<?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-20389005</id><updated>2012-01-09T21:28:37.117+08:00</updated><category term='Travelling'/><category term='Sharing and Compassion'/><category term='As a doctor'/><category term='Through my eyes'/><category term='Amigo'/><category term='Talking to myself'/><category term='Yummy yum yum'/><category term='Medical school'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Buddhism'/><category term='India'/><category term='Fun stuff'/><category term='Randomly random'/><category term='Let&apos;s celebrate'/><title type='text'>Words of Silence</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-387443741528557649</id><published>2011-09-08T09:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:57:41.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>India and Peace?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSLhKP8G8jb1Pur18X0wbXJoB1DI_Qkbs7BTW0glpAb5_ddr4PR" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSLhKP8G8jb1Pur18X0wbXJoB1DI_Qkbs7BTW0glpAb5_ddr4PR" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A terrorist bombing.&lt;br /&gt;A 4.2 quake.&lt;br /&gt;Both happened in Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;On the same day.&lt;br /&gt;7 September 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all my friends and their family are safe in Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;And also hope that nothing shall hinder my trip to North.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Please say a prayer for India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-387443741528557649?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/387443741528557649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=387443741528557649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/387443741528557649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/387443741528557649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2011/09/india-and-peace.html' title='India and Peace?'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-408122214229600325</id><published>2011-09-04T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T18:40:28.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>Finally (almost)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Despite being in India for 5 years, I have yet to visit Taj Mahal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In fact, when I was awarded my scholarship to pursue medicine in India, I had doubts. I was reluctant because in my opinion, India is overcrowded, dirty, smelly, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEvoS1hmxc/TJcfL1bZ8PI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Bgpbk5v5-uU/s1600/overcrowded_indian_train.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEvoS1hmxc/TJcfL1bZ8PI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Bgpbk5v5-uU/s400/overcrowded_indian_train.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I still remember I was sitting in the lecture hall in Kedah Matriculation College. I was not in the mood to attend lecture (such an &lt;i&gt;emo &lt;/i&gt;teenager back then). When the lecturer started the class, her desktop wallpaper showed up on the projector screen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It was a&amp;nbsp;magnificent&amp;nbsp;picture of Taj Mahal which left me in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Immediately I shook my friend who was sitting next to me and told her, "That's it! I am going to India. Because I want to go to Taj Mahal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That was how I made up my mind to study in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am almost done with my degree here, I still haven't set foot at one of the wonders of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But I'm on my way. Currently in the planning phase.&amp;nbsp;Hopefully my dreams come true next month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-408122214229600325?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/408122214229600325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=408122214229600325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/408122214229600325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/408122214229600325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2011/09/finally-almost.html' title='Finally (almost)'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEvoS1hmxc/TJcfL1bZ8PI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Bgpbk5v5-uU/s72-c/overcrowded_indian_train.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-6738404729003786535</id><published>2011-08-19T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T02:55:47.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As a doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through my eyes'/><title type='text'>"My hobby is to become a doctor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mansi was visiting her grand-uncle in the private ward when she decided to popped her head in front of me and watched me complete some documentation. I smiled at her and continued my work as I was running out of time to complete the many things&amp;nbsp;unaccomplished. She was watching me for some 10 minutes and finally decided to talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"What's your name?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"3R1N, and yours?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Mansi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Are you from China?"&lt;br /&gt;*laugh* &lt;br /&gt;"Err, my grandparents were."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Who are you visiting?"&lt;br /&gt;"My...erm...grandmother's...erm....brother."&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's too complicated for her to relate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"So do you want to become a doctor?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She nodded eagerly with a big smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Is that why you are so interested in what I am doing right now?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! My hobby is to become a doctor." *Full of confidence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;WOW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"You mean, your ambition?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She blushed. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"How old are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"I'm 12years old. I go to i-cant-remember-what-she-said School."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you read what I'm writing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"No. But you write very fast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm, well, I have to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does your hand hurt writing so fast?