<?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-72113367329282776</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:09:34.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on air</title><subtitle type='html'>constantly losing to the world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-4070430698649748633</id><published>2009-08-29T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T07:39:14.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3A-03</title><content type='html'>few days ago the scholars finally received their allowance and so one of the ultimate spender, Alan King, suggested that all the 3A-03 occupants go out and have some fun and we all agreed, including the Indian aka Girish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to Sunway Pyramid to have some Carl's Junior burger.. it's been a while since all 6 of us sat on the same table having dinner so it was real fun.. the nonsense talk kept flying in.. and not to mention the random shots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk4YPxnrMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/7-Dlf6EVEIA/s1600-h/Jojo026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk4YPxnrMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/7-Dlf6EVEIA/s200/Jojo026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375389619446066370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk4X4U16BI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7jQeI-q-lsg/s1600-h/Jojo025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk4X4U16BI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7jQeI-q-lsg/s200/Jojo025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375389613151348754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk4XVDmUvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_XAuzN9SFt8/s1600-h/Jojo024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk4XVDmUvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_XAuzN9SFt8/s200/Jojo024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375389603683783410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roommates shot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the most popular burger choice for the night was double western something something.. cost us but on that day, we felt rich, thanks to allowance.. lol.. and here was how the burger set looked like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk3gkgXSqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Psz1lVMs-zk/s1600-h/Jojo023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk3gkgXSqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Psz1lVMs-zk/s320/Jojo023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375388662938159778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are shots of each one of us tackling the burger minus ji chuan who ordered something else instead.. so we got the ball rolling with alan, then girish, then the fool aka yu full, jason then me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk5MTDoG_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/83DCxAZjJMo/s1600-h/Jojo029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk5MTDoG_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/83DCxAZjJMo/s200/Jojo029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375390513680096242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk5MzgSRuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/oMVGdpueR8c/s1600-h/Jojo030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk5MzgSRuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/oMVGdpueR8c/s200/Jojo030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375390522390234850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk5NNaxW-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/2D10HzBtVAU/s1600-h/Jojo032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk5NNaxW-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/2D10HzBtVAU/s200/Jojo032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375390529346427874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk5Nsy5LaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/3OJ_gZsGOT4/s1600-h/Jojo033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk5Nsy5LaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/3OJ_gZsGOT4/s200/Jojo033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375390537769102754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk5OMsK12I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/h8BtK4U-bcY/s1600-h/Jojo034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk5OMsK12I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/h8BtK4U-bcY/s200/Jojo034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375390546330834786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's ji chuan eating his coney dog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk5p6nd_dI/AAAAAAAAAVY/0dpEhztnZPc/s1600-h/Jojo028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk5p6nd_dI/AAAAAAAAAVY/0dpEhztnZPc/s200/Jojo028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375391022515617234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poor guy.. had two use two straws as his chopsticks cuz it was kinda difficult for him to eat it bare-handed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the meal was real huge and at the end of it, some of us came out as a winner and some, well, the loser.. and also an opportunist.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk6YLgi90I/AAAAAAAAAVg/83KHQmg42Pc/s1600-h/Jojo036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk6YLgi90I/AAAAAAAAAVg/83KHQmg42Pc/s200/Jojo036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375391817323968322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the loser, yu full.. can't finish his burger and gave it away to alan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk6YbK-lmI/AAAAAAAAAVo/PJ1gp98mIoQ/s1600-h/Jojo037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk6YbK-lmI/AAAAAAAAAVo/PJ1gp98mIoQ/s200/Jojo037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375391821528471138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the winner, alan.. as usual this eating machine had no difficulties in finishing his share and yu full's.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk6Yxwyy5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/0dYDP7Y5UqQ/s1600-h/Jojo038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk6Yxwyy5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/0dYDP7Y5UqQ/s200/Jojo038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375391827592661906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the face of an opportunist.. Girish wasn't even done with his burger yet when yu full conceded defeat and offered his burger, Girish was quick in TRYING to snatch it.. but he lost out to the King, Alan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once we were done we walked around and somehow ended up buying shirts at Baleno, no thanks to JICH.. and after that we went to Asian Avenue and there's where the fun really was.. we played Dance Dance Revolution and the King is super damn good at it whereas the rest of the 3A-03 tenants, we were plain bad.. but ultimately the night belonged to yu full, with his dancing style.. right guys?? wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we ended up really spending money.. the fool aka yu full didn't buy any shirts but he got himself a pair of converse.. alan was busy persuading me to but anything and everything that was in the stores that we went.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before we left for home, we just couldn't resist, or more like alan couldn't resist, to spread our 3A-03 signature pose, The Koala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk80Ve_koI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZcyTui-NaXE/s1600-h/Jojo042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk80Ve_koI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZcyTui-NaXE/s320/Jojo042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375394500061401730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan hugging the pillar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well that's about it for our hanging out session in pyramid.. overall, a night full of fun and laughter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-4070430698649748633?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/4070430698649748633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/08/3a-03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/4070430698649748633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/4070430698649748633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/08/3a-03.html' title='3A-03'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Spk4YPxnrMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/7-Dlf6EVEIA/s72-c/Jojo026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-1739758994095841846</id><published>2009-08-18T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:21:53.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We WOWED WOW! day..</title><content type='html'>we don't know how it feels to grow up without parents..&lt;br /&gt;we don't know how it feels to call people unrelated to us brother or sister since young..&lt;br /&gt;we don't know how it feels to be staying in the same house with over 30 people..&lt;br /&gt;we just don't.......&lt;br /&gt;unless we're orphans living in an orphanage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 15th of august 2009, some of the scholars from JPA and MARA had the chance to meet and mingle with the kids from a few orphanage thanks to WOW Day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorLG_qkroI/AAAAAAAAARY/q-Ri3ytlAkw/s1600-h/WOW+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371328826622389890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorLG_qkroI/AAAAAAAAARY/q-Ri3ytlAkw/s320/WOW+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the day we tried to make them feel like a star, feel loved and most importantly, to let them know WE CARE.. it was also a day of fun. not only for the kids, but also the volunteers and the members of LP129..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started with the kids arriving at the putrajaya botanical garden.. they were then seated together before being split into groups..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorNBD3ANTI/AAAAAAAAARg/z5eMu7EQiII/s1600-h/kids+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371330923692307762" style="WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorNBD3ANTI/AAAAAAAAARg/z5eMu7EQiII/s320/kids+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorNo-hDV0I/AAAAAAAAARw/B_dssoRx6Qc/s1600-h/kids+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371331609452828482" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorNo-hDV0I/AAAAAAAAARw/B_dssoRx6Qc/s320/kids+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once split into groups, it was up to the volunteers and team captain to bond the team together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorPKprvp-I/AAAAAAAAASA/J3rBsp19CiQ/s1600-h/bonding+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371333287487711202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorPKprvp-I/AAAAAAAAASA/J3rBsp19CiQ/s200/bonding+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorPKfZrM0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/OsVQJzr0zVc/s1600-h/bonding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371333284727567170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorPKfZrM0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/OsVQJzr0zVc/s200/bonding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorQYMO963I/AAAAAAAAASQ/RUxLIndaZJY/s1600-h/bonding+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371334619612179314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorQYMO963I/AAAAAAAAASQ/RUxLIndaZJY/s200/bonding+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;and then we had some games, performance and some other activities organized by the LP129 peeps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorRhgg2BpI/AAAAAAAAASY/_WUAQhq7_HE/s1600-h/warm+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371335879186318994" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorRhgg2BpI/AAAAAAAAASY/_WUAQhq7_HE/s200/warm+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; warming up session before the activities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorSoozV6eI/AAAAAAAAASg/E1cgp4gD1TA/s1600-h/simon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371337101182101986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorSoozV6eI/AAAAAAAAASg/E1cgp4gD1TA/s200/simon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; playing simon says..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorS9ZocV4I/AAAAAAAAASo/GxtSxVO9Cm4/s1600-h/simon+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371337457887106946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorS9ZocV4I/AAAAAAAAASo/GxtSxVO9Cm4/s200/simon+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these were just some of the things we did.. simple and all, but we did it.. we WOWED WOW day.. we made the kids happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorVVbp71zI/AAAAAAAAATA/lyqYVGwVLJI/s1600-h/happy+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371340069770352434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorVVbp71zI/AAAAAAAAATA/lyqYVGwVLJI/s200/happy+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorVUoeAQ_I/AAAAAAAAASw/fW3qxTQI8ac/s1600-h/happy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371340056030102514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorVUoeAQ_I/AAAAAAAAASw/fW3qxTQI8ac/s200/happy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorVU1TSbsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/VSad_meIxSE/s1600-h/happy+kid+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371340059474816706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorVU1TSbsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/VSad_meIxSE/s200/happy+kid+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy kids.. and happy volunteers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorV_UYwAyI/AAAAAAAAATo/7XWF_nwVscc/s1600-h/we+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371340789373731618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorV_UYwAyI/AAAAAAAAATo/7XWF_nwVscc/s200/we+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorV-xHnEKI/AAAAAAAAATg/IqyHPehMJr4/s1600-h/we+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371340779906601122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorV-xHnEKI/AAAAAAAAATg/IqyHPehMJr4/s200/we+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorV-flTQII/AAAAAAAAATY/YeFbDMVfYeg/s1600-h/we+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371340775199293570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorV-flTQII/AAAAAAAAATY/YeFbDMVfYeg/s200/we+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorV90BMooI/AAAAAAAAATQ/TFmtx7MPEps/s1600-h/we+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371340763505140354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorV90BMooI/AAAAAAAAATQ/TFmtx7MPEps/s200/we+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorV9epW6qI/AAAAAAAAATI/xxmC-O3n12c/s1600-h/we.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371340757768006306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorV9epW6qI/AAAAAAAAATI/xxmC-O3n12c/s200/we.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorWlttdFwI/AAAAAAAAATw/Xi5Tc5uD7Vk/s1600-h/we+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371341449006487298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorWlttdFwI/AAAAAAAAATw/Xi5Tc5uD7Vk/s200/we+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;and we promoted the koala hug..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorW-K_EMtI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8HYPQWpvnk8/s1600-h/koala+hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371341869181842130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorW-K_EMtI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8HYPQWpvnk8/s200/koala+hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;and the kids followed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorXKmBKFyI/AAAAAAAAAUA/nQUc8XVuBl8/s1600-h/koala+hug+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371342082596804386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorXKmBKFyI/AAAAAAAAAUA/nQUc8XVuBl8/s200/koala+hug+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a tiring day.. but all in all, for what it's worth, it was worth all the while.. the practice effort put in for the performances, the amount of energy that we brought in on WOW day, only one word to describe it.. AWESOME.. and it shows we scholars are no nerds, WE"RE AWESOME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorYvJmXrwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/7nS6NEexrLw/s1600-h/we+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371343810135043842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorYvJmXrwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/7nS6NEexrLw/s200/we+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;i take my hats off to those who were there and those who gave in their best to help make WOW day a really WOW day.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-1739758994095841846?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/1739758994095841846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-wowed-wow-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/1739758994095841846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/1739758994095841846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-wowed-wow-day.html' title='We WOWED WOW! day..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SorLG_qkroI/AAAAAAAAARY/q-Ri3ytlAkw/s72-c/WOW+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-8774015414599939789</id><published>2009-08-05T07:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T08:27:10.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random-ity</title><content type='html'>today induction officially ended so starting next week hopefully life will be less tiring.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm taking the time to just write nonsense.. so yeah.. here goes.. let me start with the room in my apartment.. well i got the master bedroom.. sounds cool but the master bedroom is really small.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SnmdBJ_OhYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Fb3o7unu2os/s1600-h/Jojo186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SnmdBJ_OhYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Fb3o7unu2os/s320/Jojo186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366493074175198594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the bed in the room.. and here's the study table..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SnmdplOD9bI/AAAAAAAAAP4/gzIDyHiReZU/s1600-h/Jojo187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SnmdplOD9bI/AAAAAAAAAP4/gzIDyHiReZU/s320/Jojo187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366493768679945650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bear in mind we're using standing fans.. lol.. the life of a scholar.. and speaking of scholar, here's a random pic with me and my housemate in toefl class.. and we're dressed like that for presentation.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SnmhMUNEIfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/VRYAFO40s8w/s1600-h/Jojo195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SnmhMUNEIfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/VRYAFO40s8w/s320/Jojo195.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366497663942664690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and o, my friend, his name is yu full.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done with the human side, i kinda miss my cat back home in kuching :( nevertheless, i manage to release some of the missing feeling by playing with some of the cats i found on the street.. well not exactly play but somehow it helps with the missing feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Snmi-3aUhsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/an9XNtDWq3U/s1600-h/Jojo212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Snmi-3aUhsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/an9XNtDWq3U/s320/Jojo212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366499631898592962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Snmi-mQEinI/AAAAAAAAAQo/f0j8ibsbz1Y/s1600-h/Jojo209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Snmi-mQEinI/AAAAAAAAAQo/f0j8ibsbz1Y/s320/Jojo209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366499627292199538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Snmi-SzHsLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8ppwk8hm2vQ/s1600-h/Jojo208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Snmi-SzHsLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8ppwk8hm2vQ/s320/Jojo208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366499622070497458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Snmi-MdLtVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rJlsG0zQrl4/s1600-h/Jojo207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Snmi-MdLtVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rJlsG0zQrl4/s320/Jojo207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366499620367873362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Snmi9u6jGwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FmwU4MsR4Xo/s1600-h/Jojo206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Snmi9u6jGwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FmwU4MsR4Xo/s320/Jojo206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366499612437977858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love cats so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one here, a dog kinda reminds me of narnia.. Aslan if i'm not mistaken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Snmjw4b86VI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/SO4nVubGTqo/s1600-h/Jojo192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Snmjw4b86VI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/SO4nVubGTqo/s320/Jojo192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366500491167328594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda odd looking but still it's actually quite cute.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess that's about it for a random post.. it's been a long day, no thanks to swimming just now.. now i'm super tired.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tall, fair and pretty ei-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-8774015414599939789?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/8774015414599939789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-ity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/8774015414599939789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/8774015414599939789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-ity.html' title='random-ity'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SnmdBJ_OhYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Fb3o7unu2os/s72-c/Jojo186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-5125129512483844734</id><published>2009-07-21T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:05:52.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>need a break..</title><content type='html'>i am seriously looking for a break.. life so far has been anything but fun.. i'm constantly sleep depraved.. best part is i'm sick (i sort of recovered today.. feeling way better than i did yesterday..) spending really is an issue since my allowance hasn't come in yet.. i've to stay up late almost every night to finish my assignments and SAT stuffs.. i'm feeling stressful.. i've to walk a distance to get to the nearest ATM.. i ran out of cash today without realising it.. lucky i have such good friends who were willing to walk with me to the ATM machine at 9 at night.. i'm STRESSED.. I NEED A BREAK!! can someone share this with me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently sitting in OldTown White Coffee together with my housemates .. after what seems like a long time, i finally have some time at night to be leisuring around.. the place is really comfortable and relaxing.. good since my mind is pretty occupied right now.. i hate life here.. i'm used to it no doubt but i'm not having fun at all.. i do have fun when i'm together with my friends just making the whole class laugh (i daresay we're very good in doing that and now we're labeled the jokers, me and ji chuan) but otherwise, it's kinda dull.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the OldTown waiter just screwed up a simple order.. can i get even more unlucky??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really tired.. but today, for the first time in God knows how many years, i laughed till my tears almost came out.. It was SAT class and it was really funny when ji chuan and I were competing to get the questions right.. man it was great.. i really needed that.. we both laughed and laughed and his face was so red when we were done.. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OldTown's toast is really good!! or is it because i miss eating toasted bread with kaya and butter.. anyway, i love the toast here.. yummy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's gonna be a long day but i guess it's just another day for me.. and o, the song 'yesterday' by The Beatles is stuck in my head.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i feel useless-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-5125129512483844734?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/5125129512483844734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-6483333739064628433</id><published>2009-07-15T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:57:11.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic..</title><content type='html'>taking time off from my assignments.. i need a breather..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially sick no thanks to yu full.. i'm super tired no thanks to the hectic schedule i have.. i'm under lots of stress for the first time in my life.. yay me.. if only those stupid programs be omitted from the program then i should be fine.. but sadly no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-super tired-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-6483333739064628433?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-2821082733099636661</id><published>2009-07-12T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:36:23.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day bad day..</title><content type='html'>ok today was really a bad day.. so bad that i was super tense and was at the verge of exploding.. lol.. can put the blame on my annoying cousin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was away at my aunt's place over the weekend.. see i was really looking forward to the weekend for a good rest and relaxation session after a tiring week.. so my plan had been to just rest and more rest.. my cousin however, had other plans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he continuously bugged me throughout my stay at my aunt's place that i realy felt like slapping his annoying mouth.. he had to ask all sort of stupid questions or start up stupid conversations.. oh ya, he's 11.. why can't he just keep quiet sometimes.. sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't mind those long trips my aunt and uncle took me along for had it not been for that little bugger who couldn't stop talking.. he was extremely annoying today which caused me to be super tense the whole day.. it wasn't till just now that i felt better.. stress stress stress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, despite all the stress and tension and all, i know, no matter how bad the day can be, i'll always end it with a smile.. thanks to a certain someone (you know who you are XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-no matter how a bad a day can be, it always will start with a smile and ends with one thanks to you-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-2821082733099636661?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-7822690052178714518</id><published>2009-07-11T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:44:28.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>counting lessons, anyone??</title><content type='html'>1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;br /&gt;Give me more loving than I’ve ever had&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel better when I’m feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I’m special even though I know I’m not&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel good when I hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;Barely getting mad&lt;br /&gt;I’m so glad I found you&lt;br /&gt;I love being around you&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy&lt;br /&gt;Its as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one thing&lt;br /&gt;To Do&lt;br /&gt;Three words&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I’ll do&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;Give me more loving from the very start&lt;br /&gt;Piece me back together when I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel good when I hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;You’re the best that I’ve had&lt;br /&gt;And I’m so glad I found you&lt;br /&gt;I love being around you&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one thing&lt;br /&gt;To Do&lt;br /&gt;Three words&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I’ll do&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy as 1 2 1 2 3 4&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one thing&lt;br /&gt;To Do&lt;br /&gt;Three words&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I’ll do&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;1-2-3-4&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-7822690052178714518?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/7822690052178714518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/07/counting-lessons-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/7822690052178714518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/7822690052178714518'/><link 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which was about how to take challenges in life.. i felt that was pretty good.. but other than that, the sessions all are still a waste of time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to mydin tonight and it was quite cheap the groceries.. which is definitely helpful for us scholars since most of us are low on cash.. lol.. allowance will only be given earliest next month.. so us scholars really got shallow pockets.. jason tiong, a new friend i met was saying, 'if this is the life of a scholar, then it sucks'.. lol.. dinner tonight was once again, black pepper chicken rice.. really have to tighten on the spending.. now i wish was in kuching because there i get to eat as much as i want.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mimi isn't really feeling well.. haihz.. hope she'll get better soon.. missing her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow morning again the thing starts at 10.. but we're walking to campus tomorrow.. about half an hour walk.. should be fun.. lol.. though i'm super sure i am not looking forward to tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SlSwtJ4Q8uI/AAAAAAAAAPg/fj3nH0vYJBk/s1600-h/Hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SlSwtJ4Q8uI/AAAAAAAAAPg/fj3nH0vYJBk/s320/Hand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356100146642875106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also got mimi!! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-if only i can make a wish-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-4195046978517182392?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/4195046978517182392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-7581731598240653954</id><published>2009-07-07T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:20:49.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAT anyone??</title><content type='html'>ok today was crazy.. i took the longest test i've ever taken in my entire life, SAT.. though it was just a diagnostic test, man it was tough.. 10 sections altogether.. math and english are the main component of the paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the english question, tough.. super long passages and answers can't be extracted directly.. really have to think a lot.. the math, simple (form 5 standard with the add math and math combined) though i've to admit i kinda forget the formulas and all which made life difficult for myself.. lol.. hopefully i can score well come october when we take the test for real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the 4 hour test wasn't bad enough, the 2 hour aptitude test was worst.. complete waste of time.. the time for that stupid test should've been reserved for sleeping!! it's super tiring to get up at 5.30 everyday and coming back (as in reaching the apartment at 7 something).. tiring lifestyle.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i met howard and gavin today at campus.. that bugger howard came all the way from shah alam just to hang out at taylors.. lol.. so we catch up a bit and all.. he seems to be enjoying himself there..  at least his schedule ain't that packed as mine.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting used to life here in subang.. basically nothing much to do also.. i only wish that i had more time to rest.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-waking up every morning with a smile-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-7581731598240653954?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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arrogant monkeys out there, but it doesn't really matter.. the deal is to finish studying with first class honors.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot to mention how sad the apartment is.. i'm in a master bedroom, small though.. and there's no heater in it nor a ceiling fan.. all that's there is a stand fan.. nice.. and there's no tv, no microwave, the fridge stinks and the water heater doesn't work at the outside bathroom.. so ya, sad.