<?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-8409683589366136940</id><updated>2011-04-23T11:04:20.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the-story-of-v</title><subtitle type='html'>a tRue StoRy AbouT a BoY wHo SeEks PerfectiOn , BuT eacH    
Road hE VentUred wAs filled With flaws...... EvEry Path AugurS ill fOr His QueSt, BuT It dId NoT DeNt HiS  HopE, Nor HiNdeR hIs FoOtsTepS.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-7275397879601557772</id><published>2008-08-29T05:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:07:46.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/SLfqk6E0wwI/AAAAAAAAACE/YZ90AreEDtE/s1600-h/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/SLfqk6E0wwI/AAAAAAAAACE/YZ90AreEDtE/s320/DSC01275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239914611254543106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Despite meeting BIG HUGE mosquito in my BATHROOM when i was about to take off my clothes, calling my mum all the way from Hong Kong just to ask her how to use a washing machine, getting use to the almost rock-type THIN bed,  I am surviving Hong Kong, well enough to enjoy every aspect of their culture, environment, and the fast-paced and urban lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I am living in St. John's college, arguably the best and strictest ( curfew at 12 ) residence hall in HKU . My first day was greeted by hell a lot of loud yelling, ( they were conducing an orientation for the local students, its like NS, that explains the yelling and shouting ) and I thought maybe I requested for the wrong hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But it turns out that I was wrong. The people here are exceptionally friendly, they treated me well and help me in many ways to help me to get accustomed to my new surroundings. I was so impressed at how the committee run the orientation with such harmony and discipline, an almost flawless programme that portrayed their sense of commitment and responsibility towards their tasks. They are well-known for efficiency, but what i witnessed was beyond my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I found out that there are pretty a lot of foreigners in my hall too, from every corner of the world. After few days, I knew a Swedish, 2 Germans, 2 Chinese from China, 2 Japanese, an Indonesian,  a Korean from Canada and of course, a few locals.  HKU is really getting international. And to emphasize on my point, take a look at this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/SLfxufbKrZI/AAAAAAAAACM/-96pz67HeO4/s1600-h/DSC01526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/SLfxufbKrZI/AAAAAAAAACM/-96pz67HeO4/s320/DSC01526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239922472480583058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   800 over international students in a single hall, and we have 3 more halls full with international students too. Now, that's a WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I really do enjoy living here in Hong Kong. I have never been plagued by homesickness ever since I got here, and I hope that this wonderful journey filled with sweet memories and rich experience that I am about to get, would be the panacae to the disease that many overseas students suffered from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, I tried to eat dim sum at one of the local restaurant, but look what I bumped into,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/SLf0Fe2_LEI/AAAAAAAAACU/nU_kwUbarXY/s1600-h/DSC01525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/SLf0Fe2_LEI/AAAAAAAAACU/nU_kwUbarXY/s320/DSC01525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239925066489080898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          * i was taking the photo from the entrance itself *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-7275397879601557772?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7275397879601557772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=7275397879601557772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/7275397879601557772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/7275397879601557772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/2008/08/hong-kong.html' title='Hong Kong'/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/SLfqk6E0wwI/AAAAAAAAACE/YZ90AreEDtE/s72-c/DSC01275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-9185370683525856180</id><published>2008-08-14T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:05:39.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iT aLl DePenDs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/SKRwH67RA9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/jUAZngwHTUU/s1600-h/DSC01491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/SKRwH67RA9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/jUAZngwHTUU/s320/DSC01491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234431948290589650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I can't sleep, or rather , i don't want to sleep. The moment I wake up again, I felt that part of my life is slipping away from me. I hated the feeling. For those of you who are coping well in a foreign land &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone &lt;/span&gt;, you truly earned my respect for you courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I'm clouded with uncertainties. I can honestly admit that part of me isn't ready for the changes in way of life, culture and the environment. But I am excited over the prospect that I am able to improve myself, learning and honing skills that are crucial to survive in this competitive world. It's just that, I'm not too sure my fear outweighs my excitement, or the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         It really depends on how well and fast I could adapt and settle down. Stepping in the university would be like entering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pe&lt;/span&gt;5 for the first time, meeting nobody but strangers, feeling so helpless because you couldn't depend on anyone yet. It's such a big leap for the first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          I'm lucky to have an elder brother who constantly gives me advices.&lt;br /&gt;          I'm lucky to watch Randy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pausch's&lt;/span&gt; Last Lecture ( Credits to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt; Ping ). It gave me some much needed inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           And because of that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; no longer afraid, but looking forward for my departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Someone told me that it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to cry, but if I do, I reckon it would be tears of joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-9185370683525856180?