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not really. I'm used to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what doctor do you want to be next time?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Since she is so ambitious and confident, I thought she might already have a speciality in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"I want to be like you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*pause* "HAHAHAHAHAHA!*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I just got to know her, or rather, we just spoke for 5 minutes, and I wasn't even attending to a patient, I was doing paperwork. Which part of that impressed her? I am just an intern. I am not one of those consultants who walked with aura and a flock of postgraduates,house surgeons, nurses and students scrambling behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For a kid like her to be inspired to become a doctor, I pictured a scene like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doctor swings his&amp;nbsp;stethoscope around his neck, rushes in behind the curtains, performs CPR frantically, shouts "CLEAR" and then pushes a pair of iron-like-thingy into the patient's chest and made the almost lifeless fella bounce 2 feet high, and finally the flat line on the monitor shows some spikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This was what we used to see in the Hong Kong soap operas before House MD and Grey's Anatomy era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"So, do you know that besides this ward, there are other wards on the other side of the hospital, which is the free ward, where the poor patients are admitted because they can't afford the medications and surgeries?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"So, next time when you become a doctor, will you attend to them? The free ward is not beautiful like this one is. It is very crowded and pretty uncomfortable to be at. They are not educated like us. But they are ill too. Will you treat them like treating everyone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." No hesitation at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She's a sweet girl. I hope when she grows up and successfully becomes what she wants to be, she will not forget what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed chatting with her. I asked if she will come again tomorrow and at what time. She ran off into the room and came out as I was leaving to tell me that she will be here around 5 to 5.30pm. She was still walking with me all the way down the corridor until I exit the door. But I told her I may or may not be here at that particular time. She says ok.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanted to exchange emails with her. Unfortunately she doesn't have one. She only has her father's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She made my day. Not because she wants to "be like me", but talking to her lighten up my mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after I left the private ward and went to the free ward, I had a bad time with my blur, bossy, annoying, problematic superior. It really irritates me when someone gives you&amp;nbsp;instructions&amp;nbsp;when she herself is confused about what she wants to do. I tried so hard not to explode and kept reminding myself to not let this ruin my happiness. Sniffed back the escaping aqueous, I finished my work and called it a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-6738404729003786535?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/6738404729003786535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=6738404729003786535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/6738404729003786535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/6738404729003786535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-hobby-is-to-become-doctor.html' title='&quot;My hobby is to become a doctor&quot;'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-7096339549877955018</id><published>2011-08-13T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T02:15:46.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As a doctor'/><title type='text'>Sandwiched</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am sandwiched between two groups of human being.&lt;br /&gt;The educated, well-dressed professionals. &lt;br /&gt;And the illiterate, shabbily-clothed patients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The former is arrogant, has poor leadership, yet likes to shout and order people around, equates anger to awesomeness and frustration to greatness, and whines all day long wondering why does his or her life suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The latter is humble, polite, patient, soft-spoken, does not know much but definitely will not act smart, and most importantly, poor but is generous enough to spare you a smile. Definitely contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/funnypics/images/d/dog_sandwich-12467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/funnypics/images/d/dog_sandwich-12467.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Keeping the sandwich in perfect shape is important to keep the system running.&lt;br /&gt;Hope this helps me level up my EQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-7096339549877955018?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/7096339549877955018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=7096339549877955018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/7096339549877955018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/7096339549877955018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2011/08/sandwiched.html' title='Sandwiched'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-3851703911027937664</id><published>2011-08-06T01:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:14:35.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As a doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through my eyes'/><title type='text'>What keeps me going...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Was feeling very frustrated after my 24-hour labour duty the day before followed by long hours of standing and going round and round the ward, depressed because I didn't have time to have breakfast, looking forward to finish everything off and leave the hospital, when my boss (whom everyone fear) decided to ask me attend to her private patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started my duty as a part-time unpaid hospital tour guide and provided the best VIP service. Service and destination includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Escorted the patient to the Ultrasonography Room. Lined them up. Waited for their turn. Told them when they asked why do they have to wait so long. Waited while she got her transabdominal ultrasound done. Waited while the consultant explained to them about the scan result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Thank god my boss was kind enough to let me go have my luch first. Actually she just let me off because she wants the patient to go have their lunch before the following procedure, that's how I got my chance off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Met the patient at a time and place we agreed on before parting. Waited because they came late. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But they got apologize lah. no big deal. anyway by that time i already had my lunch and felt a little better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;4. Escorted the patient to do PPTCT Counselling. Waited for the person-in-charge to come.Waited for her to do the counselling. Waited while they do a simple test. Waited for the next 15 minutes for the result.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; 5. Escorted them to the lab. Explained to them why blood and urine test are needed because their question was: Didn't we get a scan done already. Why still need to test some more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Felt like telling them, if you have doubts with what is to be done in the hospital, then dont come lah. Deliver at home. No need go through all the waiting and scanning and blood testing etc.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Nope, of course I didn't say that. I'm not that kind of doctor. Come on!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showed them where to make payment. Waited while she get her blood sample taken. Waited when she waited for her bladder to be filled up enough to evacuate them into her urine bottle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;6. Escorted them to the labour room. Found her a bed for her to lie down. Informed the doctors on duty about this VIP patient of my boss. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ctually, it is easy to get things done when you mention my boss' name. They did not procrastinate for even a minute to carry out the instructions that my boss has given.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;They connected the wires to put her on Non Stress Test, and I answered to the patient's question "What is this for?" Well, this will detect your baby's heart rate, and contractions of your uterus, and all these will be shown on this graph which is getting printed, including how many times your baby moves when you press this button. After 10 minutes, she said : "Actually I don't really understand how this thing works." So again I explained. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honestly, I've never seen any doctors give such lengthy explanation to patients in this hospital. Maybe most of the time I'm exposed to free ward patients, who are illiterate and ignorant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;7. Waited while they wait to repeat Non Stress Test. It happened that the NST didn't turn out to be satisfactory as the fetal heart rate tracing was not really reassuring. So the doctors decided to do a second tracing. Trying to be positive, perhaps the baby is fast asleep. So they let the patient relax a bit, take a break, eat some biscuits, drink apple juice. But this definitely didn't do any good. The husband started asking why do they have to do a repeat test? Was there something wrong. They were getting anxious. And I definitely don't want to worry them more. Being a junior most doctor in the whole ward, I didn't want to say the wrong thing to them. So I ask the doctor to do the explanation. She gave them a not-for-layman explanation which I'm pretty sure did not help calm the patient down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Connected the phone to the operator and then to my boss. The husband got restless and wanted to talk to my boss. And boss' phone couldn't get through. So waited and dialed and waited and dialed. Finally, they spoke. My boss gave orders to the doctors on duty and they decided for admission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;9. Made sure the patient is comfortably admitted in her room, was about to bid goodbye. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I had waited for this moment since 12pm and it's now 6pm. Mind you I did not get to sit all these while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;And she asked, "Why do I have to be admitted? I am not due until 23 August." "OK, well you see, you are already 37 weeks 2 days. Infact, you may deliver anytime from now on because your baby is mature enough already. Like what my boss told you earlier, your baby appeared a little smaller on the scan. This could be due to your familial trait as both you and your husband are not very tall. &amp;nbsp;But they want to keep a closer watch on your baby and you to make sure everything goes fine. Don't worry." I can totally understand her anxiety and apprehension being a primi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not that I have any experience.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you be staying back here with me?" She looked at me with her big round eyes. Really, she has big round eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Oh, I'm so sorry. Actually I'm off duty and I am posted in another ward. If you have anything you can talk to those doctors just now. They are very nice. You don't have to worry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"But you are closest to me. You have been with me since just now. I feel comfortable with you. Will you come tomorrow?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"I'm sorry I can't promise you yet as I have to complete my duties in the other ward. If I will definitely drop by to see you okay? Rest well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thanked me, still looking a bit worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I told myself I will find time to drop in to see her tomorrow. I hope it is not inappropriate for me to do so as she is in the private ward and interns don't handle official work for private patients, which means I will be "illegally" visiting her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My job as the VIP tour guide is done. But I was happy as I left the hospital. Not because such a tedious and not-my-business duty is over. But because patient was grateful for what I've done for her and she made me feel important as a healthcare provider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't cursing my boss anymore for giving me extra tasks and making my life miserable. Instead, I'm glad that she gave me a chance to self-learn how to deal with patients, how to build up good rapport.