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes for ADP students will only start next month.. i am so not looking forward to the induction program cuz it's kinda like time wasting.. even my other friends say so.. we really envy those ICPU students cuz they're starting class tomorrow and they'll be off to canada (if they reach the required pointer) next year.. we only envy the starting class tomorrow part.. at least they don't have to undergo some noob induction program..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look forward only for weekends because then i'll be off to my aunty's house.. lol.. and and most definitely the raya break! i want to go home and meet up someone.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so damn tired so i guess is should stop crapping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SlIH9_aDNuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/EAROmwJ83YI/s1600-h/Jojo002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SlIH9_aDNuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/EAROmwJ83YI/s320/Jojo002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355351668471052002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-need a laugh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-7161566850271104395?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SlIH9_aDNuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/EAROmwJ83YI/s72-c/Jojo002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-3371739262150633372</id><published>2009-07-04T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:48:19.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the lack of sleep and the whole day out..</title><content type='html'>ok i went to bed roughly around 1 something in the morning.. took a shower before that and when i was ready to jump in bed, my cousin was snoring.. o ya, he's 8 by the way.. so it took me a while before i could really sleep and for God knows why, i woke up at 5.. tried to sleep again but couldn't cuz cousin so loud :( that was bad, but there's worst..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after fruitless effort to try to go back to sleep, i got up at about 8 something and take my shower.. and when i got out wrapped in towel and topless, i got quite a shock to see the maid in the room.. appuu.. i looked at her and she looked at me and i retreated back to the shower.. once i was sure she was out then i went out.. reported t mimi immediately about the spoilt morning.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dressing up, went down and had a quick bite.. i was supposed to go out today with my aunt and uncle and we left at about 10 something and we had brunch at some indian restaurant.. after that, we drove round town and headed to kl hilton.. my dad was supposed to meet someone there... but the guy wasn't there so uncle brought us round kl for fun.. then we went back to change car and my uncle decided to stay home.. so aunt took over and brought us to an electrical appliance shop (something about her new 50 inch plasma tv).. and o, she wanted to give me and my sis a car since she has so many at home yet only two person can drive at home.. i didn't agree cuz kl road, scary.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once done at the shop, we went to UM to pick up my sis and meet her up.. we waited for a long long time before sis was released.. one hour plus wait.. insane.. once she appeared, we headed straight to some chicken rice shop, forgot the name but it was packed even though it's already 4.. show's how popular the place is.. had chicken and and pork!! damn delicious wei! ngahaha.. i was so happy to abuse the pork.. two type some more.. after that, we headed to the curve shopping mall and i got myself a pair of giordano jeans.. then we headed to cineleisure cuz my aunt wanna book transformers 2 tickets but it was all sold out (thank God).. so we went home but i couldn't rest since my cousins keep bugging me.. i was so tired..after i took my shower, uncle ask us to go out again for dinner.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to some chinese restaurant and my aunt ordered lots of food.. seeing today is the last day i get to eat that much, i really enjoyed myself eating especially the crabs.. lol.. tomorrow i'll be off early, 8 to taylors.. so lazy.. wish i was staying with my aunt.. that'll be great (internet damn fast here) wonder if my apartment in taylors is that fast or not the internet.. i know my broadband crappy when it comes to video call :( i'll just hope and pray for the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tomorrow is a new start and hopefully you'll walk with me-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-3371739262150633372?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/3371739262150633372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/07/lack-of-sleep-and-whole-day-out.html#comment-form' 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type='text'>landed in kl..</title><content type='html'>ok today was full of ups and downs.. started the day by waking up at 7 because had to collect and pass something to alven.. after that, didn't go back to sleep because i was busy with the household chores and packing of my stuffs.. so i was basically up and running till now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon, went to pick up my bro from school.. that was around 1 something and once i reached home, i grabbed a quick bite and before i knew it, it was time to leave to the airport already.. dad's friend came and pick us up.. wee reached the airport round 2.45 and checked in our luggage.. a few messages came in to wish me all the best.. but the best part was to see mimi at the airport.. lol.. she said she was busy but i'd a feeling she was coming so it wasn't really that big of a surprise.. never the less, God knows how happy i was.. so after checking in, spent a bit of time walking around the airport with her (i swear i don't know what to say).. met a few friends of mine who was seeing their friend off.. then it was my turn to enter the departure hall and i loved that part, minus the part when i have to enter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after entering, joined my mum and dad and we boarded the plane.. reached kl at about 5.50 and then grabbed the luggage and all before heading to kl central using klia express.. once there, waited for my aunt's driver to pick us up.. we waited for quite a while because the road was jam.. after half an hour or so, the driver arrived and brought us to my aunt's place.. quite a nice place, better than her old condo.. the downside is the internet here is bad :( that time it was around 8.. after settling in, we went down to the cafe for dinner (me, my dad, mum, and cousins).. didn't have that much of an appetite to eat since i was tired.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, my cousins (annoying little kids) got me to play ps2 with them.. i played for a while, courtesy kinda thing.. and after that, i wanted to go online with mimi but my broadband is so crappy.. made me super stressed.. o and my uncle, funny guy.. made fun of me video calling mimi and then gave me beer to drink..haha.. sporting guy.. gonna play chess with him tomorrow.. hope i still have what it takes (believe it or not, i was one of the top, if not the top chess player in A class back in st. joe.. lol..)  and my aunt came back super late, after 12.. and no one's downstairs edi but me.. so we conversed a bit and she said i've grown up so much.. lol.. both said the same thing, 'getting taller and more good looking aa.. better looking than your dad'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i've no idea what are we gonna do.. i pretty much just wanna rest because i'm still kinda exhausted.. o ya now i remember.. going to see my sister.. then maybe hang out a bit.. then it's sunday and it's hostel life for me (though i'm sure it's not bad considering it's apartment) hopefully my broadband will work well there.. i'll flip if it doesn't.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i will be much better than before-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-3142799874995735023?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/3142799874995735023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/07/landed-in-kl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/3142799874995735023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/3142799874995735023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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for some shirts to dry in the frying machine.. other than that, it should be fine.. yesterday i spent the day well again, i guess.. went out for breakfast with alven, we had laksa.. woohoo.. 2 more months before i get to eat there again.. saw some police handing out summonses for illegal parking at the cafe.. then we went to spring.. once done, alven dropped me at my primary school and boy did it bring back memories (hitting my head against some pillar while running, breaking st. Paul's glass window while playing kick the bottle and some other.. lol..) met two of my most favourite teachers there, Mr. Ramlan and Pn. Khadijah (i swear up till today i don't know how to spell her name) met Mr. Ramlan at the office and he was asking about my siblings before wishing me luck.. then met Pn. Khadijah in the primary 5 classroom (i interrupted her class.. lol..) and those primary 5 kids, well, they're still kids.. judging by the way they were so excited to see me entering the class.. lol.. she too wished me all the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon, went out for lunch with my mum and my bro.. after that, went to jamm with cyril and the gang.. reached home at about 4 something and i was so tired i really didn't wanna pack.. but i had no choice (though i only started packing at 7).. it was then i realise i had a missing pants and tie.. stress.. wonder where they went.. never mind, i'll go hunt them down now.. hope i can find it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-and you'll never know how it is to walk in mine-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-7715265796577342650?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/7715265796577342650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-pants-and-tie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/7715265796577342650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/7715265796577342650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-pants-and-tie.html' title='the missing pants and tie..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-4331407050886902788</id><published>2009-07-01T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:53:47.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day well spent, perhaps..</title><content type='html'>alrightey one more day tomorrow and adieu.. everything is almost good to go.. few more things to accomplish tomorrow and that's it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today started with having breakfast with my dad.. it's been a while since he took me out for breakfast.. so we went to woon lam cafe to have yong tau foo but but again the stall is closed :( and i thought i'll have to carry my cravings for yong tau foo all the way to kl but then dad has an alternative.. he took me to another cafe and damn, it was great.. they were playing christian songs!! what better way to start the day than to have breakfast with your dad, eating yong tau foo while listening to christian songs?? PERFECT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after breakfast we went home and i helped my dad burned some discs.. that whiled away some time and before i knew it, it was time to pick up my bro so i left.. went to church and looked for him.. met wendy who seem to be rather forgetful.. asked me when i'm leaving, a question that she's asked so many times before.. lol..after picking up my bro, we shot to singapore chicken rice to meet up my mum and have lunch.. after lunch, went home and sleep.. lol.. woke up round 4 something and cleaned my room a bit.. then went down to play with the dogs and talked to my mum.. then showered cuz alven was gonna pick me up at 6.45 for dinner with my china mates and my ex-classmate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alven reached at 6.45 sharp (damn good sense of timing) and we went to pick up my china friends before heading to hornbill cafe to meet up chun yian.. she was there waiting for us already.. so when we reached, damn phil was like a monster.. he can really eat!! it was fun hanging out with him again after a while.. we ate, talked and laughed like crazy.. it was a fun night.. got some pictures but it's not so clear since my phone camera got no flash.. i'm making it a point to invest on a new phone, a new pair of glasses and some mini pot plant.. after dinner, we went to seven eleven and had some ice cream courtesy of han xiao.. then alven dropped them back home and then finally me.. tomorrow i'll be having breakfast with alven at kwong hup.. woohoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so overall today was a great day, considering i get to have breakfast with my dad then lunch with my mum... i still haven't finish packing so i'll go and finish it up (in a way) now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yesterday-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-4331407050886902788?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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had a rare family lunch together.. o and ezzan joined in as well since we were going to go to the bank together.. lunch was great.. for the first time for God knows how long, i actually got to have lunch with both my mum and dad on the same table.. it's a normal thing during dinner but not lunch, considering i always eat lunch on my own (mum packs food home).. so it was great, especially with me leaving soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, me and ezzan left to BSN to get our things done.. we were there for more than an hour and it is really fun hanging out with ezzan.. especially when we discuss on goals, gets me pumped up to succeed.. after we were done at the bank, we went to meet up my mum at wisma naim to collect the broadband that my mum bought for me and my sis.. and ezzan took the chance to ask about the broadband thingy.. after that, we went home.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, there's nothing much going on since dad's got a meeting.. so maybe that's why we had lunch together.. but whatever it is, i'm glad to have had the chance to have lunch today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis isn't doing so well in UM.. she's kinda homesick and whines about going back home.. i pity her, really.. but the good thing is aunt mary promises to take her out every weekend from there.. so at least she gets to enjoy herself a bit.. hopefully my sis gets setlled soon.. the poor girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow night i'll be having bbq steamboat at rh plaza with my friends.. looking forward to that.. other than that, i think tomorrow i'll be busy packing since i've plans on thursday and might not be able to pack then.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling good about leaving now.. leaving with no regrets except one.. should've said hi.. oh well, i have raya to try my luck since most likely i'll be flying back.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-should've said hi-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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gone'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-8435769084181965160</id><published>2009-06-29T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:04:56.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yayasan sarawak..</title><content type='html'>ok today was the award giving ceremony for yayasan sarawak.. it was raining in the morning so i was kinda reluctant to get up.. wanted to extend my sleep but then it's almost time for ezzan to pick me up so i showered.. but before i was fully ready, he was in front of my house already so i rushed in his car and did my hair in his car.. moving salon.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to school first and met up some of the other st. joe recipients of the award.. cyril was there in school uni though we told him to go with formals.. those in form 6, they were wearing uni obviously.. so after meeting them up, me and ezzan walked around school and we met my bio teacher.. yay.. ngahaha.. after that we walked around and we met my moral teacher. madam josephine.. and she said, "you both look dashing today" lol.. after that, we left to civic centre and went into the hall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting together with cyril and he was busy laughing at the emcee.. whatever the emcee said, he made fun of it and he laughed.. something was wrong with him i guess.. then he did the dumbest thing ever, and i got involved as well.. he decided to rush home to change, and he got me to follow.. now that time, it was 10, and the thing was supposed to start at 10.. but we left anyway to his place.. so he was driving like mad and when we reached his place, he rushed in and i took over the driver's seat and once he got his stuffs, he changed in the car while i sped us there.. crazy act and we pull it off just in time.. we arrived and ran into the hall and just as we entered, people started clapping.. sadly not for us, but coincidentally it was the VIP turn to gave his speech.. lol.. but all eyes were on us when we entered.. haha.. something i can look back at in 10 years time and laugh about with cyril..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o and i met a friend of mine.. it's been a while since i last met her, dorothy.. she was there at the ceremony and when she nudged me and said hello as i walked pass her, i noticed she has braces on edi.. ngahaha.. never knew she had put on braces.. and and she's still shorter than me.. wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everything was done, i went with ezzan and we went back to school to meet up some teachers and then some of our friends.. then we left at about 1 and we went to mcD and well, i met wendy there.. she was with the other lower 6 students (friends of mine that we just met at school earlier) and she got me to treat her.. which i did.. after ordering, i sat with ezzan, separated from the rest because well, let's just say we're not so close to them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, ezzan dropped me home.. then i went out with fred and only managed to rest after coming back around 4.. it's been a long day and lately i am feeling super tired all the time.. not symptoms of swine flu i hope.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o and mum went to apply for broadband today for me and my sis, good news.. bad news is, they take one week to process so i won't have one when i'm there since i'm leaving this friday.. no broadband, no connection :( i'm thinking of taking my dad's.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've four more days left here.. not long, but i guess it will do.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-free flow-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sarawak..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-8669671503032535027</id><published>2009-06-28T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:59:04.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired..</title><content type='html'>i just came back from hanging out with ezzan and it's been a long day.. luckily it won't get any longer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started at 5 something in the morning no thanks to kitty.. she slept with me last night and this morning, she cried to get out of the room at 5 something.. annoying, so i let her out before slumping back to bed.. next thing you know, the alarm rang at 7.30.. i set it at that time because i was supposed to go out and have breakfast with my mum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my shower and everything, i went down and thought we would leave straight.. turns out my mum said we should wait for my dad (who was still sleeping a that time).. boy was i feeling crappy.. i was tired and hungry, and then i had to wait for my dad.. sigh.. so we only left around 8.40..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to have yong tau foo but when we reached the coffee shop, the stall wasn't open!!! it's my last weekend here before i go and the stall wasn't open.. how depressing.. settled for laksa instead.. after breakfast, went to fix my dada's glasses before heading out to boulevard to get my stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boulevard today somehow was fun.. i don't know why, but it felt great being there.. lol.. got my stuffs, and dad bought two travelling luggage.. it was big.. bro got himself a new pair of jeans.. he mysteriously lost his at home so mum bought him another one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and o ya, my sis reported at UM today and and guess what, her phone got stolen.. now it was kinda expensive (dual sim card phone) so dad was angry.. can't blame my sis fully, poor her.. it's the first day and already her phone got stolen.. lucky she didn't bring her laptop this time round.. we were supposed to pass the laptop to her next saturday when we're (me, mum and dad) there.. otherwise for all you know, her laptop might've been missing as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the award giving ceremony by yayasan sarawak.. i'll be there in formals :( not looking forward to the formals part but the ceremony should be fun, as ezzan said "there'll be lots of smart girls to look at".. lol.. the thing is at 9 and i'll be hanging with ezzan all the way.. hope i don't have to pick up my bro from school tomorrow afternoon.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm getting super tired.. haven't really been sleeping well lately.. so that's enough crap and i'll 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title='tired..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-8636959665651210585</id><published>2009-06-25T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:11:22.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a bad day..</title><content type='html'>o yeah.. it's a bad day and the best part is the day hasn't ended yet.. it started with an early morning wake up call from my dad to send my sis to the airport.. now that won't be so bad, if not for what she did at the airport later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad decided to go and send my sis off after all.. so we went early, super early.. dad was planning to have breakfast at McD but sis, well, she doesn't seem to like the idea.. so when we reached, dad went straight to McD while i helped my sis carry her luggage for checking in.. after that, i went down to join my dad for breakfast.. after a while, sis came down and here's the conversation between her and my dad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis: i'm going to check in now..&lt;br /&gt;dad: it's till so early.. sit down first and join us la..&lt;br /&gt;sis: sit down for what?? i ate already..&lt;br /&gt;dad: sit down and read newspaper ka..&lt;br /&gt;sis: wu liao (boring kind of thing)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;then there was silence and then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis: i'm going to walk around with my friends.. they're here..&lt;br /&gt;dad: ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she left, apparently for a walk, while me and my dad continued eating.. after i was done, dad asked me to go check if my sis is ready to check in and say goodbye to her.. so i went upstairs looking for her.. i roamed the entire floor and i couldn't find my sis so i gave her a call.. it was then i found out she entered the departing hall without saying goodbye at all.. how nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya, i practically woke up early to see my sis off and this is what i get.. and if that wasn't bad enough, today was jay's turn to fly and me, as his one of his closest mate, wasn't there to see him off.. and that, really made the day super bad.. super sorry jay, i wasn't there.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half the day remains, and i'm sure, it's just gonna get worse.. yay me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a bad day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-coping-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-8636959665651210585?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/8636959665651210585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-5637933775085076726</id><published>2009-06-24T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:20:04.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days..</title><content type='html'>9 days left here in kuching.. then i'll be off to a new chapter in life.. now the question is, who's gonna see me off at the airport on the day i leave??? lol.. this week i've been doing nothing but seeing my friends off one by one at the airport.. by the end of the week, most of my close friends are gone for their further studies.. yay me huh for being left behind.. come the 3rd, i guess it's just me pulling my bag walking on my own to the departing hall without no one but my parents unlike how i've been seeing my friends off.. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of leaving, sis is going off friday.. and i'm the one sending her.. i would pity her since my parents are not seeing her off (mum working and dad as usual, lazy.. lol..) but but after what she did this afternoon to my mum, then i guess i've no pity at all.. ok maybe a bit, just for the sake of the brother-sister relationship we have.. lol.. and dick, a friend of mine since primary school, my jamming buddy, left to uitm perlis today.. there goes one jamming buddy and tomorrow, another one will leave, alan.. jay is going friday so yeah, i'm the last one.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to wonder, to whom is my mum gonna complain when i'm gone considering i've been her complain box.. lol.. even just now she's busy complaining about my sis.. haha.. mummy mummy.. you've got 9 days of direct complaining to do, so utilise it well.. haha.. since i'm only coming back during chinese new year, so as my dad says just now :( unless i try to be funny and go back on my own.. ngahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o and my cousin just dropped by about 2 minutes ago to collect his transformers movie ticket that i bought for him yesterday.. and he says we'll go out again before i go next friday.. woohoo.. chilling with him would be so much fun.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy is in a bad bad mood.. sis didn't do what he asked her to do (he asked her to fold this basket of clothes but instead of folding it, she threw it back right in his room) so ya, he's super angry right now.. i'm trying to stay out of trouble by hiding in my room.. haha.. speaking of room, i only got 9 more nights to sleep on my bed :( lol.. i think i'll miss my bed.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been thinking.. and i just realised only sometimes thinking is good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wonderwall-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-5637933775085076726?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-3421955271270281400</id><published>2009-06-22T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:38:51.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderwall..</title><content type='html'>Today is gonna be the day&lt;br /&gt;That they're gonna throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realized what you gotta do&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backbeat the word was on the street&lt;br /&gt;That the fire in your heart is out&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;But you never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels&lt;br /&gt;The way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads we have to walk along are winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would&lt;br /&gt;Like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was gonna be the day?&lt;br /&gt;But they'll never throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realized what you're not to do&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do&lt;br /&gt;About you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads that lead to you were winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that light the way are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after an&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-3421955271270281400?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/3421955271270281400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/06/wonderwall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/3421955271270281400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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burnt out due to the lack of sleep.. so ya, i feel crappy and super sleepy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwing the memory card and the tiredness aside, i've got 12 days left in kuching before leaving.. important things are all done and what's left is to shop for jeans in kl.. and most of my friends will be off this week.. i'll be one of the last batch to leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of leaving, it seems that my year of 5A is one of the best.. we've 19 scholars (not included those offered the local scholarship) overall from our class.. howard told me this last night when we were at azeem's place.. so i guess i can take pride in being part of the best 5A from st. joe ever.. time passed so fast since i was in form 1.. back then, i was a plain ordinary student.. wasn't till form 2 did i really started to turn myself up a notch and getting spotlights.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aizat's leaving tomorrow morning, and i'll be going to see him off with jay.. and dick is leaving wednesday, then it's alan, then it's jay.. then my sis and after that i'll be off next next friday.. and still, i'm reluctant to leave.. why why why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised how close my mum is to me.. seems like everything she'll speak and complain to me.. and nowadays also she seems to be getting closer and closer and and the best part is, she's slowly starting to joke around like how i do.. lol.. nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about time i start acting like an 18 year old.. was at miss sentha's place few nights back and well, i learned loads.. but it seems, i can't really act like a young adult, it shows when all i did was joke around with my bro when we were out just now.. unless, that's acceptable as a young adult act.. then again, my mind is all about having fun.. i think i prefer myself that way.. i guess that's me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of cheese.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm super tired, so i shall stop crapping, and go to bed though it's still damn early.. shall write a more sensible post tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-polka dot-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-9080759293876961306?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/9080759293876961306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/06/cheese-is-what-i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/9080759293876961306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/9080759293876961306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/06/cheese-is-what-i-like.html' title='cheese is what i like..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-3123722407104757417</id><published>2009-06-19T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:14:57.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mardy bum..</title><content type='html'>well, i'm currently listening to mardy bum by artic monkeys.. so yeah, i figured that should be the post title.. though it's not relevant at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was out basically the whole day till about 3 in the morning.. woke up in the morning at 10 something then went down.. got messsage from alan regarding our planned jamming session.. i was supposed to pick him and dick up at 1 something but alan had another idea.. he decided to pick us all up instead so we can jamm earlier.. so hw picked me up at around 11.30 and we headed straight to the studio, Flinstone jamming studio.. it was really stupid in the car and we had problems poking the parking coupon.. we actually wasted 3.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sjx1Q9w-YKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/FmCIOxnISX0/s1600-h/Jojo145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sjx1Q9w-YKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/FmCIOxnISX0/s320/Jojo145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349279391727640738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the wasted 3 coupons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we finally managed to get the parking coupon done, we went to the studio and got a room.. and there was a random sight.. a cat was sleeping in the studio and the cat has bloody nice fur!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sjx1tu76lBI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KINyAw1gbpg/s1600-h/Jojo146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sjx1tu76lBI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KINyAw1gbpg/s320/Jojo146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349279885963203602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the cat left the room the moment we were about to start.. sigh.. we were supposed to jamm envy by ash but as usual, alan with his last minute i-couldn't-find-the-tab attitude made us played trash style instead.. but it was real fun though.. and this time around alan was on guitar and dick was on bass.