<?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-19990687</id><updated>2012-01-18T06:28:55.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are, at this moment, standing, right in the middle of my ' world of diamonds '</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990687.post-5647428176253138745</id><published>2008-12-20T15:06:00.042+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:13:01.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina Aguilera - I Turn To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzZE7pN70I/AAAAAAAAAS4/4fwtVJ55dqY/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzZE7pN70I/AAAAAAAAAS4/4fwtVJ55dqY/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281835141752024898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the rain&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes I know I'll find the light&lt;br /&gt;to light my way&lt;br /&gt;When I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;losing ground&lt;br /&gt;when my world is going crazy&lt;br /&gt;you can turn it all around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzQ7Vsp41I/AAAAAAAAARQ/SAHbegANP_E/s1600-h/P7060061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzQ7Vsp41I/AAAAAAAAARQ/SAHbegANP_E/s320/P7060061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281826180854047570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when I'm down&lt;br /&gt;your there&lt;br /&gt;pushing me to the top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzRBUPLatI/AAAAAAAAARY/JwxjhM9xYmE/s1600-h/me+and+shah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzRBUPLatI/AAAAAAAAARY/JwxjhM9xYmE/s320/me+and+shah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281826283541195474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your always there giving me all you got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzZFqAkckI/AAAAAAAAATI/Ub95WzfhaCg/s1600-h/100_1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzZFqAkckI/AAAAAAAAATI/Ub95WzfhaCg/s400/100_1893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281835154198000194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For a chill&lt;br /&gt;from the song&lt;br /&gt;for a friend&lt;br /&gt;for the love to keep me save and warm&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you&lt;br /&gt;for the strength to be strong&lt;br /&gt;for the will to carry on---&lt;br /&gt;for everything you do&lt;br /&gt;for everything that's true&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzboqewA1I/AAAAAAAAATg/1EU6sBm9FME/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzboqewA1I/AAAAAAAAATg/1EU6sBm9FME/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281837954643264338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the will to win&lt;br /&gt;I can reach for you and reach the sky again&lt;br /&gt;i can do anything&lt;br /&gt;cause your love is so amazing&lt;br /&gt;that your love inspired me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzPwblHSPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kiqOrDRTLVA/s1600-h/i-told-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzPwblHSPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kiqOrDRTLVA/s320/i-told-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281824893942843634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i need a friend&lt;br /&gt;your always on my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzP7f_PLhI/AAAAAAAAARA/VryE2PH1XnE/s1600-h/P7050012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzP7f_PLhI/AAAAAAAAARA/VryE2PH1XnE/s320/P7050012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281825084104715794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;give anything&lt;br /&gt;and taking me through the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzZFWuSiuI/AAAAAAAAATA/Cj8qJXCdMoc/s1600-h/100_1688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzZFWuSiuI/AAAAAAAAATA/Cj8qJXCdMoc/s400/100_1688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281835149021055714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For a chill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from the song&lt;br /&gt;for a friend&lt;br /&gt;for the love to keep me safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you&lt;br /&gt;for the strength to be strong&lt;br /&gt;for the will to carry on---&lt;br /&gt;for everything you do&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUza10mWFpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/PM09mMgt8Dc/s1600-h/16021356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUza10mWFpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/PM09mMgt8Dc/s400/16021356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281837081186145938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the arm to be my shelter for the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for truth that will never ever change&lt;br /&gt;For someone to lead on&lt;br /&gt;for a heart i can rely onto anything&lt;br /&gt;(you can rely on me)&lt;br /&gt;For the world to&lt;br /&gt;I can feel to...oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;i turn to you&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/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzcgqVDwII/AAAAAAAAATw/AqwZfTtoUQM/s1600-h/p61.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzcgqVDwII/AAAAAAAAATw/AqwZfTtoUQM/s400/p61.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281838916675289218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For a chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from the song&lt;br /&gt;for a friend&lt;br /&gt;for the love to keep me save and warm&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you&lt;br /&gt;for the strength to be strong&lt;br /&gt;for the will to carry on---&lt;br /&gt;for everything you do&lt;br /&gt;for everything that's true&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/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzeMQF8cyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Tunlkzw2ND0/s1600-h/joezerbday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzeMQF8cyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Tunlkzw2ND0/s400/joezerbday1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281840765058446114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for everything you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for everything that's true&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you-oooh&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzxiVM8yGI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Qz3Pk0QT_AI/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzxiVM8yGI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Qz3Pk0QT_AI/s200/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281862035108055138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzuPdmd5MI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qE_4DKlLxTw/s1600-h/MOS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzuPdmd5MI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qE_4DKlLxTw/s200/MOS2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281858412410168514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzuPCuyEPI/AAAAAAAAAVo/KYCp8vT928Y/s1600-h/P7050003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzuPCuyEPI/AAAAAAAAAVo/KYCp8vT928Y/s200/P7050003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281858405197287666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzxiwOLeaI/AAAAAAAAAWU/fwdNJLX-bCg/s1600-h/myhouse1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzxiwOLeaI/AAAAAAAAAWU/fwdNJLX-bCg/s200/myhouse1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281862042360969634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzuPi6MqWI/AAAAAAAAAV4/1lj35hTODac/s1600-h/100_1669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzuPi6MqWI/AAAAAAAAAV4/1lj35hTODac/s200/100_1669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281858413835102562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzwdyMKXaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Fs3dK0Rwumc/s1600-h/DSCN0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzwdyMKXaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Fs3dK0Rwumc/s200/DSCN0273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281860857478405538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUz0No9cFRI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ybJmGMWrKM0/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUz0No9cFRI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ybJmGMWrKM0/s200/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281864978169337106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUz0NBzuOLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/zF3Dr8Ex3lk/s1600-h/100_1917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUz0NBzuOLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/zF3Dr8Ex3lk/s200/100_1917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281864967659600050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUz0N9ZXRFI/AAAAAAAAAXE/jtbxKazuu1I/s1600-h/DSCN3696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUz0N9ZXRFI/AAAAAAAAAXE/jtbxKazuu1I/s200/DSCN3696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281864983655171154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUz0NUDoV5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/QbdeISGA9GI/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUz0NUDoV5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/QbdeISGA9GI/s200/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281864972558161810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SU0LFNoBusI/AAAAAAAAAXU/JqHPEepe4dc/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SU0LFNoBusI/AAAAAAAAAXU/JqHPEepe4dc/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281890122160257730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you all my fellow friends for giving me&lt;br /&gt;such a wonderful time in Monash.