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/9185370683525856180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=9185370683525856180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/9185370683525856180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/9185370683525856180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-all-depends.html' title='iT aLl DePenDs'/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/SKRwH67RA9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/jUAZngwHTUU/s72-c/DSC01491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-450066598889037103</id><published>2008-04-30T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:00:09.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/SBiSnsCZbGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5ZEkdYZMtIw/s1600-h/DSC01311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/SBiSnsCZbGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5ZEkdYZMtIw/s320/DSC01311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195063380705635426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i could not keep my promise....  i was really busy preparing for my finals.... i guess i have turned myself into a full time nerd.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i had a fever and sore throat ... and it suddenly dawned on me that i had never exercise for 2 months!! * so not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vee&lt;/span&gt; right ? *  Guess that was the main reason why i feel sick.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;urgh&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright... bad news aside..... here comes the good news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) .... not-so-nerdy-anymore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vee&lt;/span&gt; had been playing basketball for the past 2 days..... * claps * a good start towards a healthy lifestyle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember kids.... a good workout a day keeps the fever away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  I have been accepted into the University of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong ..... * claps * , although i have to satisfy the entry requirement ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;abb&lt;/span&gt; ) before i can confirm a place in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HKU&lt;/span&gt;. So, if everything goes well , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be leaving for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong 1 week before September.  Bittersweet moment huh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disneyland.....dimsum.....pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kong&lt;/span&gt; chicks..... these are enough to compensate the loneliness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i updated my blog....* claps *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-450066598889037103?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/450066598889037103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=450066598889037103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/450066598889037103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/450066598889037103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/2008/04/yo-sorry-i-could-not-keep-my-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/SBiSnsCZbGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5ZEkdYZMtIw/s72-c/DSC01311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-7728961519012643878</id><published>2008-03-12T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:10:02.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stress!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R9fyNlteDzI/AAAAAAAAABs/uvjzeRaTfC8/s1600-h/2007_transformers_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R9fyNlteDzI/AAAAAAAAABs/uvjzeRaTfC8/s320/2007_transformers_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176872611960721202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO GO KAI KAI!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-7728961519012643878?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7728961519012643878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=7728961519012643878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/7728961519012643878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/7728961519012643878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/2008/03/stress.html' title='stress!!!!!!'/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R9fyNlteDzI/AAAAAAAAABs/uvjzeRaTfC8/s72-c/2007_transformers_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-208149846685458628</id><published>2008-03-06T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T07:08:54.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JuSt bLogginG fOr tHe SakE oF BloggiNg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R9ADtUVcs-I/AAAAAAAAABE/BhAO96_H3ik/s1600-h/DSC01243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R9ADtUVcs-I/AAAAAAAAABE/BhAO96_H3ik/s320/DSC01243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174640048936367074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life for the past few days/weeks had deteriorate rapidly, spending much of my time uneventfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekdays have been pretty much a routine for me. I can  sleep peacefully ONLY if i  follow my routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discipline has became part and parcel of my life. Despite how much i long for a well &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deserved&lt;/span&gt; freedom, i admit it is important to practice discipline for survival purposes. Many challenges lies ahead of me ( at least until end of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt; ) , threaten to tear me apart should i slack off a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired, weak and frustrated, only my little dream is my source of inspiration, never once fail to motivate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caioz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-208149846685458628?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/208149846685458628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=208149846685458628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/208149846685458628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/208149846685458628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-blogging-for-sake-of-blogging.html' title='JuSt bLogginG fOr tHe SakE oF BloggiNg'/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R9ADtUVcs-I/AAAAAAAAABE/BhAO96_H3ik/s72-c/DSC01243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-326567661901657932</id><published>2008-02-29T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T07:45:10.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hOw TiMe fLieS......