leave around the evening, we had a group pic in her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7poixrW0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/cO0vOE6bp7c/s1600-h/DSC06158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Sj7poixrW0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/cO0vOE6bp7c/s320/DSC06158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349970290101934914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat's all. Haha. Upcoming post will be my tour in Cambodia and Vietnam. Huhu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-2554244279720389372?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/2554244279720389372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-everybody-this-blog-was-suppose-to.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/2554244279720389372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/2554244279720389372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-everybody-this-blog-was-suppose-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Si7ymhLCrXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ly_6olC5jZg/s72-c/DSC05957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-8942405288270669860</id><published>2009-03-24T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:47:39.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special day~</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Ipoh. It had been a really hot day. Good for hanging clothes but not good for enjoying. Had been sweating all the way back in the car. Thank God my room isn't that hot. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is my birthday and I must say yesterday till today had been very grand and meaningful moments of my life. My friend Kelvin planned to have sleepover at Aaron's house and (unintentionally) planned a birthday celebration for me. Haha. It started of by going to Aaron's house to put our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScnXg8KezfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NHfbA-uifaA/s1600-h/DSC04873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScnXg8KezfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NHfbA-uifaA/s320/DSC04873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317017795993456114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron's family had just bought a dog. Her name is Fabbie. Very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScnXyCXAyGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4D9CeEqSDX0/s1600-h/DSC04879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScnXyCXAyGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4D9CeEqSDX0/s320/DSC04879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317018089714403426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went Jusco. Just nice there is a flower and leaf exhibition. Nice flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScnYRFI2GSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MzhvIwq7joY/s1600-h/DSC04885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScnYRFI2GSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MzhvIwq7joY/s320/DSC04885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317018623036234018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had movie. Then one more cars of friends plus my two beloved cousins, Edrea and Erica came over to Ipoh. We then went to "1919" to have dinner. This is the best dinner I've eaten this sem. I think its much much much better and nicer than western or Japanese food. I guess cause I'm a Chinese? Haha. We had fried brinjo (excellent), salted egg chicken (favourite), mix vege belacan (unique), black pepper deer meat (normal), taufu (quite big and yummy), butter prawn (saliva dripping). Haha. It was so funny that when my friends all wanted to plan something, they have to ask me to go to the toilet to avoid the surprise. But I can read their mind after that though.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScnY1ZyUqJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/f6bvDGYOtso/s1600-h/DSC04888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScnY1ZyUqJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/f6bvDGYOtso/s320/DSC04888.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317019247054203026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had game session in Aaron's house. To past time till 12am. We had some bacardi with sprite. It was my first time drinking so much (2 small cup). The portion is 50% bacardi 50% sprite. It tasted horrible. But everybody are suppose to drink. It's like the "highlight" of the night. So, ok la.. Have to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScnaElNBAZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9-IW0Dnu_Us/s1600-h/DSC04890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScnaElNBAZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9-IW0Dnu_Us/s320/DSC04890.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317020607328616850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. For me, I'm still strong and conscious. But these 2 friends, their face turn red. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played many games la.. The last one was the craziest. TRUTH OR DARE!!! Gosh.. If you choose truth, maybe still ok la.. But if you choose dare, gosh.. need to kiss people. Lol.. This one cannot share the pics.. Keke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScncZppowzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FOQBJGpoAkY/s1600-h/DSC04910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScncZppowzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FOQBJGpoAkY/s320/DSC04910.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317023168322913074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tak tak tak.. " the clock strikes 12am.. There comes one of my favourite cake.. Secret recipe's "new york cheese" cake. Haha. The cake was wonderful seriously. After that, slowly all go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScncxDybH0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/YOBtA5kxOdI/s1600-h/DSC04912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScncxDybH0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/YOBtA5kxOdI/s320/DSC04912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317023570476080962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some singing session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the night ends like that. Well after that, on the bed, Kelvin and I had a good chat till 230am though. And then today had a wonderful breakfast. Ya.. I bought a new racket dy. Keke. I think its quite a good deal. Yonex Carbonex 6800, free string and grip, RM115. This is the first time buying racket myself though. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Scnfji0tykI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6T43nGVkovo/s1600-h/DSC04919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/Scnfji0tykI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6T43nGVkovo/s320/DSC04919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317026636823906882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScngO-M1rHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ReiR3U7vQDs/s1600-h/DSC04920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScngO-M1rHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ReiR3U7vQDs/s320/DSC04920.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317027382907219058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try it later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot to all of you who make this celebration for me.. THANKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tata.. My long post. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-8942405288270669860?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/8942405288270669860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/03/special-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/8942405288270669860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/8942405288270669860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/03/special-day.html' title='Special day~'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScnXg8KezfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NHfbA-uifaA/s72-c/DSC04873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-5842748924966707178</id><published>2009-03-20T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:27:52.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of class before mid sem. As usual, most people would go back and some will stay back to do some work. I'm in the stay back category. Well, not to say staying back isn't fun, it will be fun too catching up with projects and work and of course badminton!! I can't wait to choose my new racket (this Tuesday I think). Haha. Anyway, check this out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScPdhNo2onI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0TFYd1keWjU/s1600-h/DSC04845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScPdhNo2onI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0TFYd1keWjU/s320/DSC04845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315335547893752434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our Psychology assignment. Subjective contour. Which triangle you will process first? The "pac men" generated triangle or the outline generated triangle? Our human brains often provide missing information about outlines. Meaning in this case, we tend to look at the “pac men” produced triangle instead of the yellow angle produced triangle. So how? When should we trust our brain? Lolz. Btw, the "pac men" is made of plastic bag cutting and the yellow outline are just some yellow paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, actually I got the idea from this.. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScPemK2x1AI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tWObfdrIBUM/s1600-h/other-gestalt-principles.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScPemK2x1AI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tWObfdrIBUM/s320/other-gestalt-principles.GIF" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315336732557825026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. enjoy.. Nitez..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-5842748924966707178?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/5842748924966707178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-everybody-today-was-last-day-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/5842748924966707178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/5842748924966707178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-everybody-today-was-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScPdhNo2onI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0TFYd1keWjU/s72-c/DSC04845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-380176910299405311</id><published>2009-03-18T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:17:40.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aih...~</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was another normal day but something hurting happen. Well, since this is my own personal racket, i can say that this is the first time i broke it myself. Well i guess its time. How it broke a? Just a touch with kelvin's racket while we playing badminton yesterday. Not to say very hard also.. but i think maybe it accumulates all this while. Well, i can say im quite ok dy lo compare to my friend, Shean Chuan, he already broke 3 rackets. Lol. So, this coming week end or next week perhaps, I'm gonna get a new one. Hehe.. Maybe get the same one. See first.. Here are some pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScHUW13ZWmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LwuHTipLJWc/s1600-h/DSC04839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScHUW13ZWmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LwuHTipLJWc/s320/DSC04839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314762524155533922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScHUWW2_TDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C9yBPlXDC4s/s1600-h/DSC04841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScHUWW2_TDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C9yBPlXDC4s/s320/DSC04841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314762515832327218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScHUWbjhlRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ReqAUJ-t9O8/s1600-h/DSC04843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScHUWbjhlRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ReqAUJ-t9O8/s320/DSC04843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314762517092865298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-380176910299405311?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/380176910299405311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/03/aih.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/380176910299405311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/380176910299405311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/03/aih.html' title='Aih...~'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/ScHUW13ZWmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LwuHTipLJWc/s72-c/DSC04839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-7425957103546168903</id><published>2009-03-17T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:52:32.