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Monash.&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/19990687-5647428176253138745?l=worm-bin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/5647428176253138745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990687&amp;postID=5647428176253138745' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/5647428176253138745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/5647428176253138745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-monash.html' title='Christina Aguilera - I Turn To You'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/SUzZE7pN70I/AAAAAAAAAS4/4fwtVJ55dqY/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990687.post-9030450794517286663</id><published>2007-12-02T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:52:38.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Lie That I Don't Miss Any Of You</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Its been ages since i last jotted down anything here. Well, maybe i'm just too busy with my studies or simply because i lost the inspiration in blogging. But yea ... i guess its time to make a come back. Dear diary, you'll always be my all-time best listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i graduated from high school, many of my close friends started to move abroad to further their studies. They are scattered all over the world for now. From the rural parts of India and Europe to the suburb cities of Australia. One by one, they are just gone for good. Many of them manage to find life elsewhere, cherishing every moment in their foreign adventures. Scrolling pass their photo collections, i could see just how happy they are. Damn, i wish i had the chance to go too.  Sighh ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/R1LKbzKMWzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/rai-Mni3NI8/s1600-R/melb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/R1LKbzKMWzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mHK842_V3m4/s400/melb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139392703721397042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chung Lern &amp;amp; Ning in Melbourne.&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://bp1.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/R1LMnTKMW0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/f-DM3vqsXxs/s1600-R/ariel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/R1LMnTKMW0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/XTJ7HzLRb2k/s400/ariel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139395100313148226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at Ariel, he is definately having a great time in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do feel proud for them, but sometimes i wished they hadn't leave me and gone abroad. Days where we had our yamcha sessions late at night till mamak owners have to chase us out, days where got chased by the discipline teacher on a motorbike, days where we applied toothpaste on each others face when we're asleep, days where we sing our ktv without mikes, days where we got drunk like theres no tomorrow, damn, I miss them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life moves on ...... friends come and go. If old ones doesn't go, new ones will never come. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT I JUST HATE THE FEELING OF DEPARTING FROM FRIENDS !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been such emotional for a long long time. All this while i had been strong, being able to live independently despite the absence of my best buds. You know, theres always something called msn and webcam where you could contact each other. But What if your friend has gone to a remote area where internet is not easily accessible? What if this good friend of yours is a foreigner and decides to head back for good? Will you ever see her again ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the time when i just met her, she was this innocent little girl carrying a notebook walking around asking for numbers as she needed help for her assignment. She approached me for my number. I was like 'hey, i don't even know you man'. Hah ... but she looked really pity though, so i ended giving her my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes one heck of a kind. Have you ever met a girl who goes around asking strangers for their numbers? Have you ever met a girl who keys in her contact into everyone's cellphone naming herself 'indo leng lui', and saving self-taken picture as the wall paper? LIKE SUPER THICK SKIN RIGHT ? Hah ... but shes adorable. I don't deny that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times where she imitates the &lt;strike&gt; pat poh &lt;/strike&gt; fortune teller, Lillian Too, trying very hard to predict our fortunes and lucks. Do you know whats the definition of 'pat poh si lai' ? yea ...she fits exactly into that category :P And she never gives good evaluations on me. Always telling me that i'm very complex minded just because my palms have too many lines. Yea .. she told me that probably because she failed to find my life and happiness line due to my  saturated palm lines.  Lousy fortune teller :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had such a good sandbag in my life. Really enjoyed the time bullying and teasing her around. Especially when comes to teasing her coconut hair style and her chubby curry puff face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/R1LF6DKMWxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ESQKgUeb33Q/s1600-R/IMG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/R1LF6DKMWxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XwbpVQ7LtK0/s400/IMG_0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139387725854300946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love it when she puts up her angry face !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pity that you have to head back to your home country. I know you have always wanted to go back to manufacture bombs to kill me. But i do miss your terrorist face HAHA. I don't know when will i see you again, but i do wish you all the best in life okay ? And you better come back to m'sia coz you still owe me 2x teh o ais + 1x starbucks + 1 Bali souvenir !!! Basket .. You're still in my Trade Debtors List !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990687-9030450794517286663?l=worm-bin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/9030450794517286663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990687&amp;postID=9030450794517286663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/9030450794517286663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/9030450794517286663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-is-lie-if-i-tell-you-that-i-dont.html' title='It&apos;s A Lie That I Don&apos;t Miss Any Of You'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/R1LKbzKMWzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mHK842_V3m4/s72-c/melb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990687.post-116835181821806856</id><published>2007-01-09T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:22:47.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days 2 nights in Pangkor</title><content type='html'>Having been through a year of hardships and obstacles, I've always wanted to chill out in a beach with a bunch of friends. You know .. nothing is more relaxing than sitting down by the beach listening to the cascading waters, tanning under the ever-lasting sunshine and most of all spending time with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After weeks of planning and researching, my friends and i decided to head down Pangkor island for a nice weekend. Though the island is nothing comparable to the pristine beaches of redang and perhentian, as long as theres a sandy beach for me to comfort my legs, i wouldn't mind. Plus i've long wanting to throw tC down to the sea, but sadly he didn't turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There were 14 of us who turned up for the trip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RasFqxoO9yI/AAAAAAAAACw/Xj4-jrqn1CY/s1600-h/IMG_1496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020112442069284642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RasFqxoO9yI/AAAAAAAAACw/Xj4-jrqn1CY/s200/IMG_1496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RasFDhoO9xI/AAAAAAAAACo/tP95BDWHaIY/s1600-h/IMG_1497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020111767759419154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RasFDhoO9xI/AAAAAAAAACo/tP95BDWHaIY/s200/IMG_1497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020107631705913026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RasBSxoO9sI/AAAAAAAAACA/h9nG5viO4Ho/s400/IMG_8991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The couples (above) : ChungLern &amp; Ning, ChungWei &amp;amp; Sarah&lt;br /&gt;The gang (bottom) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guys from left : Jason, David, JiaJun, Fred, Zen, me and GuanSiang&lt;br /&gt;Girls from left : Pui Gin, Pui Mun and Hui Ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After meeting up at pudu bus station, we set off for Lumut at around 9am, where we boarded a ferry to Pangkor island from there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022746734490482658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RbRhixoO9-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/K3Cm_pqujTY/s400/P1010725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The ferry ride was awesome. Mr funky bear, Zen, couldn't resist posing with his sunglasses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022742688631289810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RbRd3RoO99I/AAAAAAAAAFM/6YQ8KbHJcLA/s400/IMG_8993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Whats the first thing you do when you land on an island ? BEACH !!