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R8gdx7eURLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/y8pZ0ffwtGk/s1600-h/DSC01295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R8gdx7eURLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/y8pZ0ffwtGk/s320/DSC01295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172416915650659506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/2/2008, once in 4 years, and today is probably the best day to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly dawned on me how time flies, really fast. tomorrow marks the beginning of the month of March, and pretty soon i reckon, i would witness the end of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;, the beginning of another journey for me, and another step closer to my dreams.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this short span of time, * from jan till feb * , i laughed, teared, felt insecure and did ponder on the existence of gods, which many of us, believe they influence our life, indirectly. i was amazed at how things could intertwine so coincidentally , leaving me in such awful situation that at a  certain stage, i really wondered whether all of these happened for a reason, a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not help but to stare at the sky, wondering where exactly they were. and even more egregious, i tried ( in vain ) to pinpoint their exact location, hoping that somewhere far far away, they would notice this little helpless guy, as though they understand  what i have been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i still lack the ability of looking at the bigger picture.  events do happen for a good reason,  however bad it might have been, we should always look at the bigger picture. it might be a tiny dot, but that is enough to raise new hopes for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every cloud has a silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it did not answer my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-326567661901657932?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/326567661901657932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=326567661901657932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/326567661901657932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/326567661901657932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-time-flies.html' title='hOw TiMe fLieS......'/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R8gdx7eURLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/y8pZ0ffwtGk/s72-c/DSC01295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-5661838125866580641</id><published>2008-02-24T05:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T05:20:59.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R8FuKF8IOkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2QKugEOR2UA/s1600-h/DSC01255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R8FuKF8IOkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2QKugEOR2UA/s400/DSC01255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170534966870161986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to quit dota....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-5661838125866580641?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/5661838125866580641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=5661838125866580641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/5661838125866580641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/5661838125866580641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-i-have-decided-to-quit-dota.html' title=''/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R8FuKF8IOkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2QKugEOR2UA/s72-c/DSC01255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-7243839435098654919</id><published>2008-02-20T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T07:12:37.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iT fElt LikE a JameS bonD MovIe ( paRt 2 )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R7xCKF8IOjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LPgIBtaK8uw/s1600-h/DSC01314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R7xCKF8IOjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LPgIBtaK8uw/s400/DSC01314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169079213474986546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;fingers furiously punching the keypads,&lt;br /&gt;sending codes of messages to my counterpart,&lt;br /&gt;hoping my dark outfit would act as camouflage,&lt;br /&gt;stealthy avoiding unwanted attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching her entering was a great relief to me. it was my turn to make my move. the surroundings almost tempted me to pause and admire the view before me. maybe next time, reminding myself of my priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vigilance empowered my five senses. carefully, i sought out the best possible place to hide my presence, without blinding myself. “They are safe for now”, I reassured myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Despite attracting more curious eyes, I felt like James Bond. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-7243839435098654919?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7243839435098654919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=7243839435098654919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/7243839435098654919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/7243839435098654919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-felt-like-james-bond-movie-part-2.html' title='iT fElt LikE a JameS bonD MovIe ( paRt 2 )'/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R7xCKF8IOjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LPgIBtaK8uw/s72-c/DSC01314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-9210107846365029946</id><published>2008-02-19T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T03:34:55.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iT fElt LikE a JameS bonD MovIe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R7r5y18IOiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fImJkfXRPe4/s1600-h/DSC01281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R7r5y18IOiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fImJkfXRPe4/s400/DSC01281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168718174229117474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with only a handphone,&lt;br /&gt;donned nothing but simple clothings,&lt;br /&gt;blending into the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;silently waiting......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring into the starless night, i could almost sensed suspicious eyes  staring at me, pondering on my intention. the little fountain, the night breeze, and the romantic atmosphere showed hints of threat to me - keep off this turf unless you are not alone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt care less..... something important needed my utmost attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the awkwardness and the hostile/confused gaze that i received, i really felt like james bond...haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-9210107846365029946?