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm also fortunate that the patients speak English and are pretty well-mannered. The husband got a little cranky after a long tiring wait in the hospital but he still spoke nicely. His pregnant wife must be even more tired than him and I. But I managed to communicate them without any language barriers or emotional outburst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple gesture of appreciation, is what keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-3851703911027937664?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/3851703911027937664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=3851703911027937664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/3851703911027937664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/3851703911027937664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-keeps-me-going.html' title='What keeps me going...'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-1733935705516940591</id><published>2011-07-29T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T14:34:24.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing and Compassion'/><title type='text'>*When Five Fell*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/pSrXMFcQ4dY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSrXMFcQ4dY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSrXMFcQ4dY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A short film directed by Wesley Chan from &lt;a href="http://wongfuproductions.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130;"&gt;Wong Fu Productions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally love the way he personifies the objects to portray the feelings and connections with a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-1733935705516940591?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/1733935705516940591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=1733935705516940591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/1733935705516940591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/1733935705516940591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-five-fell.html' title='*When Five Fell*'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-4302102492168329490</id><published>2011-07-20T02:31:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:10:39.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing and Compassion'/><title type='text'>《欒樹紅了》心灵讲座</title><content type='html'>谢丽华博士又写了新书，7月17日在静思书轩和大家分享这本书。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;早在1999年，小学班主任给我们推荐了《欢喜感恩》，作者正是谢丽华博士，书里头还附加静思语小卡。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如今，有机会亲自出席她的讲座，心中非常欢喜，也特别地期待。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://radio.newdaai.tv/newdaai_radio_wp/radio02/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/1-019b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://radio.newdaai.tv/newdaai_radio_wp/radio02/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/1-019b.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;书名的第一个字 — 欒（栾），究竟怎么念？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;哦，原来该念成“luán”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dtiDyfn7DOM/TiXLd4vTF7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/-RCwIGgydUM/s1600/IMG_4179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dtiDyfn7DOM/TiXLd4vTF7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/-RCwIGgydUM/s400/IMG_4179.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“今天的我们与过去的我们息息相关。”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;谢丽华博士谈到了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;软十力&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;，应用在生活中，会有极大帮助。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;安静的能力&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~闭上眼睛聆听周遭的声音，聆听自己的心跳，有助于让六根清静。&lt;br /&gt;倘若在同一时间内，又是说话，又是东张西望，又是听唧唧喳喳的谈话，这些感官信号同时往我们的大脑冲击，导致头脑错乱而起杂念，包括贪、嗔、痴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;专注力&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~我们除了看周边得人事物，也不要忘了看看自己心中的烦恼。每一个烦恼，每一件事情，都有一个起因。&lt;br /&gt;当然， 也不要抱这负面的思想或不好的念头，因为这样我们自然而然会奖一连串不相关的事情接连起来，然后编出一堆乱七八糟的理由，让自己觉得很倒霉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;感动的能力&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~容易被感动的人，就会感恩，也会快乐。把自己缩小，周围的事情或事物，就算是小小一件，也会看起来很美好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我很富有， 因为我没有奢求，没有想要买那些买不起的东西。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;欣赏的能力&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~不要被成果或成绩影响我们对人或事物的判断。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;学习看别人的好，看别人的优点，看他们努力中诚心地付出，再把它稍微放大，就算结果不怎么特出，也应该为他们的那分心意鼓掌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;联想力&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ 把别人的美好，转化为自己的最好。&lt;br /&gt;LOGIC will take you from A to B;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;IMAGINATION will take you anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;整合与分析能力&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ 整合“事”—能把诸多的好集合，也能去芜存菁。&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;整合“人”—合心协力，增加的不只是人力，还有人气和心力。&lt;br /&gt;~许多事情，不一定要照着原始或最普遍的做法去做。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; 就如断臂钢琴师刘伟说的：“没有人规定钢琴要用手弹。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;处理问题与情绪的能力&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~套证严上人的一句话：面对它、处理它、放下它。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; 我们要往前走，不要一直往后看，不然走路回跌倒哦。&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~把坚强变柔软，就不会软弱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;人际能力&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;~除了脸带笑容，我们得学一学说话的艺术、沟通的技巧、声音的大小，更重要的是，聆听的能力。&lt;br /&gt;~话，不能随便说，而是要用心讲。&lt;br /&gt;~恋爱的人，之所以轻声细语，是因为他们的心靠得很进；&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;相骂的人，之所以高声喊叫，是因为他们的心离得很远。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;善解与包容力&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~你对，别人未必错。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; 我们须有一颗开放的心、真诚的心、祝福的心、警惕的心、同理心、平等心，才能活在知足、感恩及善解中。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~先让的人县赢，因为只有有能力的人才让得起。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;行动力&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;就算你懂很多，但是如果都没有做到，那业没什么了不起的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8S1s5qQkIp4/TiXLnLfnhHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xvPo0D3HklA/s1600/IMG_4184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8S1s5qQkIp4/TiXLnLfnhHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xvPo0D3HklA/s400/IMG_4184.JPG" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;听完讲座，受益不浅，满心欢喜啊！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/20389005-4302102492168329490?