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sjx3BeANseI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BtEkZuObWNA/s1600-h/Jojo154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sjx3BeANseI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BtEkZuObWNA/s320/Jojo154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349281324526842338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dick on bass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sjx3VWpfs9I/AAAAAAAAAOw/EvWZQJuGwTw/s1600-h/Jojo152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sjx3VWpfs9I/AAAAAAAAAOw/EvWZQJuGwTw/s320/Jojo152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349281666149888978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alan on guitar.. improved on his solo wei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sjx3lC__J-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/-VX8hiSKQ-s/s1600-h/Jojo153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sjx3lC__J-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/-VX8hiSKQ-s/s320/Jojo153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349281935753422818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me on drums..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sjx38WNNY0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8htdxv1I65w/s1600-h/Jojo151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sjx38WNNY0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8htdxv1I65w/s320/Jojo151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349282336046146370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sjx38KnbEXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WzO2BXhVGrU/s1600-h/Jojo150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sjx38KnbEXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WzO2BXhVGrU/s320/Jojo150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349282332934869362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sjx3718XBeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dbFM0pTypiA/s1600-h/Jojo149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sjx3718XBeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dbFM0pTypiA/s320/Jojo149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349282327385540066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since we got together and jamm.. so it was real fun.. after jamming we went to the spring for lunch.. we went to manhattan fish market.. after lunch we just walked around at spring and alan dropped me back home after that because i had a class dinner that night.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class dinner was at 7.30 and howard picked me up.. and he was late so we reached late.. around 8.. lol.. almost everyone was there already including the teachers.. so we just joined in the crowd and enjoyed ourselves talking and eating.. and i got to talk to puan rosni, my bio teacher.. been a while since i got to talk to her.. but i couldn't really eat much last night because there were too many things that needed to be done at hartz.. blowing cake, signing cards, taking pictures.. and of course, catching up with teachers and friends.. here's some photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and due to something wrong with my phone, i can't upload any pictures from my phone anymore.. so yeah, the boring post just got boring-er with no pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after the dinner we went to play laser taq.. me, aizat, ezzan, howard, aaron chan, theo and edric.. since only 6 can play, chan sat out and the rest went to have a blast.. it was bloody tiring because it was super hot and it didn't help when the guy decided to smoke the place up to spice things up.. anyway, we really had so much fun running around and jumping around (i jumped way too much i swore had the game last longer than 20 minutes, i would've ended up with cramps.. i can ctill feel the muscle fatigue up till now) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the game, we rested for a while before taking off.. i went with theo to meet up alan and jay and dick.. we had a glitch before we left, theo's car couldn't start.. lucky theo knows what to do and he managed to start the car.. so we met alan and the gang up at homecook cafe and had something to drink there.. i had 100 plus cuz super dehydrated after laser tag.. there, alan said we should go to monster's tongue and play pool.. since his cousin is there.. so we went and the pool table was occupied so we ended up just sitting with alan's cousin and his friend.. had a few rounds of drink and that was more than enough to get jay drunk.. lucky alan was driving jay's car so it was fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from monster's tongue, we went to soho but then alan's sis say we should move to grappa so we followed.. grappa was damn packed but we got ourselves a table so we had more drinks there.. just as we were about to enjoy ourselves, there were cops so we had to leave.. i can't afford spending a night at the police station :( from there we wandered to nowhere.. reached home at about 3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a good day, till my memory card decided to condemn itself.. so i lost pics and now i'm not in a good mood.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to boulevard with my mum today to get me and my sis stuffs.. and mum became a kid again.. lol.. while pushing the trolley, she was making sounds, nghhiiittt, voom voom.. haha!! can't believe my mum actually did that.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at night went to church then to azeem's place for his farewell dinner.. stopped by at jay's place after that then went to play pool with howard, chan and edric.. reached home at about 11.30 only to find my phone memory card condemn.. super stress now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya, sis is leaving next week to UM.. next friday to be exact, a week earlier than me.. she's looking forward to it.. more enthusiastic to leave than i am.. i'm still reluctant in leaving.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's getting late.. i'm stressed out with my memory card thingy and my head's spinning.. good thing i didn't follow jay to the club tonight.. i'll go get to bed and hopefully, i'll have a great day tomorrow.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-great ending coming without a doubt-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-3123722407104757417?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sjx1Q9w-YKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/FmCIOxnISX0/s72-c/Jojo145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-8072321737055334571</id><published>2009-06-18T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:07:14.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hunger hunger hunger..</title><content type='html'>i'm super hungry.. i've not taken my lunch and i just got back from INTI.. and it really hit me that i'm super bad when it comes debating.. i've always known i was bad, just didn't know i was this bad.. oh well, i don't have to debate anymore after this so i guess it's fine..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this morning william came over to the house.. and boy did he told a lame joke.. lol;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: where's my mice (computer mice)?? who took it away??&lt;br /&gt;william: your cat ate it.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol william.. it's been a while since i last met him, the IT graduate.. didn't talk to him though because i was busy eating in the kitchen.. and tomorrow night i've a class gathering.. best part is, two of my most favourite teacher will be there.. hell yeah!! i hope i can liven the atmosphere.. i certainly didn't during debate.. but i guess when it comes to having puan zalma and puan rosni around, that's more than enough to trigger me to fool around.. after all, it's what i do best in their class back in form 4 form 5.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of class, i heard that there's suspected H1N1 case in Taylors Subang.. not one, but two cases.. and oh ya, i'll be going to that college soon so yay me.. i need to pray that i don't get no stinking H1N1.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with ezzan this afternoon before going to INTI.. went to get cards for tomorrow.. and he's going to receive incentives on the 29th at dewan suarah like me also.. so now i know at least i've got a mate going as well.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really hungry right now but there's nothing light for me to snack on.. i don't wanna miss dinner.. so i'll just starve for now.. maybe i should go and sleep.. i think i will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hunger-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-8072321737055334571?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/8072321737055334571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/06/hunger-hunger-hunger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a blog post a day keeps the doctor away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been an ok kind of day today i guess.. started the day with a wake up call by my beloved cat kitty at 6.30 in the morning when she came back through my room window.. let her in the room and she cried cried asking to be loved.. tried chasing her out of the room so i can get back to sleep but to no avail.. the cat decided to jump on my bed and sit right in front of my face till my mum appeared (probably heard the cat crying then opened my door to see the cat) so i went back to bed and woke up at 9 and then prayed for mimi before going down for breakfast.. had kolo mee and then looked at my sis giving the dogs and the cat their bath..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SjO_vgHvNKI/AAAAAAAAANg/85j3-QV89jc/s1600-h/Jojo136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SjO_vgHvNKI/AAAAAAAAANg/85j3-QV89jc/s320/Jojo136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346828005416055970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SjO_vYLIJaI/AAAAAAAAANY/_kNapHmSMAk/s1600-h/Jojo135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SjO_vYLIJaI/AAAAAAAAANY/_kNapHmSMAk/s320/Jojo135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346828003282789794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitty, given her shower.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after getting her shower, kitty well, became moody and i got a few scratches from her.. haha.. then around 12 something, went out to look for stuffs.. ended up going back empty handed but my bro got himself a new bag.. and i took a few shots of handbags.. God knows why.. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SjPA9jH4vEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Nn3yyrSaRfA/s1600-h/Jojo139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SjPA9jH4vEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Nn3yyrSaRfA/s320/Jojo139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346829346251783234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SjPA9hKxLYI/AAAAAAAAANw/To9uFNZ6oXY/s1600-h/Jojo138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SjPA9hKxLYI/AAAAAAAAANw/To9uFNZ6oXY/s320/Jojo138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346829345726999938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SjPA9d87ntI/AAAAAAAAANo/Ut-zcuhWr-o/s1600-h/Jojo137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SjPA9d87ntI/AAAAAAAAANo/Ut-zcuhWr-o/s320/Jojo137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346829344863657682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, mimi hates the purple one.. it's purple!! so i'm still on the lookout for her birthday gift.. went back around 3 something and changed the lightbulb at home.. and i wonder, who's gonna take over my 'job' at home when i leave in 19 days time..who's gonna help mummy clean the air con filter?? the changing of water filter?? the lifting of flower pots?? changing of lightbulb?? maintaining of cars?? worried le if my mum does that on her own.. she's already busy with cleaning the house.. bro better buck up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o and my mum, superb.. didn't know she was super alert when sleeping.. mummy was sleeping on the sofa downstairs and my sis was in the kitchen, eating.. so i decided to disturb my sis.. here's a breakdown of the conversation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: wa, eat again aa??&lt;br /&gt;sis: ya la..&lt;br /&gt;me: not scared fat meh?? &lt;br /&gt;sis: i... (got cut off by my sleeping mum!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the blue, my mum who was sleeping, entered the conversation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: eat like that sure fat one la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa, from sleeping suddenly can get involved in the conversation.. steady mum!! you go!! dinner today was a subdued affair.. wasn't fun at all.. and was supposed to go clubbing tonight but yes, once again, i decided the best thing to do was to stay at home.. tired i guess.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so overall today was an ok day.. not bad, but not good either.. and i think i finally figured out why i'm half hearted in leaving.. with that figured out, i'll release it tomorrow and i'll be all set.. 19 days left starting tomorrow so i guess it's all cool.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o and please don't feel bad about the differences.. it's all A ok.. you made a boy happy, and a man to learn so ya, no guilt no guilt.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SjPGCkrnRGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/r2DS4Zljsa4/s1600-h/Jojo129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SjPGCkrnRGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/r2DS4Zljsa4/s320/Jojo129.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346834930127553634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty pauline's cat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-game set and match-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-7132045304703494766?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/7132045304703494766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/06/13th-june-ok-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/7132045304703494766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/7132045304703494766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/06/13th-june-ok-day.html' title='13th june, ok day..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SjO_vgHvNKI/AAAAAAAAANg/85j3-QV89jc/s72-c/Jojo136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-1492336139995827541</id><published>2009-06-10T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T02:04:53.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pain :(</title><content type='html'>o yes i'm in pain.. the effect of yesterday's knock of the car on my back is kicking in.. i'm not as mobile as i was before.. i'd to spend my time lying down in the room.. kinda like some handicapped dude, just that i'm not handicapped.. i hope there's nothing wrong with me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya, pretty much today i didn't do anything.. besides going for a last minute medical check-up just now.. was supposed to go to a clinic somewhere but my aunt, as usual, breaks her promise.. so my mum was rambling about looking for clinics to do the check-up.. thankfully i've a cousin who works in the hospital and she got her doctor friend to help us out.. so mummy upon knowing, barged into my room (no kidding) and told me we're going to SGH to do the check-up.. though no check-up is done there.. haha.. lucky to have people like my cousin who can really save your butt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so me and my mum went to the hospital to meet up my cousin and her doctor friend.. and i assure you, sitting in a car with my back hurting like mad, isn't really something nice to experience.. we reached there round 3 something and met up my cousin who then brought us to meet her friend.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now while waiting for her friend, my cousin told us that actually medical check up is supposed to be done at the polyclinic that i went to last week but got rejected.. and each and everyone of her colleague says the same thing.. so ya, mum was pretty upset with the people at the polyclinic.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my cousin's friend showed up and she was super friendly.. asked a few questions on the jpa thingy and bla bla bla..  a bit cheeky to, in a friendly way.. when we were alone in her office as she was measuring my blood pressure she asked 'got girlfriend ka??' LOL.. gave her one cheeky answer back and we both laughed.. and she does seem to have some sense of humour.. there was this one form on the AIDS test that i need to undergo.. and in the form there was one section that asked for your sexual preference aka homo, bi or straight.. and then she said, 'handsome like this, got possibility you homo ka??' haha.. funny la her.. maybe because she's still young that's why.. just finished her housemanship.. Dr. Siah H.H. her name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically she brought me around the hospital to do the tests.. blood test, urine test and eye test.. and she was having fun poking at my eyesight.. oh well, can't be helped.. i know my eyesight was bad.. haha.. she can't help out with the x-ray thingy so i'm going to another clinic tomorrow morning.. and she discovered about my back.. not bad eh this doctor.. seems like she really studied during her medical course.. managed to tell, God knows how, that i knocked my back against something.. told her what happened and MADE her promise not to tell my mum about it.. i'm sure mummy would kill me if she knew.. so she promised and ya, hopefully, secret safe.. ngahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back around an hour later or so.. and i heard from my mum that if my sis can't get a slot in any IPTA, daddy might have another option for her.. dad knows this guy who works in UNIMAS and has helped him out before in something.. and my dad actually called him and asked whether he can get a slot for my sis through the 'back door' and the guy actually said it can be arranged.. my goodness, i've no comment on that.. maybe it's good for my sis though.. though i know, she won't be happy because she's so picky with the universities and she actually complained and said 'why UNIMAS of all places?'.. if i were her, i'd appreciate getting a seat in a U rather than complain.. and her IPTA application result will be coming out next week so hopefully she'll get a seat.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bro is back from camp and is currently sleeping in the room.. i'm sure tonight during dinner, he'll whine about camp.. typical.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope my back won't hurt that much tomorrow.. stress i can't really move about cuz it's a lot of pain.. i can only pray for that i guess.. i wonder did mimi get into any accident today since i prayed for her not to get involved in any this morning.. hope nothing happens to her today.. kesian her.. sigh.. sometimes i wonder why i tend to worry so much about her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-not everyday is a sunday-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-1492336139995827541?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/1492336139995827541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/06/pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/1492336139995827541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/1492336139995827541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/06/pain.html' title='pain :('/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-4066666583030744061</id><published>2009-06-09T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:09:30.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>accident!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Si4mILWR9wI/AAAAAAAAANI/L_1SmiONa1E/s1600-h/Jojo064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Si4mILWR9wI/AAAAAAAAANI/L_1SmiONa1E/s320/Jojo064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345251729662408450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised how much i love my cat, kitty.. and i almost lost her today but thankfully nothing happened.. whew.. i doubt i'll pull myself through if she had been hit by the car just now.. but now i'm the one in pain because i was the one who got hit by the car protecting kitty.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitty went to play at the field opposite my house.. she likes playing there.. it was about 4 something.. the weather was just nice so i thought i'd watch her play.. she was running around and though i don't know why, it was a joy watching her doing that.. then she got bored and decided to go back home.. so she jumped across the drain and then walked across the road and i was calling her.. the stupid old cat then decided to lie down in the middle of the road just in front of my house and started rolling around (she looks super cute doing so!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was standing near the gate there and then suddenly i saw one toyota vios coming out from the junction and turning to the road facing my house and it headed straight to kitty!! and the driver was talking on the phone!!! kitty didn't realised the car coming and continued rolling around.. God knows what's wrong with her.. and then it must be my instinct, because i just ran straight in front of kitty and kneeled with my back facing the incoming car and caught her.. the car braked but i still got hit on the back.. there was a soft 'thud' sound and i sort of fell over on my right shoulder,not hard thank God.. thankfully no one saw that or it'd be embarrassing.. lucky mum and dad wasn't around or they'd be screaming at me for playing with my life.. the driver open the window and yelled something in chinese saying something like 'you crazy or what??!!' i apologised and he went on with his way.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all kitty did after that was run in the house and continued rolling around at the car porch.. haha.. cute la you kitty.. worth it la for my back to get hit for you.. the least is now you're still sitting on my lap while i'm blogging about this..  i just realised how i unfortunate i am with toyota vios.. i collide with one during chinese new year eve few years back while coming out of a junction riding my bicycle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitty kitty.. i think i've grown super attached to you since we first got to know each other 5 years ago.. if anything must happen to you, i wish it will not happen right in front of my eyes.. not under my watch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Si4mQ8lx5BI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4ObAJOwJVIo/s1600-h/Jojo060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Si4mQ8lx5BI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4ObAJOwJVIo/s320/Jojo060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345251880319706130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you probably mean the world to me kitty.. will miss you when i leave on the 3rd..&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='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Si4mILWR9wI/AAAAAAAAANI/L_1SmiONa1E/s72-c/Jojo064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-3592507318144559430</id><published>2009-06-08T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T05:55:59.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good mood good mood</title><content type='html'>yeah.. today so it seems i'm in a super good mood.. and how would i know that?? judging on the amount of food i consumed today that's how.. ah yes, the food.. had lots of bread with sausages for breakfast, two plates of mummy's fried rice (i swear it's the best fried rice i've ever eaten in my entire life!) and bread for lunch and and to cap it all of, three plates of rice for dinner.. wonderful.. i think the last time i was in such a good mood was one day after 20th march 2009.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Si0GuDsAKwI/AAAAAAAAANA/yyzjrnCBXio/s1600-h/Jojo125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Si0GuDsAKwI/AAAAAAAAANA/yyzjrnCBXio/s320/Jojo125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344935721092262658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy's fried rice!! nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i whiled time away testing video call through msn with my sis.. wanted to try it out so that we can video call home when we're away.. but first thing's first, gotta set up a hotmail account for my mum.. dad says he has he already.. which reminds me, i should create mum's account.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, did practically nothing besides playing with kitty.. wendy asked me out but i said no because i felt lazy.. alan messaged super early in the morning asking me to wish him luck for his driving test.. wonder did he passed or not.. i assumed he did, though i'd expect him to immediately call me out once he passed.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o and i'm supposed to meet aizat up but as usual, no specific time and place so i wonder when exactly are we meeting.. and to aizat i'll say yes if he ask to hang out.. waiting for the next arcade session in hock lee with him.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday was great, night i meant.. superb.. good arm workout at the same time.. i swear if every night was like last night, i'll have biceps like arnold schwarzenegger, however you spell his name.. lol.. and now i know why i'm in such a good mood, it was because of last night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i saw the most beautiful moon ever at taman sahabat.. or maybe because i was looking at it with someone beside me looking at it as well.. anyway, it was really nice.. always wanted to look at the moon with someone beside me (since i was small mind you i had this dream) and last night the dream came true! ngahaha.. no one better to help me fulfill the dream other than mimi.. though that would probably be the last time i get to look at a full moon (i think it was full or almost full) with mimi beside me.. haihz.. i'd give anything in the world just to have that moment re-lived again but i know it's not possible.. and things will change in about 25 days time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice how life likes to kick you in the face?? just when everything seems to be going well, they just wouldn't let you have it perfect.. oh well, nothing we can do about it but live it out.. sometimes, you can do some thing about it but not in my case.. so i can only live it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm wondering if mimi's arm is aching.. i'd be laughing if it is.. lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.. creeps from this petty pace from day to day.. ah i wonder what would i be doing tomorrow?? seems like another unproductive day.. oh shoot.. i need to go open my bank account and i haven't done it yet.. stress.. suddenly there seem to be so many important things that i need to do.. and i don't like doing things.. ish.. maybe i'll just get it done on wednesday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still haven't got my new pair of jeans.. haha.. so i'm still stuck with the 'sweeper' as mimi would call it.. the funny thing is i have so much time to get things done but i'm not doing it.. ok maybe it's not funny.. dang!! i still haven't get myself a file!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think, i think, i'm gaining weight.. haha.. that's nice.. i need to gain weight before i go to the states so as not to get bullied by the white people.. they're big :( but i now how to get the better of them.. all i have to do is grow BIGGER.. sounds easy.. not in my case.. stress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess that's about it.. i still want last night!! oh well, what to do.. ish.. and i better start running to get fit.. maybe i should go for a run now.. nahh.. i'm not that hardworking.. i'd rather be listening to musics in my room.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-full moon again??-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-3592507318144559430?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/3592507318144559430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-mood-good-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-8694597527889544295</id><published>2009-06-06T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:44:16.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 days to work with..</title><content type='html'>that's right.. i've got 26 days to work with before taking off.. i guess it's more than enough to fulfill the list of things that i wanna do before i go.. i'm halfway done already so 26 days should be sufficient..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to hang out with aizat again.. we went out last thursday.. wanted to crash the lasallian convention in st. joe but we thought better and ended up loitering near the church bell talking and laughing around.. when it was almost 12, we went to pick fakri up and then shot straight down to mcdonalds's for lunch.. met mr. rechards daughter, my-would-be classmate in form 6 if i'd stayed, and her friends aizat took a snapshot of them without them noticing.. lol.. she saw me, but pretended that she didn't know me though she should!! i carried her chair for her on my last day in form 6 you ungrateful girl!! haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after having lunch, went to hock lee to play at the arcade and it was awesome!! first we were racing then we decided to go shooting.. man was the shooting game fun.. definitely hitting that place again soon, most probably monday.. haha.. after that, went to spring for 5 minutes (stupid i know but hey, that's what i am, being stupid) met a few INTI students then after that shot to boulevard just to loook at toys.. then had a drink in ipoh town.. wanted to go back after that but the rain was super heavy and the wind, my gosh, super strong.. if i'd been wearing a wig, i'm sure the wig would've been blown off.. and the combination of rain and wind got me to fall sick.. yay me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday woke up super early to go for medical check up.. had to go to a government clinic as specified by jpa.. went there and they told me i can't do it here.. too many tests to run.. and i was thinking, it's only blood test, eye test and x-ray.. they definitely can do it cuz my mum did hers there before.. so stupid.. o and that was the first time i've been to a government clinic and it was well, something you can really reflect on.. unfriendly receptionist, people fighting for numbers (no kidding) and i really feel that the clinic should've done better when dealing with the people.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head down to the tennis courts after breakfast at thompson (though they started the mssm but haven't yet) met the current state team and also my perak friends.. the state team teachers were enthusiastic to greet me when they saw me.. nice.. didn't think they would remember after this whole time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a better day perhaps.. started the day by receiving a message from someone and trust me, there's no better way to start the morning.. then head down to the tennis courts at 1 something with jay to watch the tournament.. watched ee zhou my perak friend) playing.. he was playing a superb match against gerald wu of penang.. didn't know the outcome of the match because the rain started pouring when the match was so close to finishing.. stupid rain (i chang my mind about the rain later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent jay home in the heavy rain and i realised how fun it was to be driving in the heavy rain.. so instead of taking the road that's shorter to my house, i took the longer road just to drive longer in the heavy rain.. traffic lights were shaking due to the strong winds and i was just waiting for it to fall.. didn't fall though.. reached home at about 3 something and got a phone call from wendy who asked me to come round her house for dinner.. she asked me few times before but it wasn't appropriate to go then but now i've no reason to say no so i said yes.. followed her car home right after church (i've got three weeks left to pray in st. joe!! no!!) well, it was a bit odd eating at her place together with her parents and siblings.. lucky her parents were friendly.. lol.. she dropped me home at about 8.30 or so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alan asked me out yesterday night as well but i told him i didn't feel like it.. made a smart decision there.. otherwise mimi might've been stuck at her friend's place.. lol.. and at the same time, it gave me a chance to see her.. not that she said i looked at her... oh well, i've got tonight so.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today so far has been well.. went marketing with my mum as usual.. saw some kittens tht i really wanted to buy back but but since i'm leaving there was no point to it.. when i rached home jump back to bed and slept.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i shall resume knocking things off my what i wanna do before i leave list after the school holiday ends.. i hope i don't add anymore stuffs because lately i feel like there's many other things to be done.. i should rule it out if it's out important at all.. yeah, that's what i should do.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-realised-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-8694597527889544295?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/8694597527889544295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/06/26-days-to-work-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/8694597527889544295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/8694597527889544295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/06/26-days-to-work-with.html' title='26 days to work with..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-1787459250669574099</id><published>2009-06-03T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:12:37.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rough day, 3rd july..</title><content type='html'>well today was kinda rough.. seriously.. started the day still with the fever.. woke up at 8 something i think, then went out for breakfast.. wanted american breakfast but thompson's was closed so had indian breakfast instead at curry house.. had two roti canai and drank 100 plus just to rehydrate the body.