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/9210107846365029946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=9210107846365029946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/9210107846365029946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/9210107846365029946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-felt-like-james-bond-movie.html' title='iT fElt LikE a JameS bonD MovIe'/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R7r5y18IOiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fImJkfXRPe4/s72-c/DSC01281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-2355993801928180227</id><published>2008-02-15T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T10:07:00.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tOdaY waS fuNNNNNNNNNNN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R7XKJF8IOhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8WXERR6mtUc/s1600-h/DSC01292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R7XKJF8IOhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8WXERR6mtUc/s400/DSC01292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167258405039520274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn'T alL my PicTures CooL ?? hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As My title implies, today was p-e-5 * my class* house hopping day!! and guess what, MY HOUSE was the first destination * how cool *. We definitely had fun, despite lengthy travelling hours and our unlucky encounter of traffic jam on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since last year, i did not regret switching class ( from p-b-3 to p-e-5 ). it was THE decision of the year to me. * hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my class have the most diversified groups  of people compared to all other classes. we actually can distinguish each individuals, or rather , each groups of individuals by their characteristic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, for better comprehension, i shall list down a few examples,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a group of nerds ( no offence ),  their main goal : 5A's in  CAL examination&lt;br /&gt;we have a group of lamers , sometimes it is just too tough to laugh at their jokes&lt;br /&gt;we have a group of seniors,  each pursuing a 2 year CAl course&lt;br /&gt;we have a group of leaders and organisers, ones who  act  as pillars of pe5&lt;br /&gt;we have a group of jokers, who never fail to have fun in class&lt;br /&gt;we have a group of observers, people like me who only observe&lt;br /&gt;we have a group of outcasts, for some reasons they can 't fit into any  the group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our diversified attributes was our main impediment to strike a close rapport between groups. nevertheless, .each of us played an important role to form a class known as p-e-5 and i am proud to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just my 2 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word of the day :   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;" lang="JA"&gt;ともだち (  tomodachi ) , friends,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;朋友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-2355993801928180227?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/2355993801928180227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=2355993801928180227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/2355993801928180227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/2355993801928180227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-was-funnnnnnnnnnn.html' title='tOdaY waS fuNNNNNNNNNNN'/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R7XKJF8IOhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8WXERR6mtUc/s72-c/DSC01292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-7009435552050392220</id><published>2008-02-14T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:14:27.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R7RkKl8IOgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yUDkZi5K804/s1600-h/DSC01247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R7RkKl8IOgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yUDkZi5K804/s400/DSC01247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166864805646580226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hungry now??? German pork rox!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.... while u guys attempt to lick your monitor screen..... let me revel in bloggingg about how mundane my day was... * it was valentine's day * its not that i'm frustrated for not going out with a date, truth is, i'm pretty contented with my accomplishment today ( did my homework, learn some chinese characters, slept ) * tsk ..nothing to be proud of * .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i wondered how long more until i actually get excited over valentine's day, the plannings and preparation before valentine's day, the day itself and finally the sense of accomplishment after a romantic date. hmmm....i dont really care about it, just that this random thought crossed my mind while blogging * pretty instant * heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and trust me, should i ever get a chance, i will spend my valentine's day with * someone* differently, ( no roses, cards, sweets, etc ) * blah, how boring " . nevertheless, that day will be filled with romance and pure bliss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* no word of the day * * too lazy *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-7009435552050392220?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7009435552050392220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=7009435552050392220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/7009435552050392220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/7009435552050392220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/2008/02/hungry-now-german-pork-rox-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R7RkKl8IOgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yUDkZi5K804/s72-c/DSC01247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-5428035206305608187</id><published>2008-02-12T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:10:09.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ReViVal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R7GwOF8IOfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8mfhjfBwCSs/s1600-h/DSC01387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R7GwOF8IOfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8mfhjfBwCSs/s320/DSC01387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166104003729701362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a few months since i update my own blog.  well,  i'm not expecting  u guys to be loyal ,  but do visit my blog once in a while from today onwards, because i will update my blog more often!!!.... and what's more... free *cute*, * breathtaking*, *masterpiece* , * once in a lifetime* pictures will be uploaded for my fellow loyal readers to admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to embellish  my blog with a whole new lotsa features that will certainly make u guys drool over my blog. one of them, as u guys have probably noticed, is free pictures! * how cool!!!!! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm amazed at the increasing number of bloggers among my friends.  that prompted me to revive my blog and hopefully , get more readers!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i would like to announce my CHINESE NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i)  master english, mandarin , japanese, cantonese!!!&lt;br /&gt;ii) master microsoft words and excel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u guys want to help me achiceve my goals, please do. that's all from me for today!! caioz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word of the day  :   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;" lang="JA"&gt;おみやげ( omiyage ) ，sourvenir, 手信 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;* another cool features, stay tuned for more!! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;" lang="JA"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-5428035206305608187?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/5428035206305608187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=5428035206305608187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/5428035206305608187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/5428035206305608187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/2008/02/revival.html' title='ReViVal'/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk-fUBOXA50/R7GwOF8IOfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8mfhjfBwCSs/s72-c/DSC01387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-1922359615928019027</id><published>2007-12-24T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T23:27:30.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BeInG a PerFecTiOniSt iS NevEr EaSy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OnE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who always expects perfection will find difficulty compromising with others, let alone leading a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; December 2007 was a night worth to be remembered. It was the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary Night of Wonders concert organised by the Youth Section of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Subang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jaya&lt;/span&gt; Buddhist Association. I was the stage manager, along with 8 other wonderful crews working with me. I would say I had the worst job, but the most rewarding one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We worked from 9 am until the end of the concert ( approximately around 11.30 p.m. ) , with only short intervals for our meals. I spent 2 days in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Tourism&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Center&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to complete my tasks. Fatigue overwhelmed me, but nothing dents my spirit …….. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until……..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Approximately 5.00p.m., I was sitting down , rescheduling and re-coordinating my crews due to late requests. Surprisingly, 2 hours before the concert, we have not met 3 performers. Out of 13 performances, we had only 8 performances for the full-dress rehearsal, which was the last and the most important one. Then, at around 5.30 p.m., we had to call one of the performers to enquire about their set up for their performance. When I found out that they need 6 microphones and 6 microphone stands, the thought of giving up just crossed my mind. I was astonished at myself too, for such thought never came across my mind. The lack of practice, the never-ending demands, and the late requests were not helping me to feel any better. The 3 performers rehearsed 1 hour before the concert, the last performer finished their rehearsal 10 minutes before the concert was scheduled to start. As a perfectionist, it bothered me very much because all hopes of having a perfect smooth run for the concert seemed like a forlorn belief to me. I focused on my schedule, and tried my best to suppress the thought. I did not want to fail my crews, after all the hard works we gone through, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t the time to stop. Giving up is the worst sin a leader can commits. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, at the end of the day, my crews did a wonderful job. Their execution was near-perfection, even surpassed my expectations. I was extremely proud of my crews for their hard works, determination and perseverance. Of course, we had slight hiccups during the concert, but nothing was obvious enough for the audience to notice. The lack of practice and late requests were not an obstacle to them. Should I handle any projects in the near future, these 8 names will be top in my list to help me out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I learned more valuable lessons during that day compared to my entire year in college. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The joy of success that night was something beyond the joy of getting excellent results for my examination. The sense of achievement, bliss and pride was beyond words to describe. I will never forget that night because it was one of my turning points in my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-1922359615928019027?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/1922359615928019027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=1922359615928019027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/1922359615928019027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/1922359615928019027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/2007/12/being-perfectionist-is-never-easy.html' title='BeInG a PerFecTiOniSt iS NevEr EaSy'/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-1927852301995464378</id><published>2007-11-22T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T07:24:09.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhY??</title><content type='html'>i have been wondering.... since exams are over.... i stil can't get the feel... u know... the relaxed feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there is something missing in my life right now... but i can't just figure out what the hell it is.... something that i should attempt?? something that i should complete??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow.. it is bothering me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something seems to be amiss....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-1927852301995464378?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/1927852301995464378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=1927852301995464378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/1927852301995464378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/1927852301995464378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/2007/11/why.html' title='WhY??'