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/4302102492168329490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=4302102492168329490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/4302102492168329490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/4302102492168329490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_20.html' title='《欒樹紅了》心灵讲座'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dtiDyfn7DOM/TiXLd4vTF7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/-RCwIGgydUM/s72-c/IMG_4179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-3098100437551600079</id><published>2011-07-17T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:07:02.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through my eyes'/><title type='text'>白云·蓝天</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smcassam.gov.in/Health-Care-CDAC-Kol-gksaha-v2.0/cretinism.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.smcassam.gov.in/Health-Care-CDAC-Kol-gksaha-v2.0/cretinism.gif" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A father carried his son into the OPD. Anyone who sees the little boy will pause to take a second look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, by the look itself, he did not look like any other toddler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He looked like he is 2 years old, but when I saw his details on the card, he is actually 5. His name is K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He has the stature of a 2-year-old, with a large, protruding tongue being the most distinct feature, and a blank look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dr RB, my consultant paediatrician, exchanged looks with us. We knew, she had the diagnosis in her head. K's parents gave us a detailed history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K is their 4th child among 4 other healthy children. He seemed alright when he was born but after 2 months, his parents noticed that their son was not taking feeds well. He did not seem to be able to swallow the milk fed to him, and often end up chocked. Along with that, they had noticed his tongue getting bigger, which later protruded out from the mouth. Tooth eruption is also delayed. Till today, he is fed with only semi-solids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;They were also worried as their son passes motion once in 1-1.5 weeks besides sleeping excessively. Besides, K's milestones are delayed. Since the age of 2, he was only able to walk with support. He coos and smiles when he is happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;K's hair was sparse, and his skin was cold and dry. Anterior fontanelle was kinda soft. He has a short neck, &amp;nbsp;supraclavicular deposition of fat, protruding abdomen, short limbs and stubby fingers. Slow pulse rate was recorded. Sluggishness and decreased muscle tone were also observed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Thyroid function test revealed that T4 level was only 0.1 mcg/dL (normal range 4-12) and TSH level which should range between 0.3-3.0 mIU/L was above hundred! So, it &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;primary hypothyroidism and most likely a congenital one (though mother's antenatal history did not suggest anything).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;On the X-ray, epiphysis of long bones were barely visible, most carpal bones were not osssified, suggestive of bone age of 1 year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;K was started on Levothyroxine and was told to come back for monthly follow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It is sad to say that K has been brought for treatment pretty late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;His parents are illiterate and live in a village pretty far from a town, explaining their ignorance about the child's special condition and their visits to a so-called local doctor who gave K oral medication to reduce the tongue enlargement. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;WTH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;However, I noticed something more than their ignorance. K's parents, especially his father, are very concerned and protective over his son. Being poor and uneducated, working as a manual labourer doesn't stop him from giving his unconditional love for his special child. I saw him changing K's&amp;nbsp;diaper one day, and I would say he is definitely gentle and skillful at it. I must have judged him wrongly when he spoke to us a little rudely in Kannada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;K is unique and adorable, not because of his congenital condition, but for who he is. I felt so sorry for him when we had to prick him to collect blood sample. He was apprehensive with strangers around him, but we failed to reassure him probably because he couldn't comprehend. He was scared and cried. His cry was weak and coarse, there were no tears, but it hurts to see the fear and sadness in his eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;K enjoyed banging the railing of the bed against the frame while he was cruising along the bed. He chuckled at the loud sound produced and looked at us, as if he was telling us ''It's fun, you wanna try?'' Even the consultants paused to look and smile at him during the bedside discussion. No one tried to stop him. No one could resist the innocent smile on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I think K does learn things his own way. Someone gave him a phone to play with, he brought it to his ears and started ''talking'' on the phone, smiling all the way. He must have observed the adults doing it. I gave him a keychain with a tiny bear dangling from it and I swing it in front of him. Then he took it from me, swing it also, looked at me and smiled. Later, he went faster and faster, the bear went round and round like riding on a carousel on turbo, &amp;nbsp;and K got even more happy and excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;However, K did not like measuring tape. I was trying to take record his anthropometry and he got irritated, pulling the tape away from him.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Sorry,boy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;No matter what, he is still an angel to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he will improve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-6109928317591000980?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/6109928317591000980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=6109928317591000980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/6109928317591000980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/6109928317591000980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2011/07/cretinism.html' title='Cretinism'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-1537580200001418885</id><published>2011-06-13T04:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T02:51:17.