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, left for cimb bank to open my account.. sadly, i couldn't get it done because my ic chip can't be read.. nice.. now i've to wait till i get my new ic.. went home and immediately laid in bed.. covered myself in sweater and jacket cuz somehow the fever felt worse.. and i measured my body temperature, woohoo, a whooping 39.. briliant.. got it lowered to slightly above 37 now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and owh, i got my incentive money from Sarawak Teacher's Union today.. not much but i could do with the cash.. still waiting for yayasan sarawak's incentive.. wonder when they'll hand it out.. sigh.. and jpa letter came in today as well.. i'm doing american degree transfer programme in taylors for two years and then i'll be heading to the states (if i get accepted and pass another bloody interview) looks like i've to work hard this time round.. no more playing around in studying, well, maybe a little bit won't hurt.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be leaving kuching on the 3rd of july.. wanted to go alone but dad insists on sending me and mummy wants to tag along for a weekend break so both my parents are going.. yay.. flight's on a friday at 4 and we'll stay in some hotel for two nights (friday and saturday) before i register on the 5th of july at taylors.. and i chacked out the so called hostel at taylors, turns out to be apartmment.. nice.. at least i know i won't live that bad of a life there.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've got few friends in taylors already so i guess life won't be that bad.. and i'm sure i can make new friends rather easily.. ah i can't wait to get back to studying.. though i fear one thing.. after my studies here for two years, if out of the blue jpa doesn't continue with my scholarship, i'm as good as toast.. i'll have to go to the states with my own money if that happens.. damn, it better not.. suddenly, going under this kind of programme, scares me.. i guess i just have to pray that nothing happens and i get to go all the way to the states sponsored by jpa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm a bit blur with the fillings of the documents that are attached with the offer letter.. die.. i don't know what to do with it!! stressful.. and lots of procedures that i have to follow like sending copies of my exam results at taylors to jpa and bla bla bla.. so complicated.. i'm not exactly a disciplined person as well.. i hope, on the day of reporting, i meet other jpa scholars who are diciplined and can help me out with these tedious matters.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still wondering if there are other students taking tourism like me under jpa.. i hate to be the odd one out.. i guess i can only find out on the 5th then.. lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long day long day.. not so good one as well.. sigh.. maybe things will be better tomorrow.. yeah, it will.. i know it will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out with aizat tomorrow morning.. gonna have breakfast, catch a movie and then bowling perhaps then lunch.. i guess it sounds great.. haha.. well, i may as well get some rest now and hopefully, bye bye fever tomorrow when i wake up.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lost without you&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-1787459250669574099?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/1787459250669574099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/06/rough-day-3rd-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/1787459250669574099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/1787459250669574099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/06/rough-day-3rd-july.html' title='rough day, 3rd july..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-8611217515778987367</id><published>2009-06-02T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:56:20.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy day..</title><content type='html'>today seems like a lazy day for me.. in fact, i was so lazy i turned down invites to hang out.. lol.. must be the fever.. yes, i'm down with another fever again, though this one is not as bad as the last time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started the day by waking up at 7 something before going back to sleep.. was woken up by my mum round 9 to go for breakfast at some cafe (was still blurry when she was speaking so can't catch what she was saying besides breakfast.. lol..) turned her offer down cuz i just felt like staying in and continued sleeping.. slept till about 10 something then went down to have breakfast.. mum bought laksa for me, woohoo!! after eating i took my shower and went online for a while before going back to the room to sleep some more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just before i could shut my eye, got an invite to caesar's birthday dinner at ikaw ikaw.. and again, i rejected going out.. lol.. crashed in at about 12.. woke up around two and went down.. looked for food but mummy didn't cook.. ow shoot!! i totally forgot to cook rice nowadays!! dang.. but anyway, went down and mum was rambling about sis being lazy and stuffs.. my sis went to be a busybody and get involved in a camp that she never had to go get involved in the first place.. stupid.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was down, helped my mum a bit with her pot plant so she'd be happy.. lol.. and it worked.. she was happy after that.. and i stayed down after that and watched movie on the laptop while eating cips and drinking milk (weird combo i know but hey, everyone's got their style of eating) jason messaged me while i was watching movie and asked me to chill with him and dick.. and guess what, again i rejected.. lol.. he was disappointed i know but hey, i just fee like staying in, at least for the time being.. had dinner at about 6 and then my mum got a call from my aunt saying her house was robbed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunt and her family left to kl for some wedding and so her house was empty.. so my mum got scared, sent me all alone to go there.. nice.. took her car since my sis took the one i share with her.. drove all the way to matang and when i reached there, some of my uncle relatives were there already.. so i went in and checked the place out.. outside looks fine minus the grill at the window which was broken (forgot to catch the picture) seeing that no one had checked the inside yet, i went in and went upstairs to see the rooms.. and i was so stupid to open the door of the room just like that without covering my hand.. great.. now if i end up in jail, you'll know why.. lol.. guess my finger prints are now stuck at the door knob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when i opened the door, whew... topsy turvy room.. clothes lying around, wallets, dressing table messed up.. wow.. didn't touch anything because the cops weren't there yet.. just looked around to see how it was.. here's some pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiVZTxZxBkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/AxDqj0FeJes/s1600-h/Jojo103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiVZTxZxBkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/AxDqj0FeJes/s320/Jojo103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342774729158755906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiVZTj7giuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NkOf44jSHtg/s1600-h/Jojo102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiVZTj7giuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NkOf44jSHtg/s320/Jojo102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342774725542185698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiVZTSInlrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/z2_ZQCMduk8/s1600-h/Jojo101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiVZTSInlrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/z2_ZQCMduk8/s320/Jojo101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342774720765335218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiVZTBf-HrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/WwfiPTfPivY/s1600-h/Jojo100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiVZTBf-HrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/WwfiPTfPivY/s320/Jojo100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342774716299878066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiVZS1-XM5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dJjP5Pi3ZN0/s1600-h/Jojo099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiVZS1-XM5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dJjP5Pi3ZN0/s320/Jojo099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342774713206125458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was in the master bedroom (my aunt's room).. then here's one in my cousin room.. lucky they only touched his and not my another cousin one.. or else they would've gotten away with another laptop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiVRSvSkwSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QJHgkYTUojo/s1600-h/Jojo104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiVRSvSkwSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QJHgkYTUojo/s320/Jojo104.jpg" border="0" &lt;br /&gt;alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342765915318829346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along (my cousin) would flip if he sees this.. haha.. and the thieves ransacked another room downstairs.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiVR3UMjVyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VWQ3SNcIBjc/s1600-h/Jojo105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiVR3UMjVyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VWQ3SNcIBjc/s320/Jojo105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342766543700973346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty messy the thieves (duh.. that's their job.. lol..) but pretty dumb.. i don't think they got away with much.. i managed to recover my aunt's laptop and my cousin's so i assumed they're dumb for not seeing it.. ahaha.. the jewelleries in a box that my aunty hid was still there.. i took it home with me, in case they were gonna come back again the thieves.. my uncle asked people to stay overnight there and i wanted to but but my mum and dad won't let.. dad actually called and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: you don't macam macam want to overnight there.&lt;br /&gt;me:  why not?? it's not wrong ba help aunty jaga the house.&lt;br /&gt;dad: it's not wrong but what if something happen?? don't be stupid. you still got&lt;br /&gt;     your jpa to go for.&lt;br /&gt;me: stress. whatever la. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i couldn't stay there for the night to take guard.. my cousin's friend arrived at the house around 8.45 and i drove back home and told my mum and dad what i saw.. mum became paranoid.. lol.. mummy mummy.. and i'm going back to my aunt's house tomorrow with my mum.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of tomorrow, i'm going to cimb bank tomorrow to open an account that'll make it easy for my mum to transfer money when i'm in west malaysia.. and i feel like having american breakfast suddenly.. gonna have that tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my siblings won't be at home from tomorrow so i'm alone with my parents.. great.. though i'm sure most of my time would be spent in my room.. haha.. ah mum's getting more and more attached to me.. must be because i'll be gone soon.. dad just doesn't seem to care at all.. hmmm.. maybe because he's busy with his works.. oh well, i wonder how my parents are gonna be like when i'm gone.. because although i rebel the most at home, they seem to be able to confide things in me.. dad's always sharing his problems with me and mum, whenever she needs to complain, i'll be the one listening.. wonder who's gonna fill in my shoes.. sigh.. these are the things that make me a bit reluctant to go.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my parents really.. i mean who won't love their own parents.. a bit controlling (that's why i rebel) but yeah, i love them.. i'm making it a point to drop my mum a message every single day when i'm in west malaysia and when i'm abroad, give her a call once a week.. then she probably won't be worried.. i know you worry mum though you always say can't wait for me to go.. lol.. mummy mummy.. ah i'm gonna miss you mum.. and and i'm gonna get your flight tickets to visit me so so you can take me out for food and shopping.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are a bit crazy at the moment with the fate of my sis study hanging in the balance.. her IPTA application will be known after gawai if she's got a seat or not.. if she gets a place, hope she'll finally know how valuable education is and stop doing nonsense club activity.. be like me sis!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's getting late.. i'm supposed to be up early tomorrow so i'll call it a day.. oh and i got a handshake form kitty.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiVX-w3SpiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/aQaCBFZyeAo/s1600-h/Jojo098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiVX-w3SpiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/aQaCBFZyeAo/s320/Jojo098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342773268725278242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-healing-&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='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiVZTxZxBkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/AxDqj0FeJes/s72-c/Jojo103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-8896181060701650035</id><published>2009-06-01T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:58:44.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bump bump bi bump bump</title><content type='html'>wellie well well.. is it me, or was tonight a bumpy night.. went out with some friends to hang out at boulevard.. and boy, did i bumped, literally, into so many people.. little kid, girl, a parent, another litle kid, a girl and another girl.. whew.. bumping isn't cool.. lucky all were friendly.. they all just smiled at me.. nice.. thank God kuching is filled with nice people.. to those who were bumped by me, i'm sorry.. wasn't really looking so sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and i should be getting my jpa letter this week.. provided my name isn't forgotten that is.. if it is, i'm toast.. lol.. can't wait to get it cuz i'm dying to know where i'm going.. i'm keeping my fingers crossed it'll be UK.. then i can travel throughout europe during my breaks (excellent!! don't have to bother flying back during the hols..) wanna go to rome and see the churches.. damn, it better be UK!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i can't wait to leave to study.. most of my friends are flying by end of the month :( as much as i'd love to leave, i hope my flight won't be till july.. i wanna celebrate my mum's birthday first!! might be the last time i get to celebrate with her.. and it's super obvious now, she'll miss me when i leave (you're showing it without realizing mum!! lol!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of this, i gotta start getting my bro to do the stuffs that i do when i'm here.. he's gotta learn how to maintain the cars at home (as in filing the battery water and checking the m oil level and stuffs), wake up early on sundays to follow my mum marketing and etc.. don't know if he's gonna pull it off.. i think he will.. though i'm super sure when i leave, dinner wouldn't be such a lively affair anymore.. bro and sis just can't liven the atmosphere!! and that gives more reason for my mum to miss me.. seems like she can joke most with me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dad's being mean.. he says when i go, no no allowance coming in from him.. i'm supposed to survive solely on the allowance from jpa.. nice.. don't really mind though.. i'm just gonna be super thrifty.. can't really expect much because due to my sis not being able to get a place in USM, my parents might have to send her to private uni which costs a lot since she wanna take up medical course (medical courses in private uni don't exacly come cheap do they).. i don't really understand why she wanna do that.. considering her results are average and she doesn't really wanna work hard in her studies and likes to get involved in nonsense club activity, she may as well be a social worker.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum says she'll send me money.. though i don't really wanna accept it because she's already 46 and is high time she start using her own money to enjoy her life.. i'm thinking of saving some of the monthly allowance from jpa to get her tickets to fly to china or korea (her dream destination) it's been a while since she went on a plane, considering the family's finanicial crisis that kicked in when i was in form 2.. sure we're better off now but she still hasn't been flying and i really want her to step foot in korea before she hits 50.. i think i can do that in 2 years time, when i'm overseas and receiving allowance in US$.. God bless me my plan work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sis, seems like she's got another option.. IPTA.. if she can get a slot then it'll be great.. if she can't then i guess my parents got no choice but to send her to private uni.. when that happens, hopefully she'll start appreciating my parents more and and stop raising her voice when she speaks to them sometimes.. or listen to them more for that matter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and mum and dad got new phones!! dad bought for mummy a new samsung and well, though she isn't exactly tech savvy, she likes it and since she doesn't know how, asked me to set the ringtone to a song that she likes.. and dad got a touch screen phone with a 5 megapixel camera and can hold two simcards.. nice.. that old man really loves changing his phone.. though i got to admit, this time, that bloody phone he bought, totally rocks!! haha.. wonder if he'll get me a new one.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised how much money i'm gonna get my parents to spend before i go.. mum insists on holding a farewell dinner and inviting peeps, i need to get some new clothes and definitely a new pair of jeans (mimi knows why.. lol..) some shoes, a new laptop (sorry dad!! i can't resist!! haha) and i'm trying to get him to get me a broadband, to stay connected.. lol.. oh well, i'll pay them back when i graduate and start working..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i'm getting sleepy after drinking soybean and eating chips.. so i'll end my bumpy night here and slump into bed.. has been a long day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-contract ended-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-8896181060701650035?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/8896181060701650035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/06/bump-bump-bi-bump-bump.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/8896181060701650035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/8896181060701650035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/06/bump-bump-bi-bump-bump.html' title='bump bump bi bump bump'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-1995759749295795840</id><published>2009-05-31T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:18:55.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sri aman trip..</title><content type='html'>it's 12.30 in the morning and i just took a nice shower.. and now i'm in my room, in front of the laptop while drinking horlicks and eating a small bar of chocolate.. nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, before i get on with my trip to sri aman, i want to pay tribute to a cat, who was murdered i may say, by my aunt in sri aman, just because she killed a chick.. i mean come on, it was just a chick and it's their nature to kill for food.. she didn't have to hit her till she died!! stupid aunt.. i was really hurt when i found out about it saturday.. that cat had always had a spot in my heart.. sad, knowing i'll never see her again.. i still remember the last time i played with her, she wsa just so adorable and cute.. gosh.. it's really unfair she had to died just like that.. just so unfair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiKw-h7NejI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Lj66aqRA9N4/s1600-h/Jojo003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiKw-h7NejI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Lj66aqRA9N4/s320/Jojo003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342026696319924786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiKxHn396DI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QGcN69wUHpE/s1600-h/Jojo004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiKxHn396DI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QGcN69wUHpE/s320/Jojo004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342026852535756850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mao mao (the cat who died and the one in white) and her kitten.. these are the only memories of mao mao that i have.. regret for not taking any pictures during chinese new year.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;may you rest in peace&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on my trip.. we left at about 8 and stopped at golden arch cafe for breakfast.. my mum bought taufu fa for my grandparents because they really loveeating it and golden arch sells one of the best taufu fa in town.. so we continued on with the journey after breakfast.. reached there at about 12 something if i was not mistaken.. there were no dogs to greet us as usual because they all died but one due to some disease.. sad.. but they were two new kittens (mao mao's before she was killed.. now the poor kittens don't have any mum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to talk about really since sri aman is really a laid back place.. i went to town at about 5 something and we went to kfc for dinner, sort of.. we were joined by my uncle from sri aman and my cousin.. apparently, she can really eat though she's kinda skinny.. haha.. i should've taken her picture.. amei amei (that's what i call her) don't really know how old is she.. older than me but by how many years i don't know.. it was there also i found out that my cousin who's studying in kl, actually is now in UK for holiday.. explains why he's not back here yet.. he's coming back on the 9th.. looking forward to that.. on the way back from kfc, what a sight!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiKy9lrB0tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Zr9Ah9h8c5c/s1600-h/Jojo076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiKy9lrB0tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Zr9Ah9h8c5c/s320/Jojo076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342028879169180370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you can't really see.. here's another one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiKzJbomBxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nIjiYpIO7hc/s1600-h/Jojo077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiKzJbomBxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nIjiYpIO7hc/s320/Jojo077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342029082633045778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how much is the dog paying the taxi driver.. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back and did nothing but online online online online.. went to bed at around 1 something after watching Last Comic Standing.. super funny and talented jokers on the show.. oh, and my another cousin who's a teacher, came back from his 3 months course edi.. he reached home last night round 10 something and it was great to converse with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, woke up early round 7 something due to a message from a friend who just had to wake me up to tell me that it's reporting day at Universiti Teknologi Petronas.. yada yada yada.. so i was up and running super early.. lol.. we left for kuching at about 10 and my grandpa was holding his tears back when i hugged and kissed him goodbye.. so was my grandma.. i hope this is not the last time i'm going back to sri aman before i go off to study.. heard that my aunt wanna go back again end of june.. really hope i can go back again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back, i saw a goat.. reminds me of stubborn goat.. lol.. and we stopped by at serian for lunch.. after that stopped by at some pot shop because my aunt wanted to buy some flower pots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home around 2 something and went to chursh for sunday evening mass.. the sermon was great.. really fits what i really wanna hear.. and speaking of church, there's a book i saw in sri aman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK25ffu73I/AAAAAAAAAJg/2fOVh7v001E/s1600-h/Jojo087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK25ffu73I/AAAAAAAAAJg/2fOVh7v001E/s320/Jojo087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342033206838226802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book was about the favorite bible stories by certain people.. i didn't flip the whole book, but the page that i happened to flip on, really helps me learn something.. i flipped to a page where Michael Chang (a great tennis player in his era) chose the story of 'Joseph and his coat of many colors' as his favourite story.. it was about dealing with problems in life.. really was something that made me feel better.. must be God's plan to make me accidentally flip to that page seeing i was a bit down with life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's some of the cat photos in sri aman.. i just found em.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK38cHzSVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ez_TER8_n0o/s1600-h/Jojo068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK38cHzSVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ez_TER8_n0o/s320/Jojo068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342034356983777618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of the kitten.. lazy fella this one, always sleeping.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK4L7Py2hI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QNmcWpIwEnU/s1600-h/Jojo070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK4L7Py2hI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QNmcWpIwEnU/s320/Jojo070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342034623036840466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the other one.. really naughty this one.. always disturbing the other one sleeping.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some shot of them playing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK4j6YuUwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3HGi98SiH3w/s1600-h/Jojo072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK4j6YuUwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3HGi98SiH3w/s320/Jojo072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342035035122717442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK4uLC82PI/AAAAAAAAAKA/t3y4cR3D-jQ/s1600-h/Jojo073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK4uLC82PI/AAAAAAAAAKA/t3y4cR3D-jQ/s320/Jojo073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342035211393489138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the picture of the cat who's been taking care of the mother-less kitten.. jerry as they call him, is a male cat who's had his balls cut off.. he's now taking the responsibility of caring for them.. very touching when i first saw how he really cared for them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK5iQWTxsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yLNDzeWj2wQ/s1600-h/Jojo079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK5iQWTxsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yLNDzeWj2wQ/s320/Jojo079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342036106170058434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh and this cat, really likes me.. likes to jump on my lap and asking me to stroke him.. haha.. cute really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another cat, lala.. also got his ball cut off by my that mean aunty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK5_MctudI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4xjphR1weGk/s1600-h/Jojo080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK5_MctudI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4xjphR1weGk/s320/Jojo080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342036603339389394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some more shots on the kittens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK6PLaOySI/AAAAAAAAAKo/A4CK-lIJG6E/s1600-h/Jojo082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK6PLaOySI/AAAAAAAAAKo/A4CK-lIJG6E/s320/Jojo082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342036877938444578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lazy one.. lol.. and it's also the greedy one.. see how it dives in the container (to put the dog food) just to eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK6sBMIvdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iypcMstH_mA/s1600-h/Jojo090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK6sBMIvdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iypcMstH_mA/s320/Jojo090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342037373411179986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK6r5BGrMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/B1HmtT3R4Ak/s1600-h/Jojo089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK6r5BGrMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/B1HmtT3R4Ak/s320/Jojo089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342037371217423554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the naughty one or i'd like to call, mimi.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK6_jsh6jI/AAAAAAAAALI/m1f2-eB-SXs/s1600-h/Jojo091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK6_jsh6jI/AAAAAAAAALI/m1f2-eB-SXs/s320/Jojo091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342037709091367474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK6_fI_riI/AAAAAAAAALA/vzJWNtxx714/s1600-h/Jojo088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiK6_fI_riI/AAAAAAAAALA/vzJWNtxx714/s320/Jojo088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342037707868581410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's about it for my trip to sri aman.. more contact with the animals than human but can't be helped, since there's no grand occasion so no one comes to my grandparents place.. i wish to go back one more time before i leave.. may it be granted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;counting the days till i go and till the contract ends&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-1995759749295795840?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/1995759749295795840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/sri-aman-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/1995759749295795840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/1995759749295795840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/sri-aman-trip.html' title='sri aman trip..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SiKw-h7NejI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Lj66aqRA9N4/s72-c/Jojo003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-7628432568481201907</id><published>2009-05-30T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:01:54.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no wrong,, only right..</title><content type='html'>yeah yeah i'm in sri aman already.. and it's my last time here.. em, i'm not gonna be touching on sri aman today.. i'll blog about it tomorrow when i have my cable to put in some pictures and videos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i found out something.. believe me, it hurts as hell but what else can you do.. lol.. when one is self concious, then so be it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, what i found out today tells me that there is no such thing as wrong.. everything is right.. and i mean everything.. as long as we believe it's right, even if a million people says it's wrong, it's still right.. because we alone believe it's right and that's more than sufficient to prove it is right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only way to see if there's wrong, is when we ourself believe it's wrong.. otherwise, it is right.. so there is no wrong in whatever we do so we can just go on doing whatever we want to (i do not encourage murder, robbery or what we call crimes!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh, and i'm watching last comic standing and some acts are super funny.. perfect tonic to unhurt yourself?? maybe.. ngahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to twist things around since i got kicked in the face by life today (wish it was mimi literally kicking me.. lol.. her toe's still not healed so she still can't kick me) and maybe twisting it isn't all that impossible.. and i believe if i can do it, so can everyone.. so why do some people have to commit suicide?? it is just not appropriate.. i'm sure anything and everything can be twisted around no matter how hard it is.. it all comes down to optimism ladies and gentleman.. somebody has got to start spreading optimism in this world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and damn, it's really getting funnier and funnier the acts.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and the sri aman's tidal bore festivl is gonna get bigger and better next year i'm sure.. with the nice viewing place they're making now, it'll be wonderful.. and i've decided on what i wanna do when i come back from studying.. i'll put sri aman tidal bore festival on the world map.. big plans for a small guy like me i know.. but hey, it's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind (i've always wanted to quote that!! not sure i got it right or not though.. lol..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it, it is so funny this show!! damn!! that's it i'm going off now.. this show is just too damn good.