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024943490003302434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RbwvexoO-CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6NYy87v6yMU/s400/IMG_9002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And of coz, we found some interesting to do. Have long wanted to bury this jackass under ground. Uneven boobs and oversized penis, thats all i can say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020121603234527090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RasOABoO93I/AAAAAAAAADY/BdNLBHozvVc/s400/IMG_9008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;sibeh horny .... look at JJ, he is enjoying it weh !! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024944404831336498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RbwwUBoO-DI/AAAAAAAAAGI/X1GukZysy7I/s400/IMG_9003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fantasized by JJ's sand boobs. What on earth is the leaf doing there ? pubics ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020146698728437666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/Rask0xoO96I/AAAAAAAAAEk/OjOMB3_2xyg/s400/IMG_9004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We were all fantasized actually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020124244639414146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RasQZxoO94I/AAAAAAAAADg/SjKRDi_EWMk/s400/IMG_9011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now, there is two of them. Oh my, what was Fred hugging ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020148012988430274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RasmBRoO98I/AAAAAAAAAE0/71yItWlTWxc/s400/maggiemeeFEAST.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Maggie mee feast. Ali was dying to eat them. David thinks they are nutz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022749543399094258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RbRkGRoO9_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/FxLYGsOOSw0/s400/IMG_9027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anything can happen in Pangkor you know ..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020119017664214882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RasLphoO92I/AAAAAAAAADQ/3nevc83nZ1I/s400/JJandGS.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Even with the same sex ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/Rc2Ln01VzFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cg_AVVcUtqM/s1600-h/JJ2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029829875156241490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/Rc2Ln01VzFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cg_AVVcUtqM/s200/JJ2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/Rc2L3E1VzGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4p6d4uOdr-g/s1600-h/Ali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029830137149246562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/Rc2L3E1VzGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4p6d4uOdr-g/s200/Ali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose the better poser ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020117737763960658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RasKfBoO91I/AAAAAAAAADI/1J012SLcoM8/s400/IMG_1427.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And the winner is ......... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020116367669393218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RasJPRoO90I/AAAAAAAAADA/yG61az7ZhkA/s400/IMG_1424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Classic picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020113983962543922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RasHEhoO9zI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tV2o5sJHkAA/s400/IMG_1448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They say i was drunk. They say i wanted to go mamak in the middle of night in Pangkor island. They said i wanted to play chor tai ti with chips. They said i was moaning Zen's name when i was alseep. Yes, thats what ' they said ' . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RamoGBoO9kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BtacnT_YP1w/s1600-h/IMG_8999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019728081150998082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RamoGBoO9kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BtacnT_YP1w/s400/IMG_8999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a pity, tC didn't made it for the trip, otherwise we would have a fun time throwing him down the sea. And also, Pui Gin who was sick througout the trip. Poor girl, had to spend most of the time in the hotel due to fever. Not to forgot Zen, who injured his leg during our banana boat ride. Yea, he was limping for the entire trip, but he instantly recovered when he carried huini on her back. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT A MIRACLE&lt;/strong&gt; eh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, all was good. You know, we were so close to calling off the trip due to the bad weather that was reported in the newspapers' front page a day before. Wowww !! reported at front page huh ? must be some big shit el-nino-hurricane-katrina thats gonna blow Pangkor with a 7 feet high tsunami. I swear to god, there wasn't even a single black cloud when we reach Pangkor island and it didn't start raining till the last day of our trip. &lt;strong&gt;GOOD JOB&lt;/strong&gt; to the M'sian weather forecast team ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990687-116835181821806856?l=worm-bin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/116835181821806856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990687&amp;postID=116835181821806856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/116835181821806856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/116835181821806856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/2007/01/pangkor.html' title='3 days 2 nights in Pangkor'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RasFqxoO9yI/AAAAAAAAACw/Xj4-jrqn1CY/s72-c/IMG_1496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990687.post-116694548374528063</id><published>2006-12-24T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T11:06:19.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting on Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Going up Genting in the wee hours of the morning was the craziest thing i've ever done in my whole life. Actually, it was Jiajun's 'brilliant' idea to suggest that we head down genting at midnight for christmas eve just to get a taste of the chilling weather and enjoy the night scenaries. After doing some last minute planning, we finally got the plan going, and off we headed up Genting Highlands with 2 seperate cars. Knowing that Jiajun has always dreamt to be the 2nd Micheal Schumacher, I was reluctant to put my safety on his hands, so i followed Fred's car instead. &lt;strike&gt;Actually, that blardy asshole shooed me away to Fred's car, because he wanted only girl pessengers in his car. KNNCCB ! &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1990/400/286971/IMG_8415.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It was the happiest day in his life. He managed to fish 3 girls into his car. But what is Zen doing there ?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1990/400/173493/IMG_8453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chilling out in the dark. This is what you call night scenary right, Jiajun ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1990/400/337756/IMG_8459.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Trying to find some heat. But isn't that a dustbin ?!?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1990/400/116005/IMG_8462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;camwhoring session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1990/1600/586712/IMG_8453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1990/400/815563/IMG_8471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next morning .... guess what ? more camwhoring !! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1990/400/260095/setapak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Went to Setapak for lunch after we came down from Genting the next day. Nice quiet and cosy restaurant, but where are the chairs ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Although, i had to lie to my parents that i was going to zen's place for a night, but the lie was worth the great experience !! Actually, there weren't much to do in genting at night, but the yamcha sessions was the BOMB ! With a cup of hot coffee and a bunch of friends to chill out with, it's just awesome. Also, i enjoyed laughing at Zen who tried to withstand the morning breeze by just putting on a polo and a shorts. Sadly, he is no where near achieving it and that ass just refused to admit that he is cold !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019710806792533554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RamYYhoO9jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YHTq6_wr5bI/s400/zensohai.