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kena psycho~~</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning. Its 4.55am in the morning. Really late. My group mate and I are still rushing our psychology online conference in V5 cafe. Really jialat. This whole week is all about psychology. Tuesday one assignment on Psychology, Wednesday one online conference on for three days, Friday one assignment on Psychology again. Instead of learning about psychology, sendiri become psycho instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-7425957103546168903?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/7425957103546168903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/03/kena-psycho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/7425957103546168903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/7425957103546168903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/03/kena-psycho.html' title='Kena psycho~~'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-4583778324815584357</id><published>2009-03-16T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T05:13:23.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being blind for an hour~~</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since I blog. But this thing that I did today really I need to blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a course called "General Psychology" and we have assignments every week. But this week was rather different. The assignment requires me and a friend (who didn't take Psychology) to go to the lecturer's office. There our Psychology lecturer will give a task to be done blindfolded. Different people will have different task. Some is to take a lecturer name card from the other block, some is to go pick a stone at the park, and many more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, my task is to go to the library and borrow a book by the name "Road Development". Then my this friend, Kelvin who came with me, needs to make sure I don't kill myself by falling down or knocking something. What do you think? Nice assignment? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather scared being blindfolded. So many people will see and asked what is Jesse doing and all. Quite ashamed also. Well, the starting of my journey is by walking slowly to the lift. Well, wasn't that hard. Slowly I walk. Kelvin was walking next to me. He was talking to me along the way which was actually prohibited in the assignment (Shh.. haha). When I reach the front of the block, I was supposed to turn to the left to go to the library, I didn't know so I walk till I feel I'm walking on some place that isn't straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this must be the park"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I make a u-turn and walk back on track. Going to the library wasn't that hard. A friend of mind, Gwen, she very naughty. She saw me blindfolded and she stood still see would I knock her. Surely enough, I knocked her. Quite funny also lo. Then as I reach the chancellor hall area, there were many booths there and it was abit hard for me to get through it. But slowly I manage to get to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went straight to the help desk. Asked, "excuse me". Apparently, nobody reply me. So I decided to look for my friend who is sitting at the newspaper area as there were calling my name. So happen before I go to meet the lecturer, I was at the library. So, I knew who were there. So I call my friend, Stella, and asked her to help me. Help me find on the com for the collection. She brought me to the shelf to look for that book. Praise God, in no time it was found. She then brought me to check out the book and also lead me to the door. Really want to thank this sister in Christ for her help. It was such a blessing to have her being part of my assignment. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I walk back to the block 21. I told Kelvin, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't talk to me, let me walk alone. If you talk to me, I would know where is the direction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ok. He didn't talk to me after that. It was really a tough time. I can't really see anything and was just walking by faith. And also touching the building and structure around me to make sure I'm on the right track. It was really tough. At one point, I reach the edge of the pathway, thank God Kelvin quickly stop me, else I will have quite a few cuts and bruises by now. Hehe. So, slowly step by step, I reach the lecturer office. I was so relieved when I took of the cloth that is covering my vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to thank God for creating me so perfectly, in this context, eyesight. Life would be so meaningless without vision to see all the beautiful things that our great God had created. Without eyesight, there is just this feeling of fear inside. Fear to walk, fear that someone would attack you, fear to fall, fear to make friends too, and many more... Really, thank You Lord!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Ya, having a person to talk to is the best thing that a blind person could have. So, if you would ever see a blind man around, please don't ignore him. At least talk to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-4583778324815584357?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/4583778324815584357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-blind-for-hour.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/4583778324815584357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/4583778324815584357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-blind-for-hour.html' title='Being blind for an hour~~'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-6744240939865524181</id><published>2009-02-01T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T05:02:56.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A memorable Sunday~~</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, today is a special Sunday. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when we (I as the song leader) were practicing for the Sunday service today, I tried to switch on the projector and computer to project the lyrics so we can see it while singing. But it doesn't seems normal and it doesn't work so I didn't bother to change any settings. Usually, we will always have a PA guy (Henry) to settle stuff like this but he wasn't back that time. So, we sing without projector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Henry is available and the worship team and Henry all went earlier to church for practice before service. After we practice once through, Henry told me that he had been trying and trying to connect the PC and the projector but it doesn't seems to work. Then, I start to get nervous. A few of us including pastor tried all sorts of way. Many many ways... Like, we try just by pass the router and straight connect to the projector, it also doesn't seems to work. Restart com, also can't, so in the end we start our service without projector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank God for His awesome presence. He was with us and I can really feel it. Though somehow my heart wasn't really that prepared for this but God has His plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words from Joe and Pastor Angela regarding today's worship was really encouraging to me. Pastor Angela said that the worship team had step into a better phase than before and had improve a lot as a body, Really thank God for that... I hope that even after I left UTP next sem, the worship team will always be strong. By faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTL = Praise The Lord. Keke..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-6744240939865524181?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/6744240939865524181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/02/memorable-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/6744240939865524181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/6744240939865524181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/02/memorable-sunday.html' title='A memorable Sunday~~'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-3598735917915678347</id><published>2009-01-31T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T05:26:35.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The beginning of my CNY was a good start. Thank God the girl's CG (cell group), they all plan to have a CG outing on the night I wanted to leave for airport. So, we went to this place, "Crazy Ice Cream" to eat. The price was reasonable and the food was ok nice la.. Here are some pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRB4APV9YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0PwLSFgJ-AA/s1600-h/DSC04425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRB4APV9YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0PwLSFgJ-AA/s320/DSC04425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297431492087379330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana Split..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRBQRkoIwI/AAAAAAAAABw/Nccc01xIgRc/s1600-h/DSC04424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRBQRkoIwI/AAAAAAAAABw/Nccc01xIgRc/s320/DSC04424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297430809545286402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CG outing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRLYwmoEfI/AAAAAAAAADI/RR2bUrg6tb0/s1600-h/DSC04431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRLYwmoEfI/AAAAAAAAADI/RR2bUrg6tb0/s320/DSC04431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297441950430401010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kuching, my uncle bless us with some lobster.. My parents looks happy here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRK0a5OI4I/AAAAAAAAADA/iLEp7TbGXus/s1600-h/DSC04432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRK0a5OI4I/AAAAAAAAADA/iLEp7TbGXus/s320/DSC04432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297441326127522690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it looks like when it is cook..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRKN_FNMeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pyEkiFIGl4c/s1600-h/DSC04433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRKN_FNMeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pyEkiFIGl4c/s320/DSC04433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297440665826570722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat much, just 1 small 1. Lazy peel the shell.. So hard and sharp. But surely, it taste awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRNBt6AmoI/AAAAAAAAADg/54NJ9Nwf3ZM/s1600-h/IMG_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRNBt6AmoI/AAAAAAAAADg/54NJ9Nwf3ZM/s320/IMG_0982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297443753592658562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here... My family picture with my grandma.. We will usually have family picture together with grandma every CNY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRMsUpevaI/AAAAAAAAADY/R6ry6z5NBOw/s1600-h/IMG_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRMsUpevaI/AAAAAAAAADY/R6ry6z5NBOw/s320/IMG_0994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297443386035191202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my three nephew and niece..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRL_hvMNNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fQZ0cBpxceI/s1600-h/IMG_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRL_hvMNNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fQZ0cBpxceI/s320/IMG_1013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297442616454690002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father side family photo.. So big huh.. Got 1 cousin's family not in yet.. huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRJhzU9l9I/AAAAAAAAACw/S0l-WRBHcYQ/s1600-h/DSC04484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRJhzU9l9I/AAAAAAAAACw/S0l-WRBHcYQ/s320/DSC04484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297439906757187538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our reunion dinner.. Have so much of dishes.. Too many to list down.. So, I just save it. Want to know just contact me.. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRI51N6V-I/AAAAAAAAACo/S0NEJRn0Ssc/s1600-h/DSC04486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRI51N6V-I/AAAAAAAAACo/S0NEJRn0Ssc/s320/DSC04486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297439220069717986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad holding a red wine, from Japan (if not mistaken).. For me, it taste yucky, but those who knows to taste it comment that it was so smooth and soothing. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRH0zAniVI/AAAAAAAAACg/6DM3d2jWkus/s1600-h/DSC04510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRH0zAniVI/AAAAAAAAACg/6DM3d2jWkus/s320/DSC04510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297438034066114898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics from my mom's family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRGlkB_qVI/AAAAAAAAACY/Dgag6y3qLIg/s1600-h/DSC04518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRGlkB_qVI/AAAAAAAAACY/Dgag6y3qLIg/s320/DSC04518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297436672835692882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before we left, we had a surprise birthday party for my bro. We bought secret recipe cake for him. My family all were very good in hiding this plan from my bro. We all work together well. Example, when my sis and I enter the house with the cake, my mom was like pulling him nearer to the toilet and said, "what's wrong with your hair? Why like that 1?" (Actually nothing with his hair la..