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-7628432568481201907?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/7628432568481201907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-wrong-only-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/7628432568481201907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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your head.. how i wish they were cows.. i'm sure i'd fall asleep counting them.. i love numbers.. makes me sleepy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go back to sri aman today, i guess.. provided no last minute cancellation then i'll be off before 8?? i don't know.. i'm done packing and all.. nothing much to pack considering it's only two days and one night worth of stay.. looking forward to getting out of town and just hit the village area.. out of civilisation?? i guess not considering there's internet(broadband) and astro to watch there.. the only difference is it's much more laid back and peaceful with the greens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to go for a run with the dogs.. oh wait, they all passed away!! i totally forgot.. hopefully the cats are still around..and of course to chill with my grandparents.. most definitely, this is the last time they'll get to see me.. i pray that they will be able to see the day i come back upon finishing my studies.. they're not that young anymore but i really hope and pray they'll be able to see their grandson back with an overseas degree (and probably overseas accent while speaking to them??? LOL..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lately i'm feeling different.. i'm tired all the time.. is it the lack of sleep or some changes that has been occuring lately.. i don't know.. all i know is i'm always so tired nowadays.. affects the whole system really.. mentally, physically, psychologically and all the other possible -ly.. i don't know why.. but it has been happening ever since that day, come to think of it.. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still waiting for my cousin who's studying in kl to come back.. i wonder why he's not back yet.. if i'm not mistaken his break should begin already.. unless i'm mistaken.. though i really am looking forward to his return.. then i'll have so much fun because he is super funny, or rather i've good chemistry with him.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of chemistry, i just realised how much i actually missed the subject.. heard some dude saying some chemical equation out this afternoon in inti and all that i know on chemistry suddenly whoops back in.. wonderful.. titration, neutralisation, metal displacement, acid base, transition elements, balancing of equation... damn i just miss chemistry!! lol.. now i regret not taking up science subjects from jpa.. sheesh.. but a me doing chemical engineering?? hell no.. lol.. i guess i'll stick to tourism though i've plans to switch to actuary science (without my parents knowing, if i have the chance) dealing with statistics and all would be fun; mean, mode, median, standard deviation, variance.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents parents.. and mummy saved my life today, literally.. had she not called out my name when i almost got hit by a car while walking on the road without exactly paying attention (i consider head down while walking on the road isn't exactly a smart thing to do), i'd probably be a goner right now and won't be writing this.. lol.. though being a goner sounds kinda cool.. but i've got to admit, if i were to be a goner now, i'd rather because of swine flu.. i'll go down in history as the first sarawakian to die because of that.. pretty cool kind of death, rather than your usual hit-and-die kind of thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya, mara students got their letter edi (those who got the mara scholarships) i wonder when jpa would send mine out.. i really wanna know which country i'd be going to.. not USA i hope (swine flu!!) UK would be great cuz then i'll get to watch the premier league and wimbledon.. but australia would be fine since they have the australian open.. speaking of tennis, i'm thinking of getting back the groove and hopefully get to play some college tennis when i'm overseas.. doubt i'll pull it off but maybe it's worth a shot.. after all, we never know what God has in store for us.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think life just kicks you hard in the face, no?? well, it happens and there's nothing you can do about it.. then again, nothing is impossible.. lol.. i think the next time i get kicked hard in the face, i'll twist it to the extent than i would feel i never get kicked at all.. sounds impossible?? maybe not.. oh well.. let's just try try try.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of try, i'm trying my very best in one thing.. doesn't seem to be working.. probably i should just resign to the fact that it won't do and i'm sure you already made up your mind seeing what you did tonight.. leaving leaving leaving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, i'm starting to get my optimism back though i'm still tired.. and i'm super sure i'll still be tired tomorrow (today) bad thing is i'm not gonna be able to go to church to be a hundred percent back.. hmm, when can i go i wonder.. maybe sunday evening alone at church would be brilliant.. yeah, i'll go alone... hope mummy doesn't tag along.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should try to get some sleep though i'm sure i'll be spending the three hours ride sleeping at the back of the car.. wonder if my cousin amy coming along.. makes no difference anyway.. though i'm sure she'll be OK to talk with, in a way.. i guess i don't talk much to her though i'm super close to her brother.. why o?? amy amy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm off to catch a train to lala land as one would say.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hurt-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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curse??'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-6815195671110020516</id><published>2009-05-29T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:26:23.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long day...</title><content type='html'>it's been a long day today.. woke up at 7 to eat breakfast then went back to sleep.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at about 11 something i got up and after michelle said there was club exhibition i called jd to pick me up.. took him super long to reach my place and we reached inti at about 1.. by then michelle was already moody.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left at about slightly before 2 and dropped michelle home.. then i was dragged by jd to follow him to look for mechanic.. i was super hungry and thankfully he brought me to mcd before going around.. went with some other nigerians and obviously i was the odd one out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, i took my shower and ws about to rest when suddenly my mum asked me to follow her out.. as tired as i was, i went with her.. and the best part probably was when we were walking back to the car and i almost got hit by one car for not looking at the road.. mind was somewhere else.. now i really wish i'd been hit by the car.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you just get hurt by what someone does or say for that matter.. really hurts but all you can do is just retreat to a corner and lick the wound yourself.. if you don't want it anymore, just say so.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just say so &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='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-3877113853258527560</id><published>2009-05-26T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:01:20.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pain pain pain..</title><content type='html'>well, it's almost two in the morning and again i can't sleep just like yesterday.. for two days two nights now my stomach has been killing me causing me unable to sleep.. i don't remember doing anything that would cause my stomach to be in pain but it is and i can't sleep because of this.. how i wish the pain would disappear.. now i've to hope that i can fall asleep, just like last night which means i won't be a dead log till 3 something.. sigh.. stupid pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to the weekends.. going back to sri aman.. gonna get to see my grandparents.. probably the last time i'll get to see them before i leave.. unless my parents would take me back during chinese new year.. or christmas for that matter.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i got screwed by my mum this evening.. told her that when i go off to study, if there's a slot available for the course actuary science, i'll switch to that.. then she fired me and say you've chosen tourism so just stick to it.. don't switch here switch there.. lol.. i don't even know why i wanna switch.. must be because i guess actuary science would be more challenging with the statistics and all.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i do wonder.. wonder wonder wonder.. what is running through the mind... wonder wonder wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyah this pain is a killer.. i hope i get better when i wake up.. should pray for that.. ignored ignored ignored and act as if it's fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next week, bad week.. considering that fat sister of mine would be taking the car away for a camp that she didn't have to get her nosy butt into.. i would love to throw stuffs at her really.. but i had a change of heart after mummy called her fat and and says 'aren't you fat enough??' today.. NGAHAHA!! good job mum.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, can't wait for the weekend really.. good place to be taking a walk.. really would help to clear some things off the mind.. change in scenery usually helps.. so ya, can't wait for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw this pain, it's getting worse.. though i hope that indicates i'll be better tomorrow.. i hope for the better, not the worst.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time time time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and God, i need an answer.. and damn, i'm not going to church since i'll be in sri aman.. so i guess it's another week's worth of wait for that answer then.. sigh.. maybe if i pray twice as hard here compared to in church i can get one answer now?? lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's enough crap from me i guess.. i'm gonna try to sleep now.. hope i can..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;18 years and 19 days, could you be the one??&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-3877113853258527560?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/3877113853258527560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/pain-pain-pain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/3877113853258527560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/3877113853258527560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/pain-pain-pain.html' title='pain pain pain..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-1706272366241751581</id><published>2009-05-25T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:30:59.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a walk to remember</title><content type='html'>it's 1 in the morning and i just finished watching one movie.. a good one, to me.. was an old one titled -A walk to remember-.. guess there are lots of things that i picked up from the movie.. but the main thing was how positive that girl was though she was gonna die.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didn't looked at life differently.. she embraced the fact and lived her life to the fullest.. now i know it's just a movie, but if everyone is like her, then i'm sure the world would be a better place.. she continued as if she wasn't sick and never complained or told anyone about her sickness (she had leukemia) now some may think it's not easy to do that in the real life.. actually, it is easy.. only if one have faith..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faith.. another thing that i picked up from the movie.. the girl actually moved the guy, who never believed in faith, with her faith in God.. she has so much faith in God that she was never angry at God for her sickness (minus when she started dating the guy, though it was never specified if she was angry) probably it's her faith that made her positive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one that really hits me was when she was lying on the hospital bed.. she said something about how she realised that this is how God has planned this journey for her (she was saying it positively) made me think, what's God plans for me?? (i hope it isn't lying on the hospital bed with leukemia) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never really bothered about what His plans are to be honest.. i just live day by the day.. but now i wonder.. i know it's not possible to change what He has planned.. everything has been set out for me.. it just depends on how i get there.. i really wonder what lies at the end of the path that he has set out for me.. and i can't really make out the hints that He might have dropped off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touching on my life, don't know what i'll end up doing with it.. i'll be re-starting my university life again in about a month or so.. i'll be taking tourism, something that may or may not be right for me, considering my brain capabilities.. people are telling me i should be doing medicine or engineering.. oh well, i guess i'll find out in the end whether it's the right thing to do.. i used to play tennis and was not bad at it.. up till now, i don't know whether i made the right decision to stop playing.. come to think of it, there are many decisions that i made that makes me wonder.. was it all part of God's plan for me, all these decisions i've made?? i really am curious to know right now.. though the only way i can find out is to continue walking till the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of walk, i'll be off soon for a new chapter in my life.. and before i leave, i'd really love to take a walk, a walk to remember....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and it is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truths. it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope and to endure whatever comes&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-1706272366241751581?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/1706272366241751581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/walk-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/1706272366241751581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/1706272366241751581'/><link rel='alternate' 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my day started at 5.20 in the morning when i was woken up by my cat kitty who decided to spend the night out hanging out wit probably her other feline friends of the wild.. she came back at 5.20 through MY room window and as it was closed, she cried and cried and cried again till i opened it.. normally, i'd be ok with it but but due to her coming back at that particular time, it actually spoilt a dream i was having.. i was dreaming of eating burgers with mimi!! and kitty had to spoil it.. she was about to eat the burger you know kitty.. if you can read my blog i'm sure you'll feel guilty and won't be able to sleep soundly like how you are now.. ish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day got gradually better in a way.. went marketing with my mum and though i'd to wake up at 7, it was worth it.. i had american breakfast and kolo mee for it.. ngahaha.. super nice! then we went to sunday market and as usual i look at the sellers.. there was this beef seller that really was disgusting.. he was cutting beef for a customer, with his BARE hands, and wiped it on his pants and then he CONTINUED cutting.. so gross.. so unhygienic.. if i was working in the Health Ministry i'd stipulate that all butchers and sellers in the market MUST put on a disposable handglove for hygiene purpose.. when i went back, i continued sleeping only to wake up and find out mimi had her toe nail removed.. and she's in so much pain now and i can't do anything to make her better.. maybe it's about time i put my brain to use and study medicine and be a doctor.. sigh.. which i had the initiative to utilise my capability.. hope she feels better soon.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went to my grandma's (whom i haven't visit for 3 months though her house is nearby) for lunch.. had some prayers to commemorate my grandpa's death anniversary.. and i realised i really have a knack to get little kids to come to me.. maybe it's because i turn into one when i'm around them.. no!! i'm 18.. stop behaving like a kid!! and they just love to bug me.. went back and i think i didn't sleep in the afternoon, i don't remember.. must be the age factor since i am growing older..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with my mum in the evening.. and yes, i love it when she's super nice to me that she brought me to mcD though we had dinner edi at home.. and i took the chance to whack one spicy chicken mcdeluxe and one mcchicken.. not to mention one large fries.. i am guilty of gluttony so God, please forgive me.. though it was realy enjoyable (sorry God!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and watched some movies (goal 2 and high school musical 3).. and now out of boredom i am telling you guys about my boring day.. oh well.. i guess in life there's two splits, boring or not boring.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it depends on how one looks at it.. boring people live a boring life and people who really knows how to appreciate and enjoy life will live a non boring life.. simple equation really, unlike your add math equations.. though i've to say, add math, pretty easy, when you remove all those tough equations that is.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm off to writing another post so adieu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-4819923965854194597?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/4819923965854194597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-feel-like-typing-i-know-we-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/4819923965854194597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i've hit the crossroads a couple of times.. and once you decide which road to take, it seems like there's no turning back, minus a few occasionally rare U-turns that you might find along the road.. only then can you turn back and pick the road again.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couple of roads that i took i wish i could U-turn.. sure, the U-turns are there but but i doubted it would be a good idea for me to take it.. sometimes i wonder, why do i doubt taking the U-turn when i'm doubting even more the path i've taken is the right one.. it may not be the right path, but it may be the right thing to do by not turning back.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe because the obstacles on the path that i've taken are not big enough to deter me and to make me turn back though there are times i really wish i didn't take this road.. though i wonder, where would i be if i didn't take this road.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should just continue on the road i've taken and let things unfold.. then again, obstacles are always there no matter what the case.. exactly.. stupid me.. then i'm certain now the road that i've taken is actually the right one and i'll walk on it till i reach the destination..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-7336868636310479099?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/7336868636310479099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/crossroad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/7336868636310479099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/7336868636310479099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/crossroad.html' title='crossroad'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-7892003144421816108</id><published>2009-05-22T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:14:02.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>true</title><content type='html'>I wont talk&lt;br /&gt;I wont breathe&lt;br /&gt;I wont move till you finally see&lt;br /&gt;That you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think I dont look&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside&lt;br /&gt;In the corner of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Im attached to you&lt;br /&gt;Im weak&lt;br /&gt;Its true&lt;br /&gt;Cuz im afraid to know the answer&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me too?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my heart keeps falling faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life&lt;br /&gt;To cross this line&lt;br /&gt;To the only thing thats true&lt;br /&gt;So I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;Its time to try&lt;br /&gt;Anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've waited&lt;br /&gt;This is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont know what you do&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you walk into the room&lt;br /&gt;Im afraid to move&lt;br /&gt;Im weak&lt;br /&gt;Its true&lt;br /&gt;Im just scared to know the ending&lt;br /&gt;Do you see me too?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know u met me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life to cross this line&lt;br /&gt;To the only thing thats true&lt;br /&gt;So I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;Its time to try anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've waited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I go ill be on my way to you&lt;br /&gt;The way thats true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life to cross this line&lt;br /&gt;To the only thing thats true&lt;br /&gt;So I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;Its time to try anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've waited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-7892003144421816108?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/7892003144421816108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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so i went with my mum.. so she was nice to bring me for lunch first.. then we went to simpang tiga to get my ic changed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady at the counter super friendly so so i gave her cemerlang when have to give customer response on her service.. super happy the fella when i give cemerlang.. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then on the way back kena lecture by my mum.. weird weird.. well, maybe not exactly lecture but lecture la that.. it all started when i forgot how and why, suddenly the issue respect came out.. then she gave a statement, 'you can pay money to get many things, but respect is something you have to earn'.. ceh, ada bakat my mum wanna be motivational speaker.. then from there she moved on to respect for you parents and say that if you don't respect them, you'll not get any blessings.. wa, i thought she was attacking me, no kidding.. terasa me.. check check she focused on my sis who always get angry at my dad one.. lol.. what a relieve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she shared something about almost 50 years edi and she never muka masam masam with her parents.. don't know la how true it is.. lol.. then she say maka last time her dad punishment damn extreme compared to how my dad is now la.. she said last time the dad will tie people up at the durian tree.. wa, i wanted to laugh when i heard that.. how la she can compare this zaman and that zaman.. for one, i'm sure there are no durian trees around my house for my dad to tie us up.. lol.. then she was saying something about they all last time super naughty and all la.. here she gave one story.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they (my mum and her siblings, 7 of them) were playing hide and seek and of all the place to play, they played IN the fish pond.. no my grandfather memang don't let them play in there la.. so happy happy they play and cari each other while screaming 'sine kau sine kau??(where you where you??)' biasa la hide and seek kan have to find people.. then then out of the blue pap, my grandpa appear with a rotan and start shouting 'tok nya aku!! (here i am!!)'.. ketawa i hear the story.. lol.. ya they all scrambled out of the pond and started running.. lol.. mummy mummy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she picked up something from me.. well i have an aunt who memang sombong la because she kaya and and her daughter is a doctor.. we call her mamak.. but i always call her mamak sombong la when i talk to my mum.. and normally my mum calls her mamak only.. then today suddenly she start calling her mamak sombong.. appu mummy.. since when???!!! ngahaha.. picking up things from me now aa you mum?? lol.. i'm super sure you'll miss me when i leave.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now now reflection.. what she said is true la.. it's definitely a must to respect your parents.. and yes, respect is definitely earned.. so mum, i think you can go and be a motivational speaker after you retire from teaching.. go help daddy with his talks and all.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i've to stop typing and get myself ready to go to INTI for meeting.. so lazy.. oh well, at least can go see mimi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-3662836690814968333?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/3662836690814968333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/mummy-lecture-wahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/3662836690814968333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/3662836690814968333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/mummy-lecture-wahaha.html' title='mummy lecture.. wahaha..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-3957067027911185455</id><published>2009-05-19T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:54:50.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertainty..</title><content type='html'>uncertainty.. mixed feelings.. unsure.. are they all the same?? sometimes in life we get these feelings.. for some, they get these more than others.. in a way maybe it's good when it comes to making decisions to be having these feelings.. at least it shows you actually think which decision is the right one to be made though in the end you might not come out with one at all.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what if it applies to something else instead of decisions?? it applies to say, an action.. after you did it then you begin to wonder.. was it the right thing to do,  or the wrong thing.. the moment you realised, if it's for the better, it's fine.. but if it's for worst then probably you'll regret it.. would it be too late to regret if the consequences of that action is huge, negatively?? i guess it is when it comes down to that.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes there might be no consequences at all but you'll still wonder.. and that's when it goes down to this: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I DON'T KNOW&lt;/span&gt;.. this i don't know phrase, good or bad?? well to be honest, I DON'T KNOW.. but i guess when the time comes then you'll know and that's when we'll say I KNOW.. or some peeps who like to show they're clever, they'll tell you, I TOLD YOU SO.. lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncertainty uncertainty uncertainty.. oh well.. best to let it be and let it unfold  in front of you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-3957067027911185455?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/3957067027911185455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/uncertainty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/3957067027911185455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/3957067027911185455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/uncertainty.html' title='uncertainty..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-3211126874571683937</id><published>2009-05-14T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:02:57.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weather..</title><content type='html'>the weather used to be sunny.. then somehow it got a bit cloudy.. then it rained a bit.. just a light drizzle though.. then it became sunny again.. and then there had to be dark clouds.. there is still a bit of sunlight but it seems like a thunderstorm is coming.. you can actually feel that chilly wind blowing no kidding.. better put on a sweater or you might catch a cold.. foods need to be stocked up as well.. in other words, brace yourself for the thunderstorm.. hell no one wants to go out to look for food and other necessities in that raging thunderstorm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the changes in weather actually is boring.. no kidding.. but so it seems the weather changes to suit the surroundings so deal with it.. but sometimes, those who have a preferred weather will get sick and angry for the changes.. idiots.. as if you can actually change the weather by being angry.. lol.. so deal with it.. some prefer sunny, some prefer rain.. though i'm sure some wonders, can there be a day with no weather at all??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-3211126874571683937?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/3211126874571683937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/3211126874571683937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/3211126874571683937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/weather.html' title='weather..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-3228991638005724469</id><published>2009-05-09T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:23:20.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm leaving..</title><content type='html'>yes.. i'm leaving INTI, my home, my loved ones, kuching and then in the end, i'll leave malaysia.. found out about it just before 12 midnight on the day of my birthday courtesy of a phone call from cyril janting.. thanks cy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum and dad's ok with it.. mum's super happy cuz she now has bragging rights since i'm the first from my mum's side to be sent for overseas programme.. dad well, he never seemed like he cared.. here's what he was telling me the other day before jpa results were released..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: you've only got two options from here on&lt;br /&gt;me: what??&lt;br /&gt;dad: one, you get the scholarship and GET LOST or two you stay here and finish studying in INTI..&lt;br /&gt;me: em, ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i told miss sentha about this conversation when i went to her house yesterday boy did she had a good laugh.. haha.. seems like my dad got his wish cuz now i'm really gonna get lost from this place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of miss sentha, i went to her house yesterday to tell her that i'm leaving.. she was shocked and surprised at first, then probably a bit sad but she said she's happy for me that i'm leaving.. then we had some other topics of conversations before i left for church..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends were all happy for me that i'm leaving.. was at soho that night with some of my friends when i learned about the news i'm leaving.. told them and they were happy.. somehow that night i wasn't happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things change when you know you're gonna leave.. people's view changes.. seems like everything changes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had mixed feelings when i learned that i was leaving.. there are certain things that i'd really love to let go but there are some that i just don't want to let go but i'm forced to.. part of me insists on staying and another part is roaring to go.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've settled on going anyway because i guess i just wanna leave this place and certain things.. thinking of starting a new life abroad.. it's gonna be a bit to painful to come back because of one reason.. so i'm thinking of not coming back at all during the years i'm away from here though at first i wanted to come back ocassionally during the long breaks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is indeed full of twist and turn.. i had hopes of leaving but never thought i'd get it.. now it's given to me, i'm hesitating.. hesitation, something most of us are accustomed with.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've embraced the fact that i'm leaving and the fact of losing certain things because of this.. probably this is the best decision for me to make, which is to leave.. for every action, there are consequences.. and for my action of leaving, the consequences are losing certain things that i don't wanna lose.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many things that i need to do before i go.. hopefully i'll have enough time to do all the things that i wanna do.. waiting for the offer letter which should be coming by this week or next.. from there i'll know when i'm going and then i can start planning on finishing the things that i need to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;losing you is a fact that i have embraced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-3228991638005724469?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-2662512770109857424</id><published>2009-05-05T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T04:14:01.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new sem..</title><content type='html'>well, new semester began yesterday.. wasn't really looking forward to it but nothing can be done.. anyway i left for INTI with alven at around 8 something.. when we reached we took our timetables.. and miss teng allowed us to do 6 subjects this sem (brilliant cuz now we're gonna finish the whole thing in 7 semesters instead of 8) we supposedly have class at 8 but no one went so we opted to go home and come back later for the next class.. it was management and computer application..