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Caught you red handed !! Zen, you're cold aren't you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks you guys for the trip !! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990687-116694548374528063?l=worm-bin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/116694548374528063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990687&amp;postID=116694548374528063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/116694548374528063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/116694548374528063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/2006/12/genting-on-christmas-eve.html' title='Genting on Christmas Eve'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RamYYhoO9jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YHTq6_wr5bI/s72-c/zensohai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990687.post-116629005564702980</id><published>2006-12-17T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T22:15:07.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Studying few hundred kilometres across the globe for a year and a half, and the first thing he did after coming back to Malaysia was to visit me and Vjay. A true friend indeed !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Remembering the time where i knew him during my CPU days, this guy in one heck of a joke bag that keeps me awake even if its the most boring class on earth. In chemistry, he never fails to joke about Miss Kimberly's sagging boobs and in geometry, he was always finding ways to outsmart our maths teacher, Miss Wong, but failed miserably. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than classmates, we were teamates in futsal. This prick here is like a mixture of Kolo Toure and Micheal Owen, dominating both the back and front of the futsal pitch. I dunno if he cheated me being a chinese, i'm pretty sure he inherited some of the orang asli's strength and determination in Sarawak. No wonder he doesn't gets tired. Together with him, vjay and myself, we form a team, they call it 'Bin FC ' (*ehem* no laughing plz). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1990/400/943077/IMG_7766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hyundai is his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My other good CPU mates. They were awesome too ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019767367216854706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RanL0xoO9rI/AAAAAAAAABs/5vqqD3LoADQ/s400/cpuguys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;From left: Vjay, Hyundai, Ariel, Me and Anson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019754679883462274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RanASRoO9oI/AAAAAAAAABI/Ic_fkoDZX9Y/s400/prom-mel,+liz,sooching+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;From left: Melanie, Elizabeth, Sooching and Sulin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;After 1.5 years of empty promises, Hyundai was finally touching down in KLIA to pay us a visit. The gay Vjay was so excited that he was willing to wake up at 4.30am and drive down KLIA personally just to pick up his lover. And yes, the guy who drove his Kancil into a longkang recently was about to drive me to KLIA, and without knowing the directions =_= '''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A night before hyundai's touchdown .....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vjay : wei, tomorrow 4.30am i wake you up k.&lt;br /&gt;Bin : WTF 4.30am ?! It's a saturday la. 6am plz !! 4.30 still dark la bitch, you know the way meh ?&lt;br /&gt;Vjay : Tiu kao lei. 5am I'm calling you.&lt;br /&gt;Bin : ...... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This was how excited he is)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019741893765822050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/Ram0qBoO9mI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UxLfWYm0IZc/s400/IMG_7755.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A picture worth a thousand words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was lucky enough to get back to subang from the airport in one piece. Thank you Vjay for your 'wonderful' ride. After having our dim sum breakfast in usj 20, we headed down to Hyun's favourite midvalley. That horrible place has the worse parking area on Earth. Hyun had to seduce a passer-by so badly just to reserve a parking space for us. We spent the rest of the day shopping in the mall and chilling out in asia cafe for dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1990/1600/246839/IMG_7764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1990/200/363931/IMG_7764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1990/1600/645902/IMG_7766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1990/200/174998/IMG_7766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1990/1600/934909/IMG_7759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1990/200/65824/IMG_7759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posing in ss18 Tanjung the next morning &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1990/400/79448/IMG_7763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vjay was mad at me for being in the middle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1990/1600/86055/IMG_7770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1990/400/263960/IMG_7770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lunch at Exquiry Kitchen in Subang Parade &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was a great meeting after all. Great to see that Hyundai is still as cheerful as before, plus he is abit buffed now. Spent 1.5 days with him, he was already flashing his muscles everywhere. Blardy gay ... Anyhow, hope to see you again, Hyun. All the best ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990687-116629005564702980?l=worm-bin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/116629005564702980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990687&amp;postID=116629005564702980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/116629005564702980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/116629005564702980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/2006/12/hyundai.html' title='True Friend'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1iBl0hODDoI/RanL0xoO9rI/AAAAAAAAABs/5vqqD3LoADQ/s72-c/cpuguys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990687.post-116187025588290004</id><published>2006-10-26T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T21:09:29.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L@L@</title><content type='html'>For the past 20 years of my life, i've came across a number of 'LALA' chais. But somehow, i don't hate them like other people do. Maybe it's just because they have this love-to-catch-attention personalities that make people hate them. For me, i envy them for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt;They have no worries or burdens. They are happy-go-lucky kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt;They are always having fun while your not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt;They are always richer than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt;They are always hanging out with girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt;The girls they hang out with are cuter and hotter than those you hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what does LALA means actually?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALA is actually a scallop, scientificly name as Aequipecten irradians. It's an invertebrate marine mollusks with rough irregular shells and small muscles on each side of the back of its fowl. They are usually found on sea beds of coastal waters. Actually, it is a kind of seafood which you usually see in a chinese seafood restaurant. There are many types of LALA cooking styles such as 'Chao LALA, Kam Heong LALA, Shiong Tom LALA and etc'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In malaysia, LALA is not just the normal LALA seafood that you eat but it also refers to the group of 'jeng' people that follows a special trend. They act and dress like as if they are Neo in the Matrix, but actually they are just VCD sellers. They look very 'yeng' at times, especially when they start walking on the street. It's like as if theres a gasp of wind flowing around them ... like 'Fung Wan'. In Malaysia, LALA is also known as 'Ah Beng(male LALA) and AhLian(female LALA)', and sometimes also known as 'Loong Ge'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna know how a LALA looks like, plz get ur hairy ass down to Sungai Wang. the biggest LALA territory you can find in Malaysia. There, you can easily identify the LALAs if they meet the recognition criteria below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Wearing shirts that are printed with attractive dragon image on front or back or both side of the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Having weird quotes on the shirt like 'im handsome, don't fall love on me', 'i eat thing don't do work, do work will break thing', 'lala is my life' and etc. For this, i should give 3 thumbs up for their dressing creativity (dun ask me wheres the 3rd thumb).