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRFipCJzaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/X8vGgsreWFc/s1600-h/DSC04520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRFipCJzaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/X8vGgsreWFc/s320/DSC04520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297435523127299490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had steamboat... Rich steamboat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYREmZIRnDI/AAAAAAAAACI/XpSeHuDG2dM/s1600-h/DSC04522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYREmZIRnDI/AAAAAAAAACI/XpSeHuDG2dM/s320/DSC04522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297434488065858610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what time is this? 5am in the morning. My parents were so loving to stay back at the airport till the very last minute before my bro and I left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, overall this CNY was wonderful but it was rather short but meaningful. Too bad I didn't manage to have visiting with my fellow UTP friends which we use to have for the past few years. Looking forward to our next visiting.. Hehe.. But, I thank God that I had the opportunity to go back Sarawak celebrate this festival with my families where some of my friends didn't even had the opportunity to go back. God bless..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-3598735917915678347?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/3598735917915678347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/01/beginning-of-my-cny-was-good-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/3598735917915678347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/3598735917915678347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/01/beginning-of-my-cny-was-good-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYRB4APV9YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0PwLSFgJ-AA/s72-c/DSC04425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-6528024840370767624</id><published>2009-01-30T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T04:11:06.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some flowers at my grandma's house~</title><content type='html'>Here are some nice flowers' pics I took at my grandma house in Kuching.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYQ9ntVqMEI/AAAAAAAAABo/LOOUk0_smNY/s1600-h/DSC04470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYQ9ntVqMEI/AAAAAAAAABo/LOOUk0_smNY/s320/DSC04470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297426814089179202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the collection of my grandma's flower. At the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYQ84du5D_I/AAAAAAAAABg/K-HEFdmWxb8/s1600-h/DSC04468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYQ84du5D_I/AAAAAAAAABg/K-HEFdmWxb8/s320/DSC04468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297426002446192626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer look to one of the flowers.. It looks pretty.. Is it a orchid? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYQ7uX-zUxI/AAAAAAAAABY/78FT9tbcs_I/s1600-h/DSC04467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYQ7uX-zUxI/AAAAAAAAABY/78FT9tbcs_I/s320/DSC04467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297424729591993106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pink flowers with many many torns.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYQ65bV2qlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/US3FYXFVkiM/s1600-h/DSC04466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYQ65bV2qlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/US3FYXFVkiM/s320/DSC04466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297423819960920658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaa.. a pink rose :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYQv0xBeW-I/AAAAAAAAABI/EjA32eKRkvE/s1600-h/DSC04452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYQv0xBeW-I/AAAAAAAAABI/EjA32eKRkvE/s320/DSC04452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297411645253770210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pink flower.. Dono what name again :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYQuo4lLQeI/AAAAAAAAABA/HGO_K7csUgc/s1600-h/DSC04451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYQuo4lLQeI/AAAAAAAAABA/HGO_K7csUgc/s320/DSC04451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297410341612503522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samo pink :P My grandma sure loves pink colour. Keke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYQHSlxR5_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/CHMB9mNZZnc/s1600-h/DSC04447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYQHSlxR5_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/CHMB9mNZZnc/s320/DSC04447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297367077652391922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the house, we had a bush full with flowers... It looks like this.. Pretty pretty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYQBX8n9VzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JPgmIwVIjlo/s1600-h/DSC04438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYQBX8n9VzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JPgmIwVIjlo/s320/DSC04438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297360572616890162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some oranges for CNY... Gong Xi Fa Chai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-6528024840370767624?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/6528024840370767624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-flowers-at-my-grandmas-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/6528024840370767624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/6528024840370767624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-flowers-at-my-grandmas-house.html' title='Some flowers at my grandma&apos;s house~'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SYQ9ntVqMEI/AAAAAAAAABo/LOOUk0_smNY/s72-c/DSC04470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-8118881389362607809</id><published>2009-01-21T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:07:21.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess where am I?