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alven picked me up from home at around 11.45 and when we entered the class, we saw something or more like someone bad.. it was that noisy girl who's one semester ahead of us.. turns out she's in the same class as me in management and computer as well.. and she wasted no time to piss me off by making so much noise.. everytime miss teng said something, there will be a loudspeaker behind me retorting back.. normally i'd have a super high patience but i just recovered from sickness and it seems like i was still tense so i really felt like throwing stuffs at her so she'd shut up.. anyway, miss teng made me and alven class rep and we were dismissed after a half an hour due to no notes (people were saying they can't study without notes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then hanged out at the cafetaria as i was super hungry.. out of the 6 of us there, only me alone was eating my lunch.. after i had my lunch, i was messaging when nyko, who was sitting opposite of me made the stupidest remark ever.. she said my fingers were like a girl's fingers.. felt like throwing shoes at her.. stupid girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to some reasons we later landed at china boy's house.. nice place with nice rules.. but some people obviously didn't observe it.. lol.. here was the rule..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sf_5PFWbGNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YFsDErvmIgI/s1600-h/Jojo042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sf_5PFWbGNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YFsDErvmIgI/s320/Jojo042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332254521359538386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here was why it was broken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sf_5cbFMJ-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/felpeULJx8o/s1600-h/Jojo043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sf_5cbFMJ-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/felpeULJx8o/s320/Jojo043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332254750531135458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the offender, ashamed of what she did.. lol.. chun yian chun yian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sf_5rxwkIRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2FfZhg0UzJI/s1600-h/Jojo044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sf_5rxwkIRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2FfZhg0UzJI/s320/Jojo044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332255014316679442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i remember why we went to china boy aka phil's house.. he wanted to fix the wireless thingy that we went to but together at wisma the other day.. it still wasn't working so we went there to bring it to the shop to get it done.. however, before we went he tried to see if he can make it work on his own, the tech geek wanna be.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sf_6OOGKuDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QtC2VPD0-AE/s1600-h/Jojo041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sf_6OOGKuDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QtC2VPD0-AE/s320/Jojo041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332255606039033906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously someone told him that the power of love can overcome anything so he tried to make the thing work with his girlfriend, han xiao, by his side.. well obviously that someone failed to state that the power of love thingy, doesn't work when it comes to computer stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw something funny at phil's house.. he was using what we MALAYSIANS would call a portable potty, as a waste basket.. lol.. now i know people from CHINA assumes portable potty as waste basket.. phil himself admitted that he didn't know.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sf_7M1EuqYI/AAAAAAAAAII/ybBBCJHqhSE/s1600-h/Jojo046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sf_7M1EuqYI/AAAAAAAAAII/ybBBCJHqhSE/s320/Jojo046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332256681653873026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the portable potty turned waste basket..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, he couldn't get thing done so we had to go to the shop instead to fix it.. we were there for quite a while and even the shop person couldn't do it.. he finally suggested that they bring their modem as well.. so alven had to rush from one end to the other end to make it in time as we have class at 4.. so as he rushed out, heused the wrong lane when going downhill from the saberkas car park.. if there was a car coming up at that time it wouldn't have been funny but there wasn't so we were laughing.. when we reached phil's house, he took the modem and alven drove super fast back to wisma.. then we went to wisma to pick his sis from school, drop her back home, get phil from wisma then straight to INTI for class.. we made it around 4.10 so it was fun.. class was dismissed in a while and we get to go back home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we were walking to the car, there was a funny (well, not so funny really) thing i saw.. a dead frog that got hit by a car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sf_8magThuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aBR4U3DIaL0/s1600-h/Jojo040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sf_8magThuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aBR4U3DIaL0/s320/Jojo040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332258220710004450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i see why in Malaysia we have the simpulan bahasa that says 'mati KATAK'.. lol.. i finally fully understood that simpulan bahasa now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the night, i got to spend some time with mimi at taman sahabat.. nice cuz it's been 2 weeks since i got to spend time with her.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my day of fun in form 6 plan is ruined.. no thanks to my dad who doesn't allow me to go back for one day.. so thomas lau (st. joe principal) you're safe from that incoming paper ball.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone's mood has somehow been lifted back up slightly.. so not that moody anymore.. which is good.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i end the post, here's a little something that mimi might be interested in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sf_9q34P-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NLQKy0MpJZs/s1600-h/Jojo051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sf_9q34P-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NLQKy0MpJZs/s320/Jojo051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332259396826167538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PURPLE..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-2662512770109857424?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/2662512770109857424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-sem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-4195121009130730284</id><published>2009-05-03T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:44:49.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>it's again 12 something at night.. and just when i thought i was gonna be fine, my blocked nose decided to come back and made me otherwise.. so once again i'm unable to sleep so i decided to let some things out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new semester begins tomorrow.. sigh.. i seem to be not ready for it.. seems like i still wanna enjoy the holidays (not exactly enjoyable but the prospect of not studying is fun) anyway, another 4 months of hustle wustle it seems.. speaking about 4 months, no doubt this will be the toughest 4 months in my life, unless something happens.. i don't know whether i can cope with it.. asked God the other day for an answer.. i don't know whether i got one but i assumed i did when He made me feel calm.. real tough.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 7 days and form 6 begins.. i'll be going back to school for the first day only.. lol.. my mum says i'll wreak havoc in school.. seems like she finally understands her son.. lol.. here's exactly what she said, "habis la.. kecoh".. mummy mummy, i'm not that bad of a student ok.. besides not liking to tuck in and keeping the hair short and running around making noise, i make a fairly good student.. and that's why i would love form 6 in St. Joe.. definitely a no no to be in batu lintang.. two reasons.. one, my mum's teaching there so i gotta keep her reputation clean by being a goodie goodie which i totally despise.. two, it's such a disciplined school, something i've never been through before (St. Joe, do take it as a compliment.. lol..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it seems i'll only be looking forward to next monday.. definitely not looking forward to this particular sem's classes.. all so boring.. need someone to keep me awake in class!! but i do have a resolution of nailing at least 3A+ this sem, just to maintain my last sem performance.. so i guess i'll be awake and pay attention.. no more throwing paper ball in class i guess.. wait wait wait, hell no i'm not gonna throw paper ball.. IT'S DAMN FUN!! so watch out nyko, the moment you lay a finger on me in class the paper balls are gonna start flying.. mood mood mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of mood, seems like someone's not in a fairly good one.. tough tough toughie tough.. feels so different.. oh well, i'm living and riding with it.. and with this attitude, one day you're gonna get annoyed with me as so it seems.. since i'm already making things hard for you.. anyway, everyday's a new day so how it passes has been decided by God.. reminds me of a hymn song (pius should know this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not worry over what to eat,&lt;br /&gt;what to wear or put upon your feet.&lt;br /&gt;Trust and care go do your best today,&lt;br /&gt;leave it in the hands of the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;leave it in the hands of the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ain't gonna worry about it.. leaving it in the hands of the Lord..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, seems like this blocked nose is killing me.. which it did so i don't have to suffer but no no, i'm not ready to die since there's some things left to be done.. so i quote bruce willis, 'live free or die hard'&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of jason's stupid question, why live when you can die?? well mate, it seems i've found one super good reason to live, and i'm not sharing with you.. lol.. crazy crazy crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are just so crazy right now.. oh and i'll be going to the bus station on friday with jay.. will be accompanying him as he sends off his girlfriend who's going for matrix.. pity pity considering it's only a month's plus they got to spend time together.. lucky me i still have 4 months.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the things here from a different perspective, it seems life is indeed full of twist and turns.. and it's up to a person on how to deal with it.. in this case, i'd assume the winner here would be an optimistic person since they're able to adapt and deal with the twists and turns.. anyway, a life wouldn't be a life worth living if there's no twist and turns, no?? sure you'll say that it would be better without the twists and turns but wait till you really experience that.. you'll be begging God for the twists and turns i assure you.. us catholics have a hymn for this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i thank you Lord,&lt;br /&gt;for the trials that come my way&lt;br /&gt;In that way i can grow each day&lt;br /&gt;as I let You lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to everyone out there, be it optimist or pessimist, emo or gothic or whatsoever, just leave it in the hands of your God and let him lead.. that way, you'll find a new lease in life and then as a whole, we'll thank God for everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well, i'm gonna try draining two bottles of water now to see if it can make me feel better, though i'm sure i won't sleep after that because of the frequent visits to the toilet.. lol.. so i guess i'm off now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;if only i could understand you, and you can understand how it is for me, it will all be a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-4195121009130730284?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/4195121009130730284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/4195121009130730284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/4195121009130730284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-6875166137450831110</id><published>2009-05-02T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:42:47.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fever came back..</title><content type='html'>it's 12 something and i can't sleep.. not that i don't want to.. i can't.. my fever striked back after i came back from church and now i'm having a bit of trouble breathing so yeah, i can't sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got someone to listen to me tonight though normally i wouldn't want to bug you with things.. it made me feel lighter.. so thank you.. and thanks for making me smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hating this fever.. i feel worse then crap.. i can barely breathe and best part is i can't even walk properly..i almost tripped walking up the stairs.. thank God i didn't fell or it would have been a night in the hospital for me (considering the distance was quite far from top to bottom) though it would be fun to try spending a night in the hospital.. my whole body is hurting and i hope this stupid fever and flu combination will be gone asap..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-6875166137450831110?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/6875166137450831110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/fever-came-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/6875166137450831110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/6875166137450831110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/fever-came-back.html' title='fever came back..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-420311239740587622</id><published>2009-05-02T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T06:22:12.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when you need someone to talk to..</title><content type='html'>complains complains complains.. i'm always at the hearing end of complains.. i don't mind though.. not when it's not stupid complains.. but i am sick and tired of complains such as &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1)my gf is one cm taller than me&lt;br /&gt;   2)my gf prefers cola but i like sprite&lt;br /&gt;   3)my mum wants me to study medic but i want engineering&lt;br /&gt;   4)i went so far to see her but she wasn't there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.. get a life man peeps who complain this kind of stuffs.. what do you expect me to do?? you want me to advice you to cut your hair spiky so you'll be taller if not as tall?? you want me to force your gf to drink 100 cans of sprite so she'll fall in love with it?? you want me to tell your mum engineering has a better future?? you want me to look for her for you so you don't have to trouble yourself?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind to listen if it's really something that needs someone's listening.. nor do i mind giving advice if it is worth advising.. but the sole fact that those stupid complains are not important stands.. so please, i am sick of it (you know who you are) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i sit down and think of it, i'm always there if people wants to let something out.. i'm always there to listen, to give suggestions.. but when i feel like letting somethings out, when i need to share, most of the time i can't.. no one will be there.. at least not the ones that i feel like talking to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's saturday.. i'd normally feel good in the evening after coming out of church but today it was different.. i'm bugged by some things.. i really need someone to talk to.. but it seems as usual, the ones that i feel like talking to, the ones that i know would make me feel better once i pour it out, are not there.. nice.. just nice.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm done with sharing and all this nonsense.. i'll keep things to myself.. simple.. then i wouldn't trouble those people to listen to me.. i can survive not sharing anyway.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all you who's always complaining to me, i guess you can just keep it coming.. seems like i'm born to be a listener rather than to get people listen to me.. so just keep it coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complains complains complains..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-420311239740587622?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-2325553367449663294</id><published>2009-05-01T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:39:28.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick..</title><content type='html'>well well, it's 11 something.. a bit too early to be sleeping but for a sick person like me, it's a bit too late.. yes, i'm down with a bout of fever and flu (not swine flu i hope) my body's temperature way above average, my nose is running (not literally though it would be funny if it was), i'm coughing like mad and my throat feels weird.. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, enough on the sickness and now to what happened yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the day results were released.. my first sem in INTI and i got 3A+ 1A and 1A-..  screw the A- there.. expected anyway because it was housekeeping.. never liked that subject.. stupid.. anyway, after i collected the results, i went out together wuth alven, china boy phil and han xiao.. we went to look for a wireless router.. or something like that.. we went to wisma saberkas and went around looking for it.. we went first to sri sarjana and then after checking it out, we went to PC Image.. phil found out that it was more expensive at pc image so we head back to sri sarjana and bought the stuff there.. can't remember how much it was though.. and it was there also while waiting for phil that alven told me he got the interview to study about sea navigation or something like that.. the interview will be held in Hilton on the 11th this month (gives me a good excuse to skip INTI class on that day and go for a day of fun in St. Joe form 6 as form 6 starts on that day.. so Mr. Thomas Lau, watch out for that incoming paper ball that will be thrown at you by me.. lol..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once done with the suffs at wisma, we head back to INTI to settle the enrolment form thingy..  oh and alven got the la salle scholarship which is good for him.. covers his tuition fee for INTI's subject.. quite a good sum of money saved for him.. and he doesn't hate william tan anymore after being granted the scholarship.. when we were done, we went back home and there was a funny conversation going on though i don't remember what it was.. sure was funny though.. once i reached home, i went to my room and only went out of it to shower and to have dinner and supper.. i think i slept late cuz once again i couldn't sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awoke this morning with my sickness and it's bugging me the whole day.. it's so bad i couldn't even make fun of my bro today.. just so lethargic.. the throbbing pain on the head doesn't help either.. heard a funny story from a friend though (well, maybe not funny but in a way probably it does) here it goes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well wellie well, i've a friend who's an avid gamer and he's got a girlfriend who's one hell of a gamer as well.. so it was no surprise when they got together.. the connecting tube was no doubt games.. lol.. anyway, they were always playing games together (dota especially).. then today, my friend got sick.. yes he was and i'm sure i wasn't the one infecting you.. lol.. so he didn't went to play with the girlfriend.. now he expected his girlfriend would be spending time messaging him but it seems she loves games more.. so he got pissed and as usual, the guy who would listen to complains would no doubt be me.. typical.. i should pursue psychology since i'm always at the tail end of complains.. lol.. back to my friend, he was so mad, he thought of arguing with he and ignoring her.. now this is plain weird.. he must be an idiot no doubt.. then again, is the girlfriend right?? or was he right?? anyway, i couldn't be bothered and came up with a conclusion that the monkey friend of mine should just be more patient with his girlfriend.. dumbass.. same thing happened to me tonight, but i'm not mad or anything.. so mr. J (you know who you are), don't behave like a little kid mate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crap today and the worst part is i've no appetite to eat.. so how the heck am i supposed to gain weight like this???!! hoping to get well soon so i can start to try gaining weight.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-10 days left-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-2325553367449663294?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/2325553367449663294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/2325553367449663294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/2325553367449663294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick.html' title='sick..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-1078743513471606300</id><published>2009-04-28T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:26:49.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lousy weekend..</title><content type='html'>well well.. it's been 3 days since the weekend ended.. anyway, here's how i got to spend last weekend which was a boring one.. but before that, wanna share some of the stuffs i did before that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent few days of last week alone at home in the morning and i had to look for my own breakfast.. normally there's always buns or breads at home but somehow last week there wasn't any.. i resorted to eating instant noodles.. then i got bored of eating it just like that so i decided to play around with i.. so i somehow fried it and it turn out to be like some pie looking thingy.. here's the pic of when it was still in the pan and the final product..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sff2vr1yl7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/PSbq0Hz-ubY/s1600-h/Jojo000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sff2vr1yl7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/PSbq0Hz-ubY/s320/Jojo000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329999983098894258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing in the pan.. and here's the final product..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sff293Ve6HI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V1rHADD6v3s/s1600-h/Jojo001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sff293Ve6HI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V1rHADD6v3s/s320/Jojo001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330000226702780530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the taste was quite good (personal opinion, probably because i cooked it myself?? lol..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's about it with me and my lousy cooking skills.. and here's on the lousy weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend, i went to damai to spend the weekend there with my sis and her boyfriend and her friends.. it was supposed to be a family outing from my sidebut my mum didn't wanna go so that's how i ended like that.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we checked in at about 3 something.. really weird when the front office girl asked us to pay a deposit of RM800.. weird considering that was the total for the two nights (actually 600 only but they needed the 200 refundable deposit) so my sis and her boyfriend head back to town and i went into the room first.. here's how the room looked like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SfhVSXbauLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nLfy_9EEyy0/s1600-h/Jojo005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SfhVSXbauLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nLfy_9EEyy0/s320/Jojo005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330103933008001202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SfhWJ7vc40I/AAAAAAAAAGg/kxcJaVhGRfw/s1600-h/Jojo006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SfhWJ7vc40I/AAAAAAAAAGg/kxcJaVhGRfw/s320/Jojo006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330104887648510786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened in the first night.. had steamboat for dinner.. tom yam flavour.. then i slept around 2 watching tv.. i was super bored and really felt like going back immediately that night but i had to endure another night.. total stress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, lucky me my good friend came over.. he was stressed with some stuffs so he wanted to just relax and so he came down in the morning.. so we walked down the beach and sat on some huge rocks.. so he started sharing and typical me always being the listener.. he was talking on some issues with the school band.. felt sorry for him cuz he was such a fanatic back during the days when he was in the school band but now the school band standard is really dropping.. he felt much better after talking to me and as i was bugged with my own problem, i shared with him.. i was still divided between medical or to remain in hospitality.. as usual, he gave no input but i just needed someone to listen.. lol.. then we went for a walk at some wooden thingy (don't know what it's called) and he started asking random question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'why live when you can die??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random and weird as it seems, it made sense.. i realised that everyone has their own reason to live.. got me to think, what was my reason of living?? typical jason.. enjoyed his company that morning.. before we went back to the room, we saw something cool.. some shell thingy was mating (don't get me wrong, i'm fascinated by the creatures that God made..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SfhX8ziIbQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pNn5nxw4tbs/s1600-h/Jojo016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SfhX8ziIbQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pNn5nxw4tbs/s320/Jojo016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330106861130116354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's some other shots on the beach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SfhYsuIkJFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Lo5x2ezJLzA/s1600-h/Jojo009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SfhYsuIkJFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Lo5x2ezJLzA/s320/Jojo009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330107684314424402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish the ocean could've swallowed all my problems away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SfhY-3cWx9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/SReiLQAvxCE/s1600-h/Jojo013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SfhY-3cWx9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/SReiLQAvxCE/s320/Jojo013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330107996050999250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where me and jay was sitting.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when we went back to the room, i tried to go online using my sis boyfriend's broadband.. didn't work so i got jay to bring me to town (gosh was i happy to leave that place) so we went about at around 12 something and it was a relaxing drive though a bit jammed at matang are.. before dropping me of to the cybercafe, we went to pick jay's girlfriend up.. they were gonna hang out together at the beach later.. so once we picked her up, they dropped me off at satok and they left to have lunch at spring.. once i was done with my thing at the cc, i had lunch on my own (pretty sad but hey, what else can i do?? lol..) jay picked me up at satok at around 2 something and he got me to drive back so he can chill with his girlfriend at the back of the car.. felt like driver, serious, but it was cool cuz he took me out from that boring place.. so i drove back and when we arrived, jay introduced his girlfriend to my sis and her boyfriend.. they hanged out in the room first, and around 4 they left for the beach together with my sis and her boyfriend.. i was alone on the room and i watched harry potter on tv.. i felt better being alone, don't know why though.. jay came back in around 4 something and left for good at about slightly before 5.. couldn't thanked him enough for dropping by in the morning and hanging out with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, i was supposed to go to buntal with my sis and her friends (they arrived that afternoon.. 5 of them) but i opted to go to aizat's birthday party instead.. so i got wan to pick me up, and in the car, boy was it funny.. now aizat didn't know about his birthday party as it was a surprise party and he was in the car.. so basically in the car, me and wan were creating stories to distract aizat from the birthday party thingy.. when we reached aizat's place, the lights were closed and aizat's dad lied saying electricity was down.. lol.. when aizat opened the door, boy did he get the surprise of his life when about 20 over people screamed HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! he cried after that, tears of joy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the time there talking to some of my classmates who were there and as usual, tried to liven the atmosphere by cracking jokes.. worked as i see al of them were laughing.. i even tried to be funny with some of the people that i don't even know and they laughed as well... here's some shots when aizat was blowing his cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sfhc2SxhRRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xZ3WruGYIA4/s1600-h/Jojo018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sfhc2SxhRRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xZ3WruGYIA4/s320/Jojo018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330112246815212818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked like he was giving a speech.. i think he was though, otherwise the hand motion wouldn't be like that.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SfhdMdS7qzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ovcbPg52GB4/s1600-h/Jojo019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SfhdMdS7qzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ovcbPg52GB4/s320/Jojo019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330112627596831538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the cake after the candle was blown.. i think it was some chocolate cheese?? i can't remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and aizat's reaction after blowing the cake.. HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY MATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SfhdgwhgRfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cP8KJFONx5w/s1600-h/Jojo023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SfhdgwhgRfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cP8KJFONx5w/s320/Jojo023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330112976355608050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the cake blowing, we had some games.. i lost, big time.. i guess musical chair wasn't my thing after all.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the party, we head out to bormill bing (me, theo, naz, fariz, aizat, fakhri, aizat's girlfriend, awang, amirul and a few girls... can't remember your names so sorry!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing that happened when we were getting there was that awang was following behind theo's car (awang rides a scooter) theo almost killed the guy, no kidding.. all because of the wrong road taken.. theo theo.. it got awang to say to theo 'where did you STEAL your license from man???!!' haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after hanging out at bormill bing, we went to mojo (me, theo, fariz, chan) met some other friends there.. fariz was excited cuz it was his first time being to this kind of place.. he took a shot of himself, as usual.. remminds me of the first time i brought him to versus nite.. it was a night i'm sure he'll never forget, not with the girls there.. right fariz?? lol.. we watched Man U vs Tottenham at mojo while drinking (fariz was drinking cola cuz he's muslim.. good boy fariz and i respect you mate..) after the first half ended, we moved to soho and fariz again was excited (his first time) we sat outside and randomly, a girl chose to sit beside me and she started touching me.. boy was i disgusted.. would've thrown shoes at her face if i wasn't a gentleman.. so i got theo they all to leave the place and fariz went back home and says next time, he'll wanna dance.. better start grooving fariz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theo sent me back to damai puri together with chan in the car.. thanks theo.. such a good friend he is.. i didn't take advantage of it though.. paid his gas fee.. so i was ok.. reached damai puri at almost three.. once in the room, i took a quick shower and slumped into bed.. couldn't sleep.. mind was still bothered.. fell asleep probably around 4..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i awoke next morning, i was happy because i was gonna go back.. we left the place at around 12 something and boy was i glad when i reached HOME SWEET HOME.