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As a doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through my eyes'/><title type='text'>barefoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.guim.co.uk/Guardian/world/gallery/2008/sep/24/1/GD8949534@Two-barefoot-children-9787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/Guardian/world/gallery/2008/sep/24/1/GD8949534@Two-barefoot-children-9787.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A father brought 2 daughters to the Paediatric Department.&lt;br /&gt;One of the girsl was wearing her school uniform which looks like it has not been washed for years. Crumpled, faded, and dirty.Her yonger sister, who is thalassemic, was also wearing a dress in the similar filthy condition.The first thing that came to my mind was, they must be really poor. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;However, when I spoke to the father, he appeared to be decently dressed from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;I took a second look at his daughters. It's obvious that their hygiene, cleanliness are simply neglected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Since the younger child's haemoglobin is only 3.5 gm%, she needed to be admitted for blood transfusion.&lt;br /&gt;As they were leaving the OPD, I noticed both the girls are not having any shoes on!!&lt;br /&gt;My goodness! How can a father let her daughters walk around in this rainy season without any shoes or slippers on when he himself has a comfortable pair of protection??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Selfish parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-1537580200001418885?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/1537580200001418885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=1537580200001418885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/1537580200001418885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/1537580200001418885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2011/06/barefooted.html' title='barefoot'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-8879290392781586591</id><published>2011-05-05T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:42:13.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As a doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through my eyes'/><title type='text'>Deliberate Ignorance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Another month of Rural Posting under Department of Community Medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I've chosen Primary Health Centre in Handignur, an agricultural village 20 km away from Belgaum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working there for 3 days, I'm not sure whether to be surprised or not, to realise that those who are in charge of seeing the patients are prescribing medicines rather inadvertently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We had more than 100 patients in the OPD today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The pharmacist came to help as well. And she saw patient faster than I did.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not impressed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Why? Not because of my language barrier I see patient slower.&lt;br /&gt;Because before the patients could finish telling their complaints, she already threw the medications in front of them with instructions given faster than a bullet train, and called for the next patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Any old patients with bodyache, joint pain, Tab. Diclofenac BD.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with pain abdomen, Tab. Dicyclomine.&lt;br /&gt;One patient had a right sided abdominal pain. Before i could ask more, she threw (YES, she threw) the drugs in front of him and sent him off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I couldn't even call him back because the whole OPD is congested. Patients kept pouring in. And they don't sit down and wait. They crowd around you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I couldn't even get up from my seat. They just pushed their way through and pressed their OPD slips right in front of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I can totally understand that these villagers are illiterate, uneducated, ignorant, and sometimes stubborn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;They come demanding for injections for every single complaint, right from fever to flu to bodyache to cuts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Most of the times, these injections are not required at all. Instead of explaining to them patiently about their illness, the suitable treatment given and why they do not require injection, those who are working in the OPD just give them an injection, simply a Diclofenac IM, or Cyanocobalamine IM, just to shut them up and send them away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, i know. They are uneducated. They will never understand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;They think that injection is the miracle treatment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But if no one ever explain to them, sensitize them, remind them, make them understand, obviously they will never know. It is not something which can be achieved in just one day. It is a long process.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But nobody ever seem to make an attempt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Blame it on the montly rotation?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Interns work for one month and the following month next batch of intern comes. New faces every month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Patients try asking for injections again, and also tell you that the previous doctors used to give them injections.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To save the trouble from spending 10 minutes explaining to them, most people choose to ask them to lie down, expose their butts, load the syringe and poke! Easy! Takes hardly 60 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Even the Boss adopts this approach. He is the only person who has been permanently working at this place. Patients know him, and they trust him. He says "Give injection", what can you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fine. Injections. With safety precautions, risks of infection can be avoided. The drugs given does less harm than advantage to the patients. They are vitamin deficient anyway. It eases their pain, and also acts as a placebo. I shall say nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What about prescribing antibiotics for only 3 days? Reason being, these people won't bother continuing taking their medications after they get slightly better. So why waste medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, the instruction given is : NOT MORE THAN 6 TABLETS OR CAPSULES SHOULD BE GIVEN.