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Like to wear 'La BA pants' or should i call it bell pants, whereby the bottom part of the pants ranges to a diameter of around 10-12 inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Superb hairstyle. Anytime better than the Mohicans or the Nigerians, or even Beckham's. I don't understand why they like to sell VCD so much, where they could earn much more being a hairstylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; Their necklace and earring collections are much more than your mum's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)&lt;/strong&gt; They like to wear slippers. They can have all the expensive shoes in the world like addidas or Nike but they will STILL wear slippers. Why?? bcoz this is their trademark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7)&lt;/strong&gt; Some of us might like to watch ' STAR WARS 1,2,3' and call ourselves obi-wan kenobi. But LALAs are different. They watch movies like 'GU WAK ZHAI 1,2,3 or INFERNAL AFFARIS 1,2,3' and call themselves 'Chen Hou Lam'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8)&lt;/strong&gt; there is a new generation of LALA who shows some hiphop element. I call this LALAHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself meeting the requirements from the above list, &lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!!!&lt;/strong&gt; You are absolutely a LALA species, don't deny it, you really are. Hope you have a wonderful LALA life. And plz bear in mind that i'm envy of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990687-116187025588290004?l=worm-bin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/116187025588290004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990687&amp;postID=116187025588290004' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/116187025588290004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/116187025588290004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/2006/10/ll.html' title='L@L@'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990687.post-116098486635981672</id><published>2006-10-16T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:10:44.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3rd Semester in Monash</title><content type='html'>Ahhh .....it's been ages since i last updated this blog. Have been really busy throughout the semester though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a blink of an eye and i'm already half way through my degree. Sometimes i do wonder if i had regretted coming to monash. Honestly, there are many ups and downs i had been through for the past 1.5 years. Girls, studies, friends and lecturers, they are all so different from the ones i knew back then. Things are getting so much complicated nowadays. One minute you can find yourself talking to really nice person, and the next thing you know, he or she will be backstabbing you in front of all your coursemates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is university life though .......gotta bear with it. Anyhow, i did meet some nice people this semester though. Really enjoyed hanging around with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My accounts coursemates. From left: Teen, Maryann, Me, Sharul, Jessica and Wendy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/DSCF1085.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Exams are just around the corner .....but heck ! we still camwhore weee &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My favourite tutorial class for this semester, you guys are the best !!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The day didn't end just like that. We had a birthday suprise for nataline in pyramid too ! The surprise plan didn't get on so well though. Blardy double parker blocked my car for like 20 mins in front of Medan, and i was already late to meet up with my friends in pyramid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder how Filbert and Wendy managed to con the bday girl for 30 mins while waiting for the rest to arrive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/DSCF1086.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We still got a little cake for you at least !! Happy 21st birthday Nat !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All of us in pyramid Nandos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/DSCF1088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Poor birthday girl, wearing only shorts and slippers to pyramid. Thats why she got a t-shirt for her bday hahaa =P &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a great day today !! thanks guys !! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990687-116098486635981672?l=worm-bin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/116098486635981672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990687&amp;postID=116098486635981672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/116098486635981672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/116098486635981672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-3rd-semester-in-monash.html' title='My 3rd Semester in Monash'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990687.post-115364429267473526</id><published>2006-07-23T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T16:17:28.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini NS Reunion</title><content type='html'>It's been long since i last met them ... 6 months ? 1 year ? not sure though. But well, its nice meeting up with them after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was koon and adam's idea to celebrate lynn's birthday in advance, 2 days in advance to be exact. Man, time flies like a bullet train, just a blink of an eye, shes already 20 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember her as the small specky girl i knew back in secondary school. She is one hell of a girl though. Despite being good in studies, she has exceptional talents in both dancing and debating. No wonder she is highly regarded by her peers, and not to mention, she is also the president of the chinese society in my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to be called up for NS together with her and shing lan in the same camp in Kelantan. At least, i know i'm not gonna be alone after all !! Without them, i wouldn't have known the other members of our gang, like Sherly, Jun, Kisei, Chilly and Kith Men. Sigh ... it's a long time since i last heard from these girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I do still keep in touch with adam, koon and lynn at least. They have been great pals. Sorry for all the ffks i made ya mewehehe o.O !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/P7220018.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Koon, adam and me surprising Lynn in her house. Happy 20th bday HuiLynn !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/P7230023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Went for badminton the following morning. Lynn challenged us actually. She said she is 'pro'. *cough cough*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hope to meet up with you guys again !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990687-115364429267473526?l=worm-bin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/115364429267473526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990687&amp;postID=115364429267473526' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/115364429267473526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/115364429267473526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/2006/07/mini-ns-reunion.html' title='Mini NS Reunion'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990687.post-115339484203656671</id><published>2006-07-20T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T20:14:45.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australian Textbooks</title><content type='html'>It is the first week of classes. This is the time where everyone gathers at the monash notice boards to check out for cheap 2nd hand textbooks. Never would i've thought that rich students in monash would trouble themselves by bargaining their ass off on the 2nd hand books. With so many buyers out there, i can hardly find a book that matches my budget. How i wish i am a rich kid who gets to walk in the bookstore and get 1st hand books. There are somethings i just hate about Australian textbooks ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notices like this really piss me off big time :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;" Law in Commerce, 2nd edition, Brendon &amp; Jennifer, rm270 "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM270 !!?!? YOU THINK YOU ARE SELLING YOUR BUTT TO ME AR ?!? You know, sometimes its really pain in the ass, having to pay for all these overpriced books. Blardy aussie authors, they really think they are some kind of Stephen Hawkings or Albert Einstein, writing books that are revealing scientific breakthroughs. Please la .... you guys are just writing simple essays and drawing simple diagrams to aid some &lt;s&gt;retarded&lt;/s&gt; weak students like me. You guys ain't cracking your brains for 20 years to find out what is E=mc². SO WILL YOU PLEASE LOWER THE PRICE OF YOUR BOOKS !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/albert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at his hair. Are you trying to tell me that you, aussie authors, used up more brain juice than him ?!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Another thing I'm very annoyed with australian textbooks is that they are Super-Duper-Ultra-Freaking-Bitching Long Winded. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take a look at this sentence found in my law book :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Whenever a person gives information or advice to another upon a serious matter in circumstances where the speaker realises, or ought to realise, that he is being trusted to give the best of his information or advice as a basis for action on the part of the other party and it is reasonable in the circumstances for the other party to act on the information or advice, the speaker comes under a duty to exercise reasonable care in the provision of the information or advice he chooses to give&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What in the name of Kennysia is he trying to explain man .... seriously arggh !! Can't it be written in a shorter sentence like this :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Whenever a person gives information or advice to another upon a serious matter, he or she ought to expect that his or her advice is being relied and acted on, therefore, the speaker should come under a duty to exercise reasonable care to in the provision of advice or information&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes i wonder why my so many of my friends study in Australia ....... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990687-115339484203656671?l=worm-bin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/115339484203656671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990687&amp;postID=115339484203656671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/115339484203656671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/115339484203656671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/2006/07/australian-textbooks.html' title='Australian Textbooks'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990687.post-115313582004970305</id><published>2006-07-17T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:37:01.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>FuCCCckK up day !! What the hell is wrong people nowadays man !! They're always having some sort of pms problems in so and so days in a month. So happen i'm with this pms kid today, and i ate all the flame she blew out from her mouth. PAWNNED ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder why do people have to bring their pms problems to school. And i don't mean the normal pre-menstrual symptons that girls have, but the suddenly-face-turn-black kind of mood swings people have. Blardy hell, whats wrong with these people man?? Out of no where they start showing their KNNCCB face to you. Please laa ... if you know you have such problems, then please get a sandbag and punch it all you want. You can rape the sandbag for all you want and i won't give a freaking damn !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But WHy? Why ...why must people bring their terrible mood swings to school !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've no freaking idea. Maybe it's just because they think it's much more cost-efficient to burst out on friends rather than throwing antiques around at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never get near these emo-monsters when they are at the peak of their temper. If not, you'll probably end up like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/boxing3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wished i had ended up that way, but instead i was really heartbroken when she scolded me several times today. I hope it's just merely pms ..... or izzit thats she dislikes me anymore? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990687-115313582004970305?l=worm-bin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/115313582004970305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990687&amp;postID=115313582004970305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/115313582004970305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/115313582004970305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/2006/07/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990687.post-115099681045857024</id><published>2006-06-23T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:01:30.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Zahirah and Swee Kee !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahhhh, haven't been blogging for like half a year ?!?! Well, it's time to update it a little, mwehehe ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/Farewell%20-%2022nd%20June%202006%20%2828%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;From left : Swee Kee (leaving), nataline (bz body), Zahirah (leaving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year i have known this bunch of monkeys studying in monash. Man ......&lt;br /&gt;Life wouldn't have been great without them,&lt;br /&gt;Classes wouldn't have been interesting without them,&lt;br /&gt;Lunch wouldn't have been fulfilling without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh .... and now they have to go !! Swee Kee and Zahirah will be leaving to Aussie on a student exchange programme for a year. Jeeezzz, sometimes life is just like that, friends come and go, we just have to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Introducing the gang :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/Farewell%20-%2022nd%20June%202006%20%289%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Top from left : Mun Hoong, Hui Ling, me&lt;br /&gt;Bottom from left : Zahirah, Nataline, Swee Kee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off at around 5pm, where i picked up huiling at uni and headed for pyramid to buy the farewell pressies. Gosh, it took us quite some time to choose the scarves (u know la, girls are kinda fussy one ...later too bright colour dun like, too dull not syok =_= """)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting the pressies, we headed back to uni to pick the rest up and ended up in Salmon Steak ss15 for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/Farewell%20-%2022nd%20June%202006%20%288%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;dinner in salmon steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/Farewell%20-%2022nd%20June%202006%20%2824%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After dinner, we decided to camwhore ... i've no idea how we ended in Sunway-Monash Condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/1600/Farewell%20-%2022nd%20June%202006%20(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/Farewell%20-%2022nd%20June%202006%20%2816%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a good way to show off Zahirah's newly bought scarf !! SM time .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/Farewell%20-%2022nd%20June%202006%20%2837%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Chilling out before we head home ... damn, they went off without even giving a farewell speech !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, it was a great day after all !! Anyways, Swee Kee &amp;amp; Zahirah, all the best and take care !! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990687-115099681045857024?l=worm-bin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/115099681045857024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990687&amp;postID=115099681045857024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/115099681045857024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/115099681045857024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/2006/06/farewell-zahirah-and-swee-kee.html' title='Farewell Zahirah and Swee Kee !!'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990687.post-113947862741885695</id><published>2006-02-09T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T12:59:58.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bday TengChoon and Jiajun !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A surprised party was held in tengchoon's house on the 6th ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_9872.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tC &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Jiajun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_9864.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;which is the better poser, hmmmph ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_9898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;group pic of us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;this is crazy ... posing in the middle of a 3-lane highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990687-113947862741885695?l=worm-bin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/113947862741885695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990687&amp;postID=113947862741885695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/113947862741885695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/113947862741885695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-bday-tengchoon-and-jiajun.html' title='Happy Bday TengChoon and Jiajun !!'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990687.post-113887925609150363</id><published>2006-02-02T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T16:06:12.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year's new year was none other than an odinary new year though. Houses were decorated with all sorts of red objects, aunties were showing off their rossy red cheong sams, uncles didn't seem to be putting on anything new and finally cousins, being the most non-economical off all, came in with their branded shirts and pants together with their newly bought gadgets (cameras &amp; cellphones). Cousin Andy bought an rm300 adidas sneakers ... Argh ~! i'm so jealous of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i had lots of angpows that day and i was glad to see all my cousins around after such a long year, eventhough 2 were missing due to work in overseas. Anyhow, this year's new year was further blessed by a new member of the family, Eden Leong, my 3rd uncles's son. Welcome to the Leong family, Eden !! As for my grandma and grandpa, all smiles on their face, delighted by the presence of the adorable Eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with much joy and laughter especially with cousin ben around. Man, this cousin of mine is really hilarious. Being the youngest among the boys, he is always there to entertain us .... umm i mean he is always there for us to be bullied ... lolz !