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it on the lousy weekend i had.. i only enjoyed the part where i was hanging with my friends.. lucky to have such friends who could rescue you out of boredom when you're stuck at the other end of the world.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sfhg4v93Y8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/aSCOAQPO8YQ/s1600-h/Jojo038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sfhg4v93Y8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/aSCOAQPO8YQ/s320/Jojo038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330116687057871810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best place to throw all your problems into, the big ocean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SfhhRL-VEAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/d-7fJNskjd0/s1600-h/Jojo012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SfhhRL-VEAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/d-7fJNskjd0/s320/Jojo012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330117106892869634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only one can always have a mind as clear as the water..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-1078743513471606300?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/1078743513471606300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/lousy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/1078743513471606300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/1078743513471606300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/lousy-weekend.html' title='lousy weekend..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sff2vr1yl7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/PSbq0Hz-ubY/s72-c/Jojo000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-4537166130438716163</id><published>2009-04-23T22:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:57:55.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>problem..</title><content type='html'>problem problem problem.. something that you will always find in life.. wish i could live a problem free life though.. but no, something else came about.. it's about making choices this time.. i'm in a situation where just few months ago i didn't have to worry about making choices..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently studying hospitality.. lots of people are saying i'm wasting my ability.. i never bothered because i never liked studying.. i can study and excel (proven considering i aced all the public exams) but the problem is i don't like to study which is why i resorted to hospitality cuz i thought i wouldn't have to put so much effort.. stupid me huh?? sure enough i'm doing well in hospitality without that much of an effort.. so i should be proud right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came a message from mimi this morning.. she said i should think of my future.. in which i did.. and i came to realise, its not worth to waste my ability (took me long enough) i'm thinking of changing to A levels now but but but the problem here is, where do i go after that?? sure i can be a doctor or an engineer.. but what if i don;t get accepted into any other institution after finishing my A levels?? i don't wanna be stuck with on A level cert only.. and i've been told the only option is private institution.. i'm not from a rich family and and i have a sis who is gonna pursue tertiary education same time as me (and i thank you cia aka my sis for not striving in form 5 and form 6 so now my parents have to find money for your education) not that i'm that good considering i'm still feeding from mum and dad's money to study but the least is i wanna change things now.. only God knows how regretful I am for not having the interest to study.. i still have jpa to look forward to but it's not medical or engineering, it's tourism (yes i know how stupid i am to apply for this after scoring 10a1..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm lookng for ways to see if i can get myself into the medical field.. tough.. and my mum is not being supportive by lecturing me on how she used to tell me i should have applied medical and all those nonsense.. but mum, you gotta realise your son here is indian and what are the odds of him getting medicine from jpa?? he's got a slightly better chance in tourism so i'll be thankfukl if you stop lecturing me on the application.. you said it yourself before that tourism is good and now you lecture me.. stress stress stress.. been a long long time since i was this stressed.. the only option i can think of is to go back to form 6 then from ther i'll see what i can do.. the prospect of not doing well in form 6 has never come into my mind cuz i believe i can do well in it.. just that i won't be abl to play around as much like now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i was a bumi (thanks dad for NOT trying to change our blood status even though we qualify) IPTA would've accepted me to do medicine right after form 5.. then again it could be the government's fault since only bumi can apply for medical in IPTA aftr form 5(no kidding.. check the bloody IPTA application thingy) probably it's about time samy vellu start doing things for indians rather than worry about his fake hair looking good or not.. problem problem problem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently in damai puri now.. hoping to get some peace and some solution to my problem here.. i'm wondering now, as i'm sitting facing the seaside (the view from the room) why is it that hospitality don't get as much attention as medical students?? or lawyers?? or even engineers?? why why why?? weird.. but i guess that&lt;br /&gt;s probably a norm here in malaysia huh.. sigh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking, to hell with studying medicine but but if i graduate with a medical cert, probably then i'll make my mum proud.. but lifeless considering you'll literally be married to the hospital.. so i'm still unsure.. as i'm watching the sunset, hopefully it will take my problem away and when the sun rise tomorrow hopefully it'll bring a better tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-4537166130438716163?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/4537166130438716163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/problem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/4537166130438716163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/4537166130438716163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/problem.html' title='problem..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-1814642618778857801</id><published>2009-04-22T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:35:05.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY??</title><content type='html'>why you super happy to see me?? weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the why that mimi asked me before.. got a few other why but i can't remember.. she's probably having some other why's in her head.. i was supposed to share with her stuffs last sunday but i forgot what i was supposed to say.. so here goes mimi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well first is why i sayang you so much.. i told you that night that it's because of the particular feeling that i feel whenever i'm with you.. it was the feeling i had when i first realised that i like you.. i'm still feeling it now whenever i'm with you.. it's a great feeling mimi, serious.. that's also why i enjoy to kena tembak by you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you must be wondering why i'm treating you good.. not that i want to be your best boyfriend ever or whatsoever.. just one simple reason for that.. i love you.. that's it.. and trust me, i'm gonna continue treating you the same if not better, for as long as we're together.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember you rate yourself at 3 when i asked how hard are you making things for me.. but it's not that high mimi.. it's still 1.. i don't find it tough or difficult.. because i'm happy, really happy to be with you.. so obviously i don't find things difficult because for what it's worth, it's worth all the while, really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if there's any doubt still in your mind though i don't blame you if you do.. like i told you when we first started, i was gonna continue convincing you and even if you're convinced already i'll still continue doing what i'm doing now and it will never stop for as long as we're together..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-1814642618778857801?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/1814642618778857801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/1814642618778857801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/1814642618778857801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/why.html' title='WHY??'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-7185120934220162936</id><published>2009-04-22T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T05:54:55.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>luck=God's blessing..</title><content type='html'>luck.. something that i always assumed i have.. seriously.. but today, something hit me.. is it really luck that has been helping me out?? is it really luck that has helped me excel in all the public exams?? is it really luck that i got a wonderful girlfriend?? or is it really luck that i used to achieve success in things i do?? i've come to realise no, it's not luck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise it's more of God's blessings really.. was messaging mimi about praying and suddenly it hit me.. i've always prayed to God whenever i wanted something and somehow, most of it got answered.. excellence in public exams, the chance to represent the state in tennis, things i want and i asked for i usually get from God.. minus the petronas scholarship which i asked for but i didn't get.. mimi gave me a very good answer last night.. she said sometimes, when you don't get what you deserve, God will return it to you double fold.. and on the day i found out i got rejected by petronas, again she told me something which i'll always remember.. she said that probably God has something else planned for you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was thinking that time that i was unlucky for not getting the offer but now i think differently.. i think that for everything that i used to deem unlucky such as not getting the offer, i think it's just God's trial for me in life.. there's no way one can live a life whose journey is so smooth.. no, not even a priest.. i'm sure they do get trials from God, just different then how it is with us though i'm sure everyone's trials are different.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i come to a conclusion, for everything that i deemed to be luck before, now i think it was God's blessings on me.. for those unlucky things, it's God's trial for me.. i'm erasing the word luck from my dictionary because now i belive there's no such thing as luck.. it's actually God's blessing.. Praise the Lord, alleluia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to all of you out there, here's some advice.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask and you will get,&lt;br /&gt;Seek and you shall find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do believe however, whenever you're asking or seeking for it.. then i'm sure, God will be there to help like he always does..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna ask for something else this saturday.. i'm gonna ask him what's his plans for me in life.. mimi told me she's been asking but she never got her answer.. i'm wondering if the same will happen to me.. but i believe one way or another, God will let me know, in about 19 days i should know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-12 days till i get to see someone-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-7185120934220162936?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-4010636107292015963</id><published>2009-04-21T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T06:39:11.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday holiday..</title><content type='html'>semester break just kicked in and boy am i bored.. it's been 4 days since it began and i'm beginning to think that having classes would be more fun (typical everytime bored during holidays i'll wish for class and when class resume i'll want a holiday) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only enjoyed last sunday so far during my holiday.. enjoy as in super happy and everything.. all because i went out with mimi that night :D picked her up around slightly after 7 at her grandma's place and went to sharing planet for dinner.. nice place sharing planet.. there i ordered something called supreme de vollaile and mimi ordered some spaghetti with white wine.. while waiting for the food, i learned something about mimi whenever she's eating at somewhere new.. lol.. while waiting for the food we exchanged stories a lil and i learned about her 'influential' next door neighbour.. haha.. when the food arrived we ate and ate and once done, i can't rememeber what mimi was talking about (i'm getting old i swear considering i'm turning 18 in less than a month time) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we went to taman sahabat and hang out for a bit.. when we reached there our usual spot got taken and there was no available pondok (wonder why people have to go out on a sunday night?? not exactly in a position to speak considering i'm one of them) so we resorted to sitting on one of those uncomfortable benches.. and guess what, mimi started eating again.. some biscuit thingy and boy was she fast.. the expression on her face when she was eating was momorable, considering i still remember it till now.. haha.. don't know whether it was luck but after she finished eating suddenly got one pondok with no one in it (so mimi, next time no pondok, start eating!! lol..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we moved there, super fast, running actually, seeing both of us ex sports person running there fast wasn't a problem.. haha.. can;t believe mimi ran faster than me :( was just giving you chance mimi, you don't bangga.. lol.. so we sat and started talking lo.. and as usual the kepit kepit and pegang tangan.. lucky she didn't start tickling my leg.. we stayed there till about 11 something then i became sleepy.. weird me huh considering it's the last date before she's going off for the holidays?? sigh.. so i dropped her off at jambu so she can meet her friend and i went back home to rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following morning, i went to the airport to see her off.. went with fariz.. good man fariz really considering he's willing to accompany me to the airport.. met mimi for about 5 minutes and she had to go and accompany her grandma who was flying with her and i totally didn't know.. so when she left all i did was say bye (silly me don't mention it) after that i went to my secondary school to get some paper work to be signed and then went home to crash..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today today today.. i finally found the bible and started reading it.. i was fascinated with what i read.. they can actually live up to 950 years old before they die.. trust me, i never touched the bible before in my entire life.. bad catholic i know and i'm about to change that and the first step i'm taking is by reading the bible.. tomorrow i'm gonna continue reading and hopefully i'll become a better catholic after the holiday is over.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and, i just found out how racist petronas is.. considering they picked mostly malays with results worse than mine (i scored 10A1 and they didn't select me and my chinese friend who got 11A1 also didn't get selected) stupid petronas.. an indian friend of mine in malacca, prakash, who didn't get selected as well actually prayed for petronas oil to be finished.. haha..  funny dude you kash.. but i guess it's a norm here in malaysia where bumiputera are superior in terms if being given aid.. indians like me, chinese and other non-bumis, we can only strive to do our best but we will never be the best, not when everything is bumi prioritised.. so bumis, you can continue to slack and not worry and for non bumis, start bucking up and realise your chance of getting aid from government is low.. so to my brother david, who is a bumi, please don't stress yourself in your studies till you get sick cuz you'll always be aided by the government unlike your big brother here due to my indian status..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's about it lo.. tomorrow i shall write on whst i read in the bible.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;counting down 13 days before i get to see someone again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Best to be in the right circle, than to go around it'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-4010636107292015963?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/4010636107292015963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/holiday-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/4010636107292015963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/4010636107292015963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/holiday-holiday.html' title='holiday 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super bored while waiting for them.. good thing was i get to see mimi for a while before she went back.. when they were finally out, so we went to kwong hup cafe to have breakfast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were 6 of us there.. me, alven, balkis, chun yen, phil and han xiao.. we had laksa there.. and boy was phil attacking the laksa like mad.. who could blame him?? it's so damn good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Seq2C9jc0GI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FlD1zsd8Oos/s1600-h/Jojo026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Seq2C9jc0GI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FlD1zsd8Oos/s320/Jojo026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326269671318278242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a pic of how the laksa looked like (couldn't resist eating it first before taking the picture so..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Seq2UV5sTMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/v8YFZqPbpAI/s1600-h/Jojo028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Seq2UV5sTMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/v8YFZqPbpAI/s320/Jojo028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326269969911794882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's some random shots as we were all eating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Seq2qcAEjFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KTednff7t7g/s1600-h/Jojo029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Seq2qcAEjFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KTednff7t7g/s320/Jojo029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326270349506284626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chun yen looking stoned while eating laksa.. didn't know it had such an effect.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Seq3B2OHu5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ntavKMEBOOs/s1600-h/Jojo027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Seq3B2OHu5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ntavKMEBOOs/s320/Jojo027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326270751681526674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;han xiao super focused with her food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Seq3N67BIdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cXpM0Oqt2XY/s1600-h/Jojo031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Seq3N67BIdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cXpM0Oqt2XY/s320/Jojo031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326270959102009810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and phil trying to be funny to take a picture of me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Seq3dCrhvyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ej7ih4W3BsI/s1600-h/Jojo035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Seq3dCrhvyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ej7ih4W3BsI/s320/Jojo035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326271218882559778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alven and balkis.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, the loving couple from china, phil and han xiao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Seq3qUR-DJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ogJeGp0bNeA/s1600-h/Jojo033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Seq3qUR-DJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ogJeGp0bNeA/s320/Jojo033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326271446945500306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after breakfast we went the supermarket with phil and han xiao.. kinda fun walking around with phil considering he's super sporting.. lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it for the morning part.. in the afternoon there was a debate meeting (thank God otherwise it would have been tonight which would totally ruin my date with mimi..) meeting was about the inter inti thingy.. so bla bla bla and meeting over so i went back before going to church..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in church, the priest was none other than Father Nicholas Ng.. during his sermon, he spoke so long the whole church was restless (no kidding).. and due to his long sermon, i end up poking fun at him with my mum (unbelievable i know..) my mum actually said this,&lt;br /&gt;'this guy ah, you throw him at the roundabout and he'll go round and round not knowing his way even if it's right in front of him'.. lol.. didn't know my mum had such sense of humour.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the mass was finally done, we went out for dinner (whole family minus my dad since he's running some Toastmasters convention).. there, from a happy mum i had a grumpy mum.. all because of my bro gluttony while eating.. trust me, super embarrassing when my bro starts attacking the food like mad as in 10 years never eat.. speaking of my bro, there was a random conversation between him and my dad the other day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro: Di(we call my dad, Di) i'm fat(he was eating some bun after supper)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Huh??&lt;br /&gt;bro: I'm fat&lt;br /&gt;Dad: I know you tired edi.. go to sleep go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and out of the blue, from fat my dad says he's tired.. weird.. but typical.. since my dad always wrong channel one.. ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of my bro, he got selected for debate.. surprising but bad news.. he can't debate.. since he practically doesn't know anything on the motions.. and he doesn't have the initiative to try at the very least.. David david.. it's about time you start learning how to be like me la.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to the night event.. after dinner i went out with mimi.. YAY!! we hanged out for a while at taman sahabat talking, getting tickled(you know who's at fault mimi) looking at aeroplanes and sharing random things like how enthusiastic i was with tennis back in the days (mimi would know, unless she forgotten which would be typical.. lol) o and i met her cousin, who supposedly was my sister's classmate in primary school.. can't remember who she was though i'm sure she looks familiar.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that, i sent mimi home before 11 cuz i was supposed to go out with friends again after that.. ended up in soho and i met mimi (just see her) was having a good time talking with friends when there was news that there was a raid so with me being underage, decided to leave so as to not land into hot soup.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, that's about it for my last day of exam.. looking forward to tonight's date with mimi :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-6473147800927208027?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/6473147800927208027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-day-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/6473147800927208027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/6473147800927208027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-day-exam.html' title='last day exam..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Seq2C9jc0GI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FlD1zsd8Oos/s72-c/Jojo026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-392707821941098373</id><published>2009-04-17T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T06:55:56.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random posting here</title><content type='html'>boring boring boring.. had it not been for the exam tomorrow i would've went out tonight.. but but exams first, considering i wanna finish top in class.. lol.. anyway, got bored of studying (totally dead, there's still so much to study and i'm in front of the laptop) but who cares.. when a boy's bored he's bored.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, first i wanna talk about my mum lo.. today my mum took me out for lunch.. been a long time since i actually went out with her to eat considering most of the time she'll just pack something for me.. had an ok time i guess.. but sometimes, i think she loves the dogs more than me.. lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeiGRLGz6iI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Y041GSAccBE/s1600-h/Jojo018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeiGRLGz6iI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Y041GSAccBE/s320/Jojo018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325654188962867746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she can shake the dog's hand but it's been a long time since she shaked mine.. even when i came back with an ok result in SPM she didn't shake my hand.. does she really love the dog more?? i wonder.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was cleaning my room the other day.. guess what i found.. my old pillow that i used to have to have when i was a kid or i can't sleep (no kidding) too bad it became headless when it was brutally assaulted by the dog.. it used to have a name.. mimik i used to call it.. now it's headless mimik :( here's what's left of my poor good old mimik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeiHYq8Ot6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i2hykvkm_Y/s1600-h/Jojo003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeiHYq8Ot6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i2hykvkm_Y/s320/Jojo003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325655417279133602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may you rest in peace in my cupboard good old mimik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the good old mimik, i found this shirt that i used when playing tennis back in the days.. the friendly games with indonesia.. those were the good old days when i was active.. now reduced to a lazy bum.. lotsa memories when i was there for the games.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeiIfZzjwII/AAAAAAAAAEw/qN4X_xZmDsU/s1600-h/Jojo013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeiIfZzjwII/AAAAAAAAAEw/qN4X_xZmDsU/s320/Jojo013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325656632450072706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeiIq-3YbTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cl8aZ7WRheM/s1600-h/Jojo012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeiIq-3YbTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cl8aZ7WRheM/s320/Jojo012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325656831376780594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a random pic of my cat, kitty.. this old cat.. love her so much la.. haha.. reversed superman pose kitty.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeiJAv44tcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1MccPTn5yPQ/s1600-h/Jojo020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeiJAv44tcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1MccPTn5yPQ/s320/Jojo020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325657205313680834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another random pic would be my kindy pic hanging in my room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeiJUESSW6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/GGbIs2EaQAE/s1600-h/Kindy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeiJUESSW6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/GGbIs2EaQAE/s320/Kindy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325657537206442914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a bit of mixed feelings when i saw this pic.. was thinking how that little boy over there has grown so much and so fast (considering i'm in colllege now).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's about it for a random post.. a bit depressed now (weird, considering i don't get depressed often) am i not me??? i wonder.. maybe it's just me being tired ( not only cuz of exams, but also something else that's been hitting me in mind) anyway, gotta get back to studying.. boring.. but but maybe i won't study but sleep instead.. then tomorrow will come faster and i get to 'see' mimi :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-392707821941098373?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' 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cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXtPr0czpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hXJynD7PnGA/s320/Image052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324922988152016530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here looks like me and junaidu aka jd was about to fight but we're cool.. homeboys as jd would call it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are some pics on the boat we took to manukan island.. wish i had pan's picture when he was shutting his eyes.. haha.. but i'll just utilise what i have.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXuRQV0VtI/AAAAAAAAADA/lwElcpPnOUI/s1600-h/Jojo003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXuRQV0VtI/AAAAAAAAADA/lwElcpPnOUI/s320/Jojo003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324924114647144146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pan's looking cool here.. probably the only time he was looking cool on the boat.. haha.. and as usual miss sentha, photogenic.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we have pius and jd.. jd looks stoned here.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXuq85NF5I/AAAAAAAAADI/xavD8s0fQuU/s1600-h/Jojo004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXuq85NF5I/AAAAAAAAADI/xavD8s0fQuU/s320/Jojo004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324924556103456658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then finally i have a pic of me, mimi and fatimah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXu_N0Pp3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/OEIJW60IOu4/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXu_N0Pp3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/OEIJW60IOu4/s320/Image061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324924904243439474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on i have some pics on when we went around kk looking for bak kut teh.. pan's favorite this one.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the food was served, should've looked at how mimi attacked it the foodaholic.. ngeheh.. pan was so scared he covered his eyes.. lucky i was playing with my phone.. lol.. gotta see the pic yourself then you'll see.. haha.. kidding only le.. pan was rubbing his eyes cuz he was tired.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXwJwbPOwI/AAAAAAAAADY/AmT4S1see8Y/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXwJwbPOwI/AAAAAAAAADY/AmT4S1see8Y/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324926184844114690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not wanting to lose to mimi, it was my turn to attack the bak kut teh.. was super hungry.. brilliant battle with mimi and i'm super focused.. check out the facial expression and you'll see how intense i was.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXwtRh0pYI/AAAAAAAAADg/pibbEumBzVU/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXwtRh0pYI/AAAAAAAAADg/pibbEumBzVU/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324926795025524098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the long battle over bak kut teh, i emerge victorious.. ngeheh.. check out the pose of a 'champion'.. lol.. proud la i beat mimi in makan makan.. wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXxCPSyG-I/AAAAAAAAADo/lNEI2FD3rGM/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXxCPSyG-I/AAAAAAAAADo/lNEI2FD3rGM/s320/Image044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324927155202825186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it lo from the human side in kk.. now moving on to animals..&lt;br /&gt;so many kittens in the lodge and were they super cute.. got one to si on my lap and took a picture.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXxlE4Na6I/AAAAAAAAADw/jpc5mnzEPGI/s1600-h/Jojo011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXxlE4Na6I/AAAAAAAAADw/jpc5mnzEPGI/s320/Jojo011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324927753702435746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are some shots on the kitty themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXx5nPqFKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fuKTKusWoVI/s1600-h/Jojo010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXx5nPqFKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fuKTKusWoVI/s320/Jojo010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324928106524972194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXyGAltBHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ciz8stwKzMU/s1600-h/Jojo020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXyGAltBHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ciz8stwKzMU/s320/Jojo020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324928319486755954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXyU_9D2tI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cwfL5cHnlBQ/s1600-h/Jojo022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXyU_9D2tI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cwfL5cHnlBQ/s320/Jojo022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324928577014323922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i have from kk.. slow slow slow.. oh wait, there is one more pic.. ngahaha.. me looking at mimi drawing her trademark.