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Instead of Amoxicillin 500mg TID for 5 days, BD 3 days is given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well, if patient is not compliant, we can't help it. But at least i think we could have tried explaining to them to create the awareness of completing full course antibiotic.&lt;br /&gt;But when the doctor/pharmacist is the one who prescribe an incomplete course, it is a whole different story. We are the one responsible for causing the emerging and worsening of drug resistance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/multimedia/dynamic/00595/worldhealth2011_9dc_595329s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.independent.co.uk/multimedia/dynamic/00595/worldhealth2011_9dc_595329s.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I really thank my post graduate who have guided me while i was posted in Khasbag Urban Health Centre last month. She is one doctor whom i look up to. She warned me about Antimicrobial Resistance, which is the theme of 2011 World Health Day. She is one doctor that i see talking to the patients very patiently, telling them every detail of their illness in the simplest way they can understand. She never raises her voice at patients. She definitely makes a good Community Medicine doctor. And I think a good doctor should have these basic qualities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;How i wish i could speak the local language better, so that i can speak to them better.&lt;br /&gt;Though i can manage with my broken Kannada and Hindi, majority of the villagers in Handignur speaks Marathi, as it is close to the Maharasthra border. I need to pick up another language in a short time to make myself useful for this one month. Wonder if it is even possible. But I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professor of mine once said, "You don't need to be such a hero, to try save the lives of a hundred people and hurry through all of them, but neglected most of them. All you have to do is give your full attention to that one single patient you are attending to at a time, give him the best you can. That is suffiecient."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-8879290392781586591?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/8879290392781586591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=8879290392781586591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/8879290392781586591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/8879290392781586591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2011/05/deliberate-ignorance.html' title='Deliberate Ignorance'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-2186098148918918075</id><published>2011-05-05T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:42:13.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As a doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through my eyes'/><title type='text'>Negligence</title><content type='html'>Was posted to Under Five Clinic. &lt;br/&gt; My job is to weigh the kids, measure their heights, plot their growth charts, ask about their diet, schedule them for immunization, ask their parents if their child is ill. &lt;br/&gt; Easy job. Stress free. &lt;br/&gt; Senior doctors are also there, to manage more complicated cases, which is however, hardly any. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; The first child of the day came. 14-month-old. I weighed him and checked his records. His weight has been been same in his last 4 visits (months). 9kg. &lt;br/&gt; I thought, something must be wrong with the bathroom weighing scale. I set it to zero and weighed again. Same. I put him on the infant weighing scale instead. It showed 8.5 kg. &lt;br/&gt; Whether is it 8.5 or 9, he is definitely underweight. He should be weighing at least 11 or 12 kg. On top of that, his growth curve on the chart has been plateauing since the past 4 months. This is the earliest sign of malnutrition. &lt;br/&gt; I tried to ask the mother about the childs diet, eating pattern, so that I could advice further. I was attempting with my super broken kannada. She couldn't understand me. I tried my hindi, she knows only kannada. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Feeling useless, I seek help from the community medicine postgraduate, who was posted together with me. He looked at the chart, and said, "It's ok. Nothing serious." And he sent both of them off and continue reading his newspaper. &lt;br/&gt; I told him again, "Sir, his weight has not been increasing for 4 months.". &lt;br/&gt; He got a little irritated, "Ya ya, it's ok." &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I could do nothing. I was thinking to myself, 'Are you kidding me? What's the point of running an Under-5 Clinic, if you could detect malnutrition at the earliest but do nothing about it, just because you are to lazy to do the already very easy job. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; We know many of them are uneducated, or unaware about their children's growth adequacy, nutrition, hygiene, etc. To prevent severe malnutrition which are not treated in its early stage, we do primary prevention, i.e. Growth monitoring. Even health workers are trained to pick up this skill. It is anyway nothing difficult. This it's the main aim of Under-5 clinic, Anganwadis, to tackle this problem at the so-called 'grassroot level'. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; But when a qualified doctor, a soon-to-be community medicine specialist, who is sitting in a tertiary hospital, does not bother about spending a little extra time and effort to look into one child's nourishment, do you think others, especially those posted to the rural areas, won't have such similar attitude. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I feel bad for the parents who are willing to bring their children, monthly, for growth monitoring, but not only they are not told about the problem they will be facing, the doctors in whom they trust don't give a damn about them. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; How do they expect improvements in healthcare when the attitude of the healthcare provider is so disappointing? &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-2186098148918918075?