</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where am I now? Haha.. I'm in LCCT. I didn't know have wireless connection here. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time coming to airport early in the morning. Super early. My bus from Ipoh, supposedly 9pm but I was having dinner with Aaron and the girl's cg at around 8.20pm and my food haven't arrived wen the clock strikes 8.50pm. So I decided to call the bus tel. number to change the time. Thank God that it is possible to change my bus time to another time, 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, 4 something I reach LCCT. To my surprise, there are so so so many people at the airport. It doesn't seems that it is 4.30am in the morning. I thought it will be some quiet night where not many people will be around. Haha.. (Sounds abit sakai a me..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got a heavy bag, I quickly went to check in my bag but apparently the counter for my flight isn't open for check in. Haha.. So, I just did some window shopping and wait for KFC to open. So here I am, at KFC, online. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this week really flew real fast. Like in no time I'm going back to Kuching. (Kuching!!!) Gonna enjoy it to the max.. K, God bless you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-8118881389362607809?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/8118881389362607809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-where-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/8118881389362607809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/8118881389362607809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-where-am-i.html' title='Guess where am I?'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-6702896599646858288</id><published>2009-01-13T03:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T03:16:30.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd forgotten to post bout my results. How could I? I would like to praise God that although I expected perhaps at least 2 or 3 subjects fail, every paper I will be calculating what is the maximum marks I could get for the paper and could I pass or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been praying that, "God, all I want is that I could just pass all my papers and not resit any paper. I don't want to fail like before. I had learned from it. I want to graduate together with my batch mates. If I could just pass all the papers, I know that it is all about You who blessed me and answered my prayer. Please God.. In Jesus Name I pray. Amen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just remember how sad and worried am I about my results when I finished my every paper last sem. You could ask my friend Kelvin, Melissa and Gabriel on how much I had complained to them regarding how I did in my finals. On the Thursday (8/1/2009) night when Gabriel sms me to tell me that results were out. I asked him to help me checked. He called me when he got my results and oh dear.. I was so nervous. I was so relieved to hear that I got all pass. GLORY BE TO GOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was kinda sad that her son would be sad for his poor results but honestly, I was filled with joy by looking at how much God had done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this coming sem will be another tough one again. I really pray and looking forward on how God would bless and guide me this sem. Praise the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-6702896599646858288?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/6702896599646858288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-everybody-id-forgotten-to-post-bout.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/6702896599646858288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/6702896599646858288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-everybody-id-forgotten-to-post-bout.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-4634013507548255604</id><published>2009-01-12T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T02:56:29.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mix feelings~</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hols really flew of just like that. How I wish i could just extend a few more days. Today my first day in UTP after a ok long sem break. My sem break were all bout meeting friends, playing games, moving house (ya, those who doesn't know, I'd moved back to Bintulu and now my house are still currently under renovation), cleaning new house and of course spending time with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today too, I had many mix feeling. Lazy, sad, confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lazy&lt;/span&gt; - cause its so nice to sleep in such cooling weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sad &lt;/span&gt; - cause I miss my family so so so much. How I wish I were there even a day or two extra more. I just feel so unsecure and lonely though my roommate is around. I didn't mean that he ignore me or what, there is just something missing in life which is my family. Its weir huh how long I already had been in UTP (4 and a half years d). Hopefully after all my UTP friends are back, the feeling would fade gradually. I miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Confused&lt;/span&gt; - cause don't really know how to do my project. Still working on it. I came back a week earlier to UTP with the hope that I could do some of my FYP (Final Year Project) before class gets started. Well today, not much of progress as I was still kind of blur how and what components are needed. Will definitely need some more research. Those christian out there, please do pray for me. Thanks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-4634013507548255604?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/4634013507548255604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/01/mix-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/4634013507548255604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/4634013507548255604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/01/mix-feelings.html' title='Mix feelings~'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70734171028348710.post-4686593551129050101</id><published>2009-01-09T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:53:10.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding plan tag..</title><content type='html'>Man.. Why it takes so long to load xanga.. Haha.. This is my first time doing tag just to let u all noe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you? &lt;br /&gt;I'm now 22 years old. Going to be 23 this year.. huhu.. “still young”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you single? &lt;br /&gt;Yup, still s and a..