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXywf788lI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/j74B_odCVGY/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXywf788lI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/j74B_odCVGY/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324929049456079442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well.. that's about it i guess.. and touching a bit on today.. not really a good day today.. nothing exciting.. compared to last night, super happy happy.. haha.. boring day today.. anyway, looking forward to saturday cuz it's last day of exams.. then gonna hang out with phil, boy china.. haha.. so saturday, come come come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-7569925897938950043?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeXtPr0czpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hXJynD7PnGA/s72-c/Image052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-149650787326467061</id><published>2009-04-13T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:07:17.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I..</title><content type='html'>When I first saw you,&lt;br /&gt;it was through the open debate&lt;br /&gt;and you looked like someone who resembled fun(first impression)&lt;br /&gt;When I first spoke to you,&lt;br /&gt;you asked me my name&lt;br /&gt;and I finally got to know yours as well.&lt;br /&gt;When I first got to really know you,&lt;br /&gt;it was through the fund raising thingy&lt;br /&gt;where we would talk and talk while making cards for sale.&lt;br /&gt;When I first got to hang out with you,&lt;br /&gt;it was in KK during our debate competition&lt;br /&gt;where I end up spending most of the time with you though we were just friends.&lt;br /&gt;When I first realised I actually liked you,&lt;br /&gt;it was when we spent two whole hours by oureselves talking&lt;br /&gt;and there was that feeling that I have never experienced before in life.&lt;br /&gt;When I first asked you out,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of nothing but to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;smiling and laughing as if you have no problem in life.&lt;br /&gt;When you first held my hand,&lt;br /&gt;there was a  feeling that I can never describe&lt;br /&gt;how I wish that you'll always be there with me to hold my hand.&lt;br /&gt;You are indeed someone special&lt;br /&gt;but yet what did I do??&lt;br /&gt;I made you cry.&lt;br /&gt;When I found out you shedded tears &lt;br /&gt;because of me not sharing things&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad and I really regret.&lt;br /&gt;How I really wish,&lt;br /&gt;to turn back time &lt;br /&gt;to prevent all this from happening.&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;though you say you're fine,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always feel bad and will never forget,&lt;br /&gt;When I first made you cry..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-149650787326467061?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/149650787326467061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/149650787326467061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/149650787326467061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i.html' title='When I..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-7304836501404072642</id><published>2009-04-13T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:49:24.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day 2..</title><content type='html'>well well... was bad enough i didn't do that good in my exam.. did something else which i so totally regret.. feeling so bad i can't even look at myself in the mirror (no kidding).. how could i do such a thing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all because of my habit of keeping things to myself.. not that i don't want to share, i'd love to share.. if only you were to know what's running inside.. but i just can't bug you with more things.. you have more than enough on your plate.. but it's because of this mentality i made you cry.. a you shedding tears make me feel bad, but a you shedding tears because of me?? how i wish someone would just take a gun and shoot me dead.. you mean a lot to me, you really do.. i don't care if you don't believe what i say but yes, you really mean a lot to me.. but what did i do?? i made you cry.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a baddie baddie for all this.. if i'd known it's this bad i would've share.. funny how sharing is not something hard to do but i just can't do it.. sometimes i feel as if i'm taking you for granted and i don't deserve you.. i'm sure others wouldn't make you shed tears for not sharing.. if only i can turn back time, for sure i would want to prevent you from shedding tears.. but what's done is done and though you say you're fine, i'm still feeling bad over it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'll share.. i'm not fine now because of this.. and i can assure you you can't expect me to be.. all i ever wanted to do when i asked you out was to make you happy.. but end up i'm not doing a good job and at the same time making you cry.. so sorry.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now counting down to sunday because on that night, that's the night that you'll probably finally understand me and how i really feel about you and how i wanna make things different for you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeNeDcKMejI/AAAAAAAAACo/Yv2IDhDcVtU/s1600-h/Hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeNeDcKMejI/AAAAAAAAACo/Yv2IDhDcVtU/s320/Hand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324202597673630258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-7304836501404072642?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/7304836501404072642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/7304836501404072642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/7304836501404072642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-day-2.html' title='bad day 2..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeNeDcKMejI/AAAAAAAAACo/Yv2IDhDcVtU/s72-c/Hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-5301342197812511581</id><published>2009-04-13T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:30:23.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day..</title><content type='html'>hah.. bad day today.. super bad.. started my finals and it was kitchen.. sure practical was easy but theory, slightly tougher than expected.. keeping my fingers crossed i'll scrap a 90 so i can finish up with an A+ in this.. doubt it though.. her are a few pics on how it was before we sat for the exam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeNY5rdYQRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3tTdNH7uMp4/s1600-h/Jojo001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeNY5rdYQRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3tTdNH7uMp4/s320/Jojo001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324196932423794962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phil as usual, with his favourite statement before exam, 'wo hen nervous'.. lol.. doesn't look like he is, the tall colourwolf.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we have another great guy, xiao tong.. funny boy who loves messing up my hair and peeking when i'm messaging though he doesn't understand.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeNZaROAuWI/AAAAAAAAACY/373Hb_L74KE/s1600-h/Jojo024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeNZaROAuWI/AAAAAAAAACY/373Hb_L74KE/s320/Jojo024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324197492315699554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who's next?? hui nieng eating while waiting for her turn.. the silly girl.. made everyone who's nearby feeling super hungry only.. she was nice to offer me some but i reject le.. don't wanna bug her enjoying her food.. plus, it's vegetarian and i'm carnivore.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeNZ91SpYXI/AAAAAAAAACg/0MINfcnjd10/s1600-h/Jojo002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeNZ91SpYXI/AAAAAAAAACg/0MINfcnjd10/s320/Jojo002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324198103294239090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it lo for the exam.. regretted in a way i didn't put in that much effort to study.. otherwise i would have scored superb i know.. but no point regretting.. tomorrow is gonna be another bad day in exams for sure..&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-5301342197812511581?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/5301342197812511581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/5301342197812511581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/5301342197812511581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-day.html' title='bad day..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SeNY5rdYQRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3tTdNH7uMp4/s72-c/Jojo001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-3199599219107624162</id><published>2009-04-07T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:14:26.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointment..</title><content type='html'>well, the day started of bright (literally in the sense the sun was shining bright) and i went about my usual business before class.. the only one regret i had was to log on the computer and to check whether i had been accepted by petronas or not.. guess what, i didn't get admitted.. sure i got the jpa interview but it was the petronas one that i wanted so badly.. had i been accepted i would be going to ipoh, somewhere near to where she would be.. but nope, God has other plans for me.. petronas rejects me and now i'm stuck here in INTI and counting the days before someone leaves.. not that it's all that bad since she said she ain't giving up (miracle considering she said before she would and once she's made up her mind it'll stay that way.. lol..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling as though my luck is running out, something just isn't right.. before this everything i've done has always been smooth.. take for example the jpa interview.. 15000 applied and only 8000 was given the chance.. and i made the cut.. just imagine how lucky is that.. now it seems my lucky strikes are coming to an end.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to the slightly better part of the day.. was in hilton for my class and well we had some fire drill going on (big scale) which was fun.. takes the mind of things.. check this out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sdt38D1DpYI/AAAAAAAAABw/TXBwrATzKZk/s1600-h/Fire+drill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sdt38D1DpYI/AAAAAAAAABw/TXBwrATzKZk/s320/Fire+drill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321979258372072834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i have a picture of how it was.. was nice to look at all the people smiling.. feels like you're living in a world full of optimistic people.. then here's my beloved instructors (sehirah and rumit) in housekeeping.. couldn't help but catch their picture.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sdt4tYzM1jI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cVd64bBV3-A/s1600-h/Instructor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sdt4tYzM1jI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cVd64bBV3-A/s320/Instructor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321980105815021106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a picture of my china friend, or phil as we call him.. was busy catching the scenes on how the firefighter supposedly put out the 'fire'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sdt5b373MJI/AAAAAAAAACA/lmdy69wiBmU/s1600-h/Fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sdt5b373MJI/AAAAAAAAACA/lmdy69wiBmU/s320/Fire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321980904446832786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's basically about it on the fire drill.. was nice to get out of class once in a while for such things.. lol.. oh, and here's a picture of another friend of mine, alven when we were at McD after having Bak Kut Teh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sdt6GOkcrhI/AAAAAAAAACI/_vgt9TiaV80/s1600-h/Jojo006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sdt6GOkcrhI/AAAAAAAAACI/_vgt9TiaV80/s320/Jojo006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321981632077147666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done with the random-ness and back to the day.. well, after class i felt much better cuz we were really having a good time today (me, alven, nyko, chun yian, phil, sarah and xiao tong.. fooling around in parkson.. haha..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically overall today i learned a couple of things.. one is definitely never ever put your hopes up high on things, not especially when you're running out of luck.. two, it's about time i start relying on my own efforts more than the lucky strikes i've been having ever since primary 5.. besides i also learned something else about myself.. which is i guess i can really look at things positively.. i mean sure i did it before but now i know the positive-ness in me is really positive.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposedly i havta study considering my finals are next week but the typical last-minute study me will pull through with or without the luck.. confidence in myself.. lol.. actually have a poem in my head but i guess i shan't post it.. not good in poetry.. lol.. guess i shall blog about something else tomorrow, which i believe is gonna be a superb day cuz i'll get to see someone.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-3199599219107624162?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/3199599219107624162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/Sdt38D1DpYI/AAAAAAAAABw/TXBwrATzKZk/s72-c/Fire+drill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-2619802401671962465</id><published>2009-04-05T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:57:50.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 years..</title><content type='html'>18 years have i wandered&lt;br /&gt;not for a knight in shining armour(i'm not gay.. lol..)&lt;br /&gt;but for a light that can make me warmer.&lt;br /&gt;18 years have i wandered&lt;br /&gt;with no sense of direction whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;and i am still looking, for a golden toilet.&lt;br /&gt;18 years have i wondered&lt;br /&gt;when will i ever be un-wondered&lt;br /&gt;probably when i've reached the age of a hundred.&lt;br /&gt;18 years have i tried&lt;br /&gt;to talk to a girl who can't smile&lt;br /&gt;but failed cuz she'll chase me away making me run for miles.&lt;br /&gt;18 years have i searched&lt;br /&gt;for an apple that is red&lt;br /&gt;only to discover that the red apples are just under my bed.&lt;br /&gt;18 years have i took&lt;br /&gt;to finally learn how to cook&lt;br /&gt;hard-boiled eggs without looking at the recipe book.&lt;br /&gt;18 years has it been&lt;br /&gt;since i actually last seen&lt;br /&gt;a movie without any scenes??(can't think of what else that rhymes.. lol..)&lt;br /&gt;18 more years and i will know&lt;br /&gt;whether when i'm 36 i can still show&lt;br /&gt;my hair that never seems to grow.&lt;br /&gt;18 more years will i take&lt;br /&gt;before i can finally shake&lt;br /&gt;a milkshake by a beautiful but ugly lake.&lt;br /&gt;18 years have i try&lt;br /&gt;to jump of a cliff and fly&lt;br /&gt;but i never dared due to the fact i would die.&lt;br /&gt;18 more years and i will cry&lt;br /&gt;listening to the sounds of kids in the house&lt;br /&gt;running up and down like a cat chasing a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;18 years have i attempted&lt;br /&gt;to never be tempted&lt;br /&gt;only to find out i'm always exempted.&lt;br /&gt;18 years and i'm still searching&lt;br /&gt;for that little bit of lightning&lt;br /&gt;that would make my skin a lttle bit more shining.&lt;br /&gt;18 years and i am still hoping&lt;br /&gt;that by doing a little bit more jumping&lt;br /&gt;i can be as tall as James the Wrapping.&lt;br /&gt;18 years have i been trying&lt;br /&gt;to be a little less nonsense-ing&lt;br /&gt;but a little more of Burger King eating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-2619802401671962465?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/2619802401671962465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-1090609958491675376</id><published>2009-04-05T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:29:52.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday sunday sunday</title><content type='html'>well it's a sunday today.. didn't accomplish much.. started of the day sleeping at 3 a.m. and waking up at 7 something before going to bed again till 10 something.. would have continued sleeping till noon had the stomach not complained of hunger.. so down i went for breakfast and i got told off by my parents for waking up late.. typical.. i get it almost all the time ever since i retired from tennis... lol.. after breakfast i took my shower and then followed my mum to collect her stuffs.. was to make up to her for not accompanying her to the market this morning (i'd normally wake up and follow her to the market on a sunday) so we went and came back around 12.. then i decided to cool my room up so i blasted the aircon at 18 degree Celcius and the fan at speed 5.. so it was pretty cold inside there.. made the brain freeze.. left it that way till i went down to go online.. and now i'm blogging on a no-achievement sunday.. i shall make sure that next sunday will be a bit better in the sense of achievement.. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-1090609958491675376?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/1090609958491675376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-sunday-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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God's work.. i completed the former but the latter?? didn't even do a single thing about it.. rest was sufficient.. slept til ten something in the morning.. and after that should've spent some time to try and do God's work but guess what, i didn't.. am i suppose to feel bad over it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now there are 2 ways to look at it.. some will say 'ya you should feel bad over it..' and some wil say 'it's fine.. God won't be mad over it'.. now there are ways to look at the 2 different answers that was given.. those who say i should, did they themselves did God's work on sunday?? or are they just filthy hypocrites?? the 2nd answer, how would they know God won't be angry?? but i'm sure they're right though.. God wouldn't get angry over this.. if he would then in the first place he wouldn't send Jesus to save us.. And i quote: For God so loved the world He gave his only Son Jesus Christ to save us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably i shouldn't feel bad but i think i should and i am.. reason being is because He has helped me out so much.. I was born with no physical disabilities, raised in a complete family, given some talent in sports (tennis-played for state till i got bored after form 3) given a slightly above average brain (straight A's student in all public exams) able to enjoy life (clubs and all sort of nonsense), saved from the negative activities like smoking.. sure they were some problems such as when my parents almost divorced due to my dad's financial trouble back when i was in form 2 (lasted till beginning of form 4).. but the fact stands that He has given me more good things in life than bad.. sure i did help out in a few church activities when i was super active in YCS back in form 4 and 5 but now, nadaa.. zero contribution.. the only contribution i give is being present during mass once a week and when donating during collection.. which i'm sure is nothing compared to what He has done for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering all the above, i realise i should change.. it's about time to kickstart and regenerate the Christian life.. and the first step i shall take would be to read the bible(something i have never done for the past 18 years of my 18 years of life) during the upcoming semester break.. from there i shall see where i can move on to next.. sorry God for the delay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-4715255831958198603?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/4715255831958198603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/4715255831958198603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/4715255831958198603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-god.html' title='sorry God'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-4986313551177530075</id><published>2009-04-02T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:32:27.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 days..</title><content type='html'>15 days have passed,&lt;br /&gt;somehow it feels longer than that&lt;br /&gt;it’s as if I’d known you forever.&lt;br /&gt;15 days have passed&lt;br /&gt;and I’ve experienced the 4 seasons&lt;br /&gt;spring, summer, autumn and winter with you.&lt;br /&gt;Spring is a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;Just like when I was first with you&lt;br /&gt;On 20th March 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Summer is where all the fun is&lt;br /&gt;Just like when you and me were laughing about&lt;br /&gt;The things no others will laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;Autumn is a moment of silence&lt;br /&gt;Just like whenever we run out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;And just end up looking at aeroplanes (Taman Sahabat)&lt;br /&gt;Winter is when things were cold&lt;br /&gt;Just like when we came back from the student’s lounge&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night with both our spirits down.&lt;br /&gt;15 days have passed,&lt;br /&gt;and I long to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;and laugh with all you heart.&lt;br /&gt;15 days have passed,&lt;br /&gt;and I’m sure given 15 more years&lt;br /&gt;I’ll break through your stubbornness&lt;br /&gt;I am very sure with the sole equation of&lt;br /&gt;1+1=2&lt;br /&gt;2+2=4&lt;br /&gt;and faith+positve=MiGi&lt;br /&gt;15 days have passed&lt;br /&gt;and we know we're complete opposites&lt;br /&gt;you're pessimist and i'm optimist&lt;br /&gt;you're negative and i'm positive&lt;br /&gt;but it's these differences that keeps us attached&lt;br /&gt;just like a magnet,&lt;br /&gt;rejecting like poles but attracting opposite poles.&lt;br /&gt;15 days have passed,&lt;br /&gt;and many more will pass.&lt;br /&gt;However with you leaving and with me who might as well,&lt;br /&gt;the days are numbered and becomes countable.&lt;br /&gt;With the clock ticking all that i can ask from God is&lt;br /&gt;to be given more summer time with you&lt;br /&gt;and if winter do have to come, may it be after&lt;br /&gt;a long long summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-4986313551177530075?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/4986313551177530075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/15-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/4986313551177530075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/4986313551177530075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/04/15-days.html' title='15 days..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-7336931358780987863</id><published>2009-03-31T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:20:09.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>robbery= the tool for unity??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SdIWSghsW1I/AAAAAAAAABg/-41O4eYOiJc/s1600-h/Jojo008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319338617102687058" style="WIDTH: 405px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SdIWSghsW1I/AAAAAAAAABg/-41O4eYOiJc/s320/Jojo008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the headlines above.. makes you wonder with things in life.. we all know that Israelis and Palestinians are a no no in being together due to the Gaza invasion.. but then out of the blue, or randomly as mimi would call it, some Israelis and Palestinians decide to team up and rob a bank.. talk about ways of getting people united.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we all know unity can be achieved through activities such as sports or cultural activities but robbing a bank?? that's something new.. probably we should consider robbery as the main cause for unity.. imagine the US armies robbing a bank with the Al-Qaeda militants.. if it helps resolve the stupid war of terror issue, then hell yeah we should support robbery as tool of unity... lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-7336931358780987863?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/7336931358780987863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SdIWSghsW1I/AAAAAAAAABg/-41O4eYOiJc/s72-c/Jojo008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-8890588366930647410</id><published>2009-03-14T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:36:22.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mimi-itis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbySIxor2II/AAAAAAAAABY/wyaqktbJEmY/s1600-h/Jojo002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbySIxor2II/AAAAAAAAABY/wyaqktbJEmY/s320/Jojo002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313282339850934402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;the picture above is a thing that mimi has always been drawing.. kinda like a trademark of her i guess.. the drawing may look harmless but be warned, it is infectious.. i would know seeing that i've been infected b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;y this mimi-itis.. thankfully mimi-itis ain't deadly.. lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbySI7IJuQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Dqn2Hf2W6dU/s1600-h/Mimi-itis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbySI7IJuQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Dqn2Hf2W6dU/s320/Mimi-itis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313282342398834946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is prove that i am infected by mimi-itis.. i started drawing this thingy here without realizing it every time i'm holding a pen and paper when im bored.. sigh.. and im still finding the cure for mimi-itis..  help mimi?? lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-8890588366930647410?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/8890588366930647410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/03/mimi-itis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/8890588366930647410'/><link rel='self' 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disappointing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbZzKrwvu4I/AAAAAAAAABI/Uj5JL7Eqrso/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbZzKrwvu4I/AAAAAAAAABI/Uj5JL7Eqrso/s320/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311559437913144194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, beautiful sign there.. the best part is the wording there.. check that out..&lt;br /&gt;it gives the impression of this&lt;br /&gt;- before it has no pork served, now they serve pork-&lt;br /&gt;pretty funny considering they post a halal sign beside this one.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;this is a real poster found in a shop in kk.. malaysians should really improve their ENGLISH and yet demonstrations are going around for science and math to NOT be taught in ENGLISH.. how ironic.. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-173146085060745639?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/173146085060745639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/03/grammar-error-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/173146085060745639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/173146085060745639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/03/grammar-error-haha.html' title='malaysian english.. 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pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbZqeqqZ75I/AAAAAAAAABA/HKtwBNODl4I/s320/Image061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311549885610848146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a reply to mimi's blog.. well, she said that i dun smile in pics.. take a look at this :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-6339339975884091431?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/6339339975884091431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/03/reply-to-mimis-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/6339339975884091431'/><link 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type='text'>97!!</title><content type='html'>well, today i dreaded going to class(housekeeping) cuz i never like the subject.. but i went anyway cuz i dun wanna be issued warning letter for skipping class.. haha.. so as i reached hilton training centre i slept as i waited for the lecture, mdm. Diana to come into class.. when she arrived, she gave back our test paper(which was done last week) and guess what.. I scored 97!!! was so damn happy i actually paid attention in her class today.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the morning part went well, then came the afternoon class, practical for housekeeping.. it was really bad in the sense that i had to clean the Sarawak Suite(2nd biggest room in Hilton Kuching).. split the job wif nyko, my classmate.. she did the bed while i cleaned the shower.. after we were done we both were lazy to dust the room.. so we jz wiped the mirror and stopped.. when we met our instructor, Sehirah, we found out she was pissed with Jeremiah, another classmate of mine.. he was really bad in practical but didn't bother to do his best resulting in her being angry.. stupid jerry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as of now, i am gonna strive in my housekeeping practical cuz i dun wan Sehirah to be mad because of anyone anymore.. she's such a nice person..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-5915755555300488810?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/5915755555300488810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/03/97.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/5915755555300488810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/5915755555300488810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/03/97.html' title='97!!'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D905787bc1fd50b3b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314346%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12CF2EC7C6B462E5882F3BD726D1CE7855E02C9E.6472BB0206C52DD064D71734BB92085D889E87F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D905787bc1fd50b3b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjL6x1eY28adLWro6aYp4-_CLpfc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, it was the grand dinner at sabah where we(DeHouse) competed in the Borneo Debating Championship.. moving on, we have here a certain Pan who is our president whom we like to call SIBU since he's from sibu singing the negaraku during the dinner.. enjoy as he prepares for the next audition of One In A Million.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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messaged mimi for help but no reply.. and as of now i'm still cramming my brain on how to finish of my assignments..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/72113367329282776-2540004417740915174?l=georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/feeds/2540004417740915174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/03/tiring-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/2540004417740915174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/72113367329282776/posts/default/2540004417740915174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgefrancisalbert.blogspot.com/2009/03/tiring-day.html' title='tiring day..'/><author><name>gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023038465574289326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUW2vA3CcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WJLjcAfgn4/S220/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72113367329282776.post-4330086103272406366</id><published>2009-03-07T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:50:38.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shop till u drop for drinks??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUdzgy-0RI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Vne_6SNF2W8/s1600-h/Jojo027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311184106367668498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUdzgy-0RI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Vne_6SNF2W8/s320/Jojo027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUdzOFi1sI/AAAAAAAAAAw/IBUSt_rmKB4/s1600-h/Jojo031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311184101345253058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSAqGwbPDA/SbUdzOFi1sI/AAAAAAAAAAw/IBUSt_rmKB4/s320/Jojo031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it happened last saturday.. volunteered to help mimi out for the prom as a waiter but ended up being waterboy as well.. haha.. so we went to boulevard and boy did we became waterboy.. 85 bottles os 7up and 28 cartons of juices.. ain't drinking those two for a long long time from now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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