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/ben5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cousin ben acting what he is told to act - superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/Img_5394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Spiderman, Spiderman, Does whatever a spider can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Spins a web, any size, Catches thieves just like flies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look Out! Here comes the Spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/ben1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ultraman ... wee ~~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/ben2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my name is ben, BEN KONG !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/ben4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; lolz .. he actually did this for 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_4856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;family photo (2004) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least, i wish everyone out there a happy chinese new year and gong xi fa chai !! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990687-113887925609150363?l=worm-bin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/113887925609150363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990687&amp;postID=113887925609150363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/113887925609150363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/113887925609150363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990687.post-113853440671023257</id><published>2006-01-29T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T16:06:43.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 bullshit about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN: 15px; COLOR: #1a0a13; PADDING-TOP: 8px; FONT-FAMILY: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cfcf95"&gt;&lt;h2 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 110%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Wenbin&amp;gender=m"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Wenbin!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The opposite sides of wenbin always add up to seven.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wenbin has 118 ridges around the edge!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grapes explode if you put them inside wenbin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wenbin can not regurgitate!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wenbin cannot swim.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wenbin was declared extinct in 1902!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When wenbin is swallowed, he will enter the blood stream within twenty minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are more than two hundred different kinds of wenbin!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fingerprints of wenbin are virtually indistinguishable from those of humans, so much so that they could be confused at a crime scene!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Aztec Indians of Mexico believed wenbin would protect them from physical harm, and so warriors used him to decorate their battle shields.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #cfcf95; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #5f5f42; TEXT-ALIGN: center" action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" Wenbin was declared extinct in 1902! " .... who the fark am i ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990687-113853440671023257?l=worm-bin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/113853440671023257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990687&amp;postID=113853440671023257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/113853440671023257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/113853440671023257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/2006/01/top-10-bullshit-about-me.html' title='Top 10 bullshit about me'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990687.post-113845831758348239</id><published>2006-01-28T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T00:50:37.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weird Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;" wenbin..i tagged u..go see my blog and u'll know what to do "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH ?? u tagged me ? u put a price tag on me ? i've been wondering for days what jolene was trying to say until i found out this game in her blog.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules/procedures are as follows:The first player of this game starts with the topic "five weird habits of yourself," and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don't forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says "You are tagged" (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it goes : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) I have a habit of shouting ' woi ' whenever someone disturbs me. kwo kuang knows this best !!&lt;br /&gt;2) I have a habit of pinching back ppl's nipples when they pinch mine, even in front of girls.&lt;br /&gt;3) I have to sleep on my parents bed for 10 mins every night before i bathe.&lt;br /&gt;4) I wll try to shit everytime before i go for football. A stomach upset during a game aint that nice.&lt;br /&gt;5) I have to order sweet and sour pork each time i buy economical rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. sulin&lt;br /&gt;2. melanie&lt;br /&gt;3. chunglern&lt;br /&gt;4. melissa&lt;br /&gt;5. amni&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990687-113845831758348239?l=worm-bin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/113845831758348239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990687&amp;postID=113845831758348239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/113845831758348239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/113845831758348239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-weird-habits.html' title='My Weird Habits'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990687.post-113790433441837822</id><published>2006-01-22T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:08:25.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2006 !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The day started off with us (david, me, tc and jh) heading downtown to KL by KTM around noon to meet up with zen and the rest. Initially, we planned to countdown in Bintang Walk, but somehow or rather, we ended up in times square for dinner and back to the apartment for the countdown. Zen's dad was really nice for getting us an apartment for our newyear party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_8449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Walking towards the monorail station. Heading down BB.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_8466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Had our tea in Lot 10 foodcourt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_8477.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;reaching Times Square ..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_8490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Decided to have dinner in a &lt;em&gt;customerless &lt;/em&gt;Pizza Uno.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_8487.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Deciding what to eat ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_8497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;most satisfying dish of the night - Lasagna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_8511.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;our 2nd round dinner in secret recipe ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_8515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a group pic of us before we left Times Square&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_8518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;took a monorail back to the hotel apartment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/tc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;tengchoon, u suCk ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_8523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the party begins ..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_8531.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the rules are simple - loser drinks !! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_8540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;zen, as usual, our favourite target !! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_8556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;moments later ......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_8562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fireworks !! Welcome the Year of 2006 !! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/400/IMG_8566.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the 1st official picture we took in 2006 ! frenz forever ~~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Happy new year too all !! This year's new year was probably the best i had in my life. Never thought that staying overnight in KL for countdown with a bunch of monekys was so much of a fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990687-113790433441837822?l=worm-bin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/113790433441837822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990687&amp;postID=113790433441837822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/113790433441837822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/113790433441837822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-2006.html' title='Happy 2006 !!'