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what age do you think you'll get married? &lt;br /&gt;Er.. Ideal would be around 28 to 30.. Need to work a few years first le to save some money. My dad always talk bout how expensive it is to get married &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you'll be marrying the person you are with now? &lt;br /&gt;I’m still single le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, who do you want to marry? &lt;br /&gt;Look at the above answer.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a garden/beach or a traditional wedding? &lt;br /&gt;For me, I would love just a wedding in church. I hate those Chinese tradition. Go the bride’s house la, drink tea la, then go our own house, blabla.. very tiring eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal motive? &lt;br /&gt;Motive of getting married? Er.. wouldn't be lonely gua.. In times of trouble, at least got someone support from behind.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you plan to go on a honeymoon? &lt;br /&gt;Erm.. Definitely not china or taiwan coz I had been there before. Will discuss with my wife and choose to go places with a nice and reasonable one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many guests do you think you'll invite? &lt;br /&gt;Friends and family lo. Around 20 tables like that la.. Don’t want too many.. Expensive. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want an extravagant wedding or a simple wedding? &lt;br /&gt;Simple will do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want the traditional vows or something you'd make up on your own? &lt;br /&gt;I think something I’d make on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many layers of cake do you want? &lt;br /&gt;Er… Never think of it o.. 1 like too little. 2 like weird. 3 I guess. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer having your reception at a hotel or a simple place? &lt;br /&gt;Hotel.  Hotel with air con (onot sure keep sweating inside) with good food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you want to get married, morning or evening? &lt;br /&gt;Morning would be great. Not too hot. Evening kinda too late eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd rather have your reception outdoors or indoors? &lt;br /&gt;Indoors. With air con. Like I mentioned, onot later sure keep sweating inside which I don't like. But if picture taking I prefer outdoor la.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like a grand entrance for your groom?&lt;br /&gt;Er.. anything la.. Don't really mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the song/tune you'd like to play at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;I would like to play a few songs on piano for my bride. Some gospel songs la. Perhaps a song that I compose myself. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person or a night person? &lt;br /&gt;I’m not really a morning person. Depends on what time I sleep the previous nite la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a solemn ceremony or a light one? &lt;br /&gt;Solemn is how wor.. Light one is how.. In between la then.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your ideal husband/wife?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Ideal a.. a lot wor..&lt;br /&gt;1) A strong Christian&lt;br /&gt;2) Definitely a good cook&lt;br /&gt;3) Would respect of who I am and what I decides&lt;br /&gt;4) Can play some musical instrument&lt;br /&gt;5) Pretty educated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more a.. If wan, ask me personally. Keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer fine dining or just the normal spoon &amp; fork/knife? &lt;br /&gt;Spoon and fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champagne or red wine? &lt;br /&gt;I don't like either. Shandy can ka? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeymoon right after the wedding or days after the wedding? &lt;br /&gt;1 or 2 days after dinner and everything settle. Like that only can enjoy honeymoon ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money or household items? &lt;br /&gt;Money money money.. Its so funny, in the rich man’s world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will pay for the bills? &lt;br /&gt;Me kua.. Hopefully enough. Hehe. I got a friend, he work and save for more than 6 years and during the wedding, all his money finish. That’s scary man.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for married life? &lt;br /&gt;Don't siao la.. I still studying. No work, no money, can't talk bout it even.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you will still be a virgin until you get married? &lt;br /&gt;YES! Definitely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you always be true to your wife/husband? &lt;br /&gt;YES!  Definitely again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids would you like to have? &lt;br /&gt;At least 2 so the other son/daughter wouldn't be boring. Max 3, abo nid to drive a big car lor.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new house for a newly wed or an old one? &lt;br /&gt;Any house also can. As long as my wife and I lives together. Romantic le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of cuisine would you like for your wedding? &lt;br /&gt;Chinese 10 course meal, &lt;br /&gt;Pork pork pork..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you record your honeymoon in a CD or DVD? &lt;br /&gt;Bluray disc.. Outdated la u all.. Lolx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose wedding plans would you like to know next? &lt;br /&gt;1. Diane Teng&lt;br /&gt;2. Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;3. Joanne Yeo&lt;br /&gt;4. Raymond Tie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really blog 1.. So, only got 4 ppl to tag.. keke. Enjoy urself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70734171028348710-4686593551129050101?l=favour25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/feeds/4686593551129050101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedding-plan-tag.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/4686593551129050101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70734171028348710/posts/default/4686593551129050101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favour25.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedding-plan-tag.html' title='wedding plan tag..'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817880784738660343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJXaL4Os9OQ/SWtQs97m53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mTgEqWK8N6U/S220/DSC03836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