/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-7800254552859500086</id><published>2007-11-09T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T10:02:39.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PeoPle ChaNge.....</title><content type='html'>but sadly... not for the better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course.... changes in our life are inevitable.... but....for the better for only yourself and to the detriment of your friendship??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not jumping into conclusion after listening to 1 side of the story.... so if you will...please prove me wrong...  i guess you wil not even have time reading my blog too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think its worthwhile sacrificing the close rapport you have established with you friends for years just because of a guy.... then so be it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i could not fathom the reason behind your sudden and unexpected behaviour... by pushing us away... it seems  satifying your partner every need...every demand .... every lust is your only goal in life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do tell me that what i heard about you are all untrue.... for someone who trusted you... its tough to believe and accept the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please... bring back your true self which we adore... cherish the moments we gona spend .. i can assure you that we do not have much time...left....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please .... by all means... prove to me that i misjudge you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-7800254552859500086?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7800254552859500086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=7800254552859500086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/7800254552859500086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/7800254552859500086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/2007/11/people-change.html' title='PeoPle ChaNge.....'/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-1567627782429569507</id><published>2007-11-08T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:43:41.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 MoRe WeeKs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arghhhh&lt;/span&gt;...can u ever imagine 1 paper per week.... how torturing.... even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt; are ending earlier than me!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; that is so unfair....     what have we done to deserve such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lengthy   &lt;/span&gt; examination period???  sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i can say all the papers i have attempted is pretty much do-able..... nevertheless.... tougher than i expected.... and this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CAl&lt;/span&gt; course had taught me another lesson - time is of the essence.. if you ever lose focus even for a minute in any of those papers...... you can only sigh at your stupidity and hasten your pace for the remaining minutes...... i cant even afford to look around to scout for pretty gals...how sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..... as you all know.... exam month are the most uninteresting period EVER!!!.....  and that explains  how short my blog will be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------this short ---------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-1567627782429569507?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-1283711427057935455</id><published>2007-10-12T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:27:36.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TrUth..</title><content type='html'>sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder whether i should be thankful for the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a freaking perfectionist....&lt;br /&gt;i cannot accept flaws... and if i ever did some mistake... ill promise not to repeat the same mistake twice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even had a dream of forming an all perfect buddies to organise something memorable... well... the truth is... i did notice "potential" buddies, though very very few..... and the amount of buddies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; enough to even organise something simple . yeah... someone told me to give up.... but those who knew me long enough will probably realize that it is not that easy to dent my hope or determination....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my dream with all these buddies is to organise an outing with a bunch of orphans to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sunway&lt;/span&gt; lagoon... of course problems will occur.. but as long as it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt;, i would consider my dream accomplished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still searching for "them" , ( actually , that is one of the reason why i involved myself so much in temple activities ) , because i told " that someone " that 1 day, i will prove to her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i be thankful for the fact that  i have this "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; ape  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; ape " attitude. i am the kind of guy that is not firm, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; can't scold anyone... no matter how much they screw up or piss  me off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times when i really tried my best to contain my anger... i wouldn't say it is a better alternative... because ( for some reason) . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certain incidents this year have made me wonder which " way " should i sway.... because being a perfectionist and having this "take ape &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; ape " attitude certainly will not blend well with each other.... in fact... both are directly opposite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; cant decide for myself... yeah.. i know this post if kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;... and yeah yeah i know i have promise myself not to be emo anymore... but i cant tell my bestest friends because one of them is having exams.... one of them.. well hehe lets just say i am discussing another matter with him/her.... another one... hmm i guess ill let him/her enjoy the holidays first.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such post are really really rare.... if you did not read this post... you will probably realize i am happy and emo-less througout the year..right ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe....because i want to keep my promise as long as i can....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now...( i am waiting for my friend to complete his/her exam... so we can sit down and have a good chat again )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-5889069478602746647</id><published>2007-10-11T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T10:01:46.