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990687.post-113724625590070059</id><published>2006-01-14T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T15:32:59.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron Trip</title><content type='html'>After 1 month of abandoning my blog, i finally make a return to my blog. Sorry for the super late updates, for u know i'm a damn-shit-blardy-lazy guy who has time to futsal/dota/yamcha but no time for blogging right ? hehe, anyways i'll start with my cameron trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Dec 14, my secondary school mates and i (zen, tC, huini, JJ, puimun, GS, me, lee brothers, jh &amp; CS) headed to cameron highlands. Though people might think that cameron is a boring place, but HEY, HELL NO! We had much fun there especially the part where we got zen drunk, and had himself video recorded in ali's camera. He insisted that he was not drunk that night until he was shown the video of him being unable to walk in a straight line. Tengchoon, the other victim of the night also was caught in video for saying ' I'm cool .... i'm cool ' for like 30 times that night !! Poor boy ... only a bottle of heineken, he had already gone high ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, this is the first time i really tasted alcohol besides the few sips of wine i had taken in the past. Wenbin, you finally have the balls to try alcohol, WELL DONE !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introducing the gang :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/1600/IMG_6962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_6962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From left : jiajun, chunglern, guansiang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/1600/IMG_6948.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_6948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; back from left : CS, me, jiajun / front from left : jiunhaw, puimun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/1600/IMG_6960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_6960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from left : huini, zen, tengchoon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upon arrival .......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7036.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;our apartment &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7029.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;guansiang can't wait to open his snacks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7030.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;they call it ' ai qing guo ' a.k.a ' love fruit ', apparently your love life will flourish after eating it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7050.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; had steamboat for dinner &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7106.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;drinking session begins ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7110.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; CS teaching us his drinking card game&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the fun begins ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;1st victim of the night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;before ..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and after.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2 .....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; repeating last night's event&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Butterfly farm &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bee farm &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cameron's pasar malam food is awesome. They look cute aren't they&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bought some pop-pop in the night market lolz !! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All dead tired that night &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;including me ......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final Day .....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; One should never miss this place in cameron, tea farm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/IMG_7424.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On the way home ... we passed by lata kinjang waterfalls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4437/1990/320/cameron5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;our last group pic of the trip &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We reached home about 10pm that night. Though i was dead tired, i did enjoyed the trip very much !! Thank you guys ~~ and thank you chunglern for the wonderful trip !! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990687-113724625590070059?l=worm-bin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/113724625590070059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990687&amp;postID=113724625590070059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/113724625590070059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/113724625590070059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/2006/01/cameron-trip.html' title='Cameron Trip'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990687.post-113498960954701075</id><published>2005-12-19T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:17:31.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening ceremony</title><content type='html'>Woot ~~ this should be my first official post after setting up my own blog. Though i've been 'planning' to have one for ages but shit happens with all the procrastination, laziness and no-mood-to-blog habits i have, the plan didn't work out. Until one day ...... a friend of mine introduced me to kennysia's blog, i was completely inspired by his blogging creativity especially when comes to editing pictures and creating jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then and then, i started my blogdrive account 'semangatly', somewhere around november. Didn't know it was such a pain in the eyes the moment i opened the page on html codes. I was like WTF ? WAT KITAB KUNGFU IS THIS ? All this while, i thought blogging was just like clicking here and there choosing the layouts and you're off to post anything you wish. Man, i was wrong ! Finally with the help of Esther and Jolene, i managed to understand a tinybit of this god-knows-what hmtl thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i know i'm stupid but at least i know what is it now. And so, i started developing my page. Guess what ? shit happens again ... i was having all sorts of error in my page and i finally gave up on it. I spent days and days on it (only 10 min a day actually) and i still couldn't find out whats wrong with it. Ok, thats it ! i'm packing my bags and off i went to Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week after the trip, i fell sick and i was stuck at home, which is today. I woke up quite early though, have been coughing my lungs out all night. I tell u .... my phlegm is so bad that it looks like the mixture of kaya + peanut butter + jam, the worst substance you can ever imagine. I wish i can throw that at my management teacher for giving me a PASS. Eweeee ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to the topic. I woke up and went straight to my comp to on my msn. And the first message i got from my cousin, kimberly, is about her crying when she read my other cousin, melissa's blog. I was like WTH ? Since when my cousins have blogs. Since when my cousins are so technologically advance? I checked out her blog and, to my surprise, her blog far exceeded my expectation. It was awesome, with the layouts and stuff. Kim's blog was not bad too, just abit colourful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather, i was remotivated and have the urge to blog again and after all i'll be stuck at home the whole day. Since i was stuck with blogdrive, I decided to use blogspot instead, as it is easier for dumbasses like ME ! I was kinda excited at first until i reach that blardy Kitab KUNGFU part again. It was so damn annoying doing those html thingy but since i started it, i was determined to come up with something bfore the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of my 2 cousins i finally got myself a simple blog and made this post right away. Well, this is just a brief history on how i started blogging and i hope it's not too long winded and boring. Anyways, thanks jolene, esther, kim and mel for the help !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990687-113498960954701075?l=worm-bin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/feeds/113498960954701075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990687&amp;postID=113498960954701075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/113498960954701075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990687/posts/default/113498960954701075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worm-bin.blogspot.com/2005/12/opening-ceremony.html' title='Opening ceremony'/><author><name>wenbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18081463662131281684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/wenbin86/bin-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