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uPs &amp; DoWns</title><content type='html'>my day started off with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad lucks,&lt;br /&gt;poor concentration,&lt;br /&gt;trembling hands,&lt;br /&gt;lengthy question,&lt;br /&gt;time consuming experiment,&lt;br /&gt;hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of "educated" guess work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our chemistry practical exam, i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; disappointed. but i was already looking forward for the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night started off with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; skill,&lt;br /&gt;practicing to defend myself against 2 gals,&lt;br /&gt;learning ways to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tighten &lt;/span&gt; my defence against 4 gals,&lt;br /&gt;fail miserably on all 3,&lt;br /&gt;a success for a surprise bd celebration,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, i was really satisfied. All my planning and hard work had not been futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to yh n hl for helping me to plan..... specials credits to hadry's mum for cooking for us ..and his bro... for lending a helping hand on this memorable day for all of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arigatou gozaimasu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-5889069478602746647?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/5889069478602746647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=5889069478602746647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/5889069478602746647'/><link 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class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Futsal&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is really cheap if you play in the afternoon and have at least 3 student card ( 45 bucks for 1 and a half hour ) .... cheap huh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mamak&lt;/span&gt; at 11.15 today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is accompanied by a few friend of mine , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;milo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ais&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;telur&lt;/span&gt;.... sadly, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt; moment only last 45 minutes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is tough and requires &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of consistency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have promised myself in order to beat someone , i ought to scored straight As in CAL examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WisH mE LuCk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-5506414093896657741?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/5506414093896657741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=5506414093896657741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/5506414093896657741'/><link rel='self' 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confirm the buyers and on day 5 i had purposely drove to someone house just to pass him the ticket....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now , that is call pure commitment... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now... 3 more tickets is on the way for me 2 sell....but im not worried...eheheh .. i still have 2 more friends wana buy the tickets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. the reward for the most ticket sales is 2 t-shirt for first.... 1 t-shirt for second.. i am not really into getting those shirts... but i thought since tickets sales was related to business and marketing... might as well check whether i had talent....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, even before i receive the tickets... i had plans....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First wave : create awareness among " potential buyers ".... and that is exactly what i did during my outing with my classmates... i told them about it... making sure they are free during that day... and i'm surprise that a few are indeed interested...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second wave : since it was a 2-week holiday... i did not do much but waited till college reopen....&lt;br /&gt;and then..!!! i started "banging" on them ... first, i told them obviously the details... and then the programmes ( just a little ) ...and persuade them until they bought it.... constantly using " lai la, lai la " term.... after a few bought it.... i start to ask the buyer's friend to buy.... ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i even manage to sell to my chemistry lecturer.....eheh cool ler... adult ticket man.!!!&lt;br /&gt;but the reason why she bought so easily is because she herself is a buddhist...but still a lecturer...woohoo!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.... just now my frens ( yong hui and jin wei ) told me this tactics very annoying..sigh...ahahaha...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i  think i have talent in marketing...ehehehe....( jkin )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-8756931469892637904?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/8756931469892637904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=8756931469892637904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/8756931469892637904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, all 16 of us were playing at 4 different courts after most of the players there went back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really felt bad smashing gals..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-6394570844886145247?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/6394570844886145247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=6394570844886145247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/6394570844886145247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;alot more patience to master chinese&lt;br /&gt;alot more of reading to conquer english..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... nothing is easy.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-80769706162579518?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/80769706162579518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=80769706162579518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/80769706162579518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/80769706162579518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-few-more.html' title='just a few more...'/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-7546357657601088957</id><published>2007-09-12T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T01:43:02.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My lOng LoSt BloG</title><content type='html'>exam are over....phew.... holidays have started... but im not quite happy... although my trials is over... our final exam is 1 month away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not updating... i was really lazy to update my blog since the start of my exam ( even before ) ... reason because my brother and his gf came to our house for holidays ( yea it was a month ago ?? ) got pretty busy but as the same time did not wish to expose my blog to anyone else... even them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also realize how long i did not exercise.... just a 2 hour of futsal took a heavy toll on my muscles.. the moment i woke up... every inch of my muscle was groaning in pain... not only that... before i fully recovered.... i went to watch movie ( rat-----to ---ee  and the secret ) with my college mates in midvalley... the largest shopping mall... and walking around mid valley doesnt seem so fun for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... ill update more tonite.... there are many things i havent include here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-7546357657601088957?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7546357657601088957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>hours of darkness .... and boredom...</title><content type='html'>i was just enjoying ( watching ) the football match and suddenly.... the whole area ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;usj&lt;/span&gt; 12 ) suffered a  blackout... on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; NIGHT!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my plans after watching football match involve my computer and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;..... so the only thing i did was to lie down on my bed.... recall my awesome week .. and pray hard i could sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we are too dependant on electricity.... had i been younger... i would have lighted a candle and form whatever shadow i could imagine....  open the entrance door and enjoy the night breeze... staring at the pitch black sky... and wait patiently for the electricity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.... i don't even have a candle.... and playing with shadows with a torchlight is kinda lame don't you think... especially when you are playing alone..... should i wish to enjoy the night breeze... i have to unlock 4 different locks which is seriously troublesome... staring at the sky is no longer enjoyable.. especially when there are no company.....  each minute of darkness was greeted with silent curses... patience is no longer one of my virtues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wondered how we can grapple with our lives without electricity... because there is absolutely nothing we can do besides thinking of some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt; games to play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blackout also cause my blog to be shorter.... because i need to sleep now...so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nitez&lt;/span&gt;...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-7783776760685868474</id><published>2007-08-11T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T09:00:05.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My FirSt TiMe CondutIng YS SeSsion!!</title><content type='html'>first of all, sorry for not updating ... i was wondering wether i should stick with blogdrive or change to blogspot... yea it took kinda long for me to decide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay!! As you all know, 27 of july is one of those days i will never forget.. i actually conduct a session!!! yes i know its sooo late for me to blog about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it wasn't really my intention to conduct a session that early... i certainly wished to lead a session, but not when i'm still so blur and new.....  It was supposed to be an outdoor sports activity for YS session , and since i'm the sports manager( and it was me who suggest to have a monthly sports activity for YS ) ... i call up every single place ( sports planet, jaya square etc etc ) but to no avail..... so what choice do i have besides having it in temple ??  i actually wanted to play dodgeball but we can't use meditation hall for the moment... so we have to use YS room.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo.... after puja.... i started introduction and i counted around 18 people attended today's session .... including 6 ecxos....and my bro!!....  after that, i started a little ice breaking game which was abit messy.... ( hey i only learn how 2 play that day itself!! ) i was just so bad at crowd controlling... my voices just sank into whispers... fortunately... my friends helped me ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i started the game , helium stick.... and it was such a torment to me trying to explain and keeping them attentive at the same time...  they are suppose to form 4 lines and the moment they stood up....  talking to them was like  trying to talk to a  group of people  in a crowded market.. but luckily, a few excos helped me out too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... i guess i have forgot most of the it already.... but one thing for sure, i have learned many lessons just from a simple session ... i knew my flaws.... and within that short span of time... my confidence grew tenfolds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i'm looking forward to conduct another session.... but that is after i have improve myself ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-7783776760685868474?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7783776760685868474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=7783776760685868474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/7783776760685868474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/7783776760685868474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-first-time-conduting-ys-session.html' title='My FirSt TiMe CondutIng YS SeSsion!!'/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409683589366136940.post-8244131766720065284</id><published>2007-08-11T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T08:04:17.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post</title><content type='html'>Have to change to blogspot due to peer pressure..... i don't want to be the only one using blogdrive.... malunye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409683589366136940-8244131766720065284?l=the-story-of-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/feeds/8244131766720065284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409683589366136940&amp;postID=8244131766720065284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/8244131766720065284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409683589366136940/posts/default/8244131766720065284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-story-of-v.blogspot.com/2007/08/1st-post.html' title='1st post'/><author><name>v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