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/2186098148918918075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=2186098148918918075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/2186098148918918075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/2186098148918918075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2011/05/negligence.html' title='Negligence'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-9046579711871001012</id><published>2011-03-17T02:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:44:09.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomly random'/><title type='text'>PINK150</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/TYEGfAG41nI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/G_lE5tOFNS4/IMAG0351.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/TYEGfAG41nI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/G_lE5tOFNS4/s400/IMAG0351.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bought my pink umbrella! It was tagged as rs249.. &lt;br/&gt; I didn't notice the '40% off' signboard... &lt;br/&gt; When I went to the cashier, it showed rs150 on the teller... &lt;br/&gt; Wow... I was extremely happy... first of all, I'm happy enough to find a pink umbrella, that too a soft pink and not electric pink... and to pay only rs150 for such a good quality umbrella with uv coating, it is definitely the best deal !! &lt;br/&gt; I shall call it 'PINK150'... &lt;br/&gt; PINK150, you made my day!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-9046579711871001012?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/9046579711871001012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=9046579711871001012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/9046579711871001012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/9046579711871001012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2011/03/pink150.html' title='PINK150'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/TYEGfAG41nI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/G_lE5tOFNS4/s72-c/IMAG0351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-3096731565810001277</id><published>2011-03-15T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:06:46.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing and Compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through my eyes'/><title type='text'>Dear Japan, hang in there!</title><content type='html'>The day after tsunami hit Japan, I was having breakfast in Eefa. Sitting at the table next to us were a man in his sixties and two other women. I did not pay much attention to them. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; While they were leaving the man approached us and said something which I couldn't hear properly. The first thing that came to my mind was, this man must be asking if we are from Thailand or Korea and what are we doing in Belgaum. (Incidence like this happens frequently ever since I set foot in India 4.5years back. It irritates me.) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So, I gave him this blank stare, which I myself know very well that it's rude. &lt;br/&gt; After a few seconds I realized that he was asking if we are Japanese, how are our relatives back home, and if they are badly affected. &lt;br/&gt; I was shocked. This old man actually cares and concerns about the Japanese after learning about the mishap from the news. We told him we are Malaysians.  And he expressed his sympathy for the tsunami victims. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I felt bad. I'm sorry to judge him. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; For the first time, I felt love and kindness, in India. Especially when everyone is busy celebrating the World Kannada Formation Day, flooding the town just to see Aishwarya Rai, blasting music at wee hours; when many who are involved in the medical field shows no empathy to patients but thinks only for themselves, blinded by success and luxury, when nobody gives a damn about others unless they need help, a thought like this really made me feel warmth. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I really wanted to thank him on behalf of the Japanese. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Even when the majority do not seem to care, a single soul who shows his concern and support is worth more than anything. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; For those who are struggling to survive, or those who are overcoming the grief of losing their loved ones and their homes, stay strong! Ganbatte!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-3096731565810001277?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/3096731565810001277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=3096731565810001277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/3096731565810001277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/3096731565810001277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-japan-hang-in-there.html' title='Dear Japan, hang in there!'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-1723629418570048569</id><published>2009-02-17T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:54:00.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomly random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigo'/><title type='text'>first post for 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;happy 2009...&lt;br /&gt;i know im a little late...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eggie has been complaining that im not udpating my blog...perhaps u miss me really much right eggie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m supposed to continue my post bout mungod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but doesnt matter..this is a special post by request from eggie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the phone call from indonesia... i got so excited lah... i know phone was lagging but i cant help shouting...haha...sorry... haha... feel so warm to hear ur voices...good old terrence sounded the same...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last theory paper was alright... i think im lucky enough coz things that i din have to revise were not asked.. .hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din really celebrate my birthday... frens came to my room at 9:30pm 15/2 (malaysian time 16/2 00:00) with cakes n sing song...blow candles...the usual custom that we do here...just casually had dinner with few friends... nth much to do here in belgaum also... but it was just a simple birthday... which is exactly what i want... n im satisfied   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the only thing tat doesnt quite make me happy is... i've aged... i'm getting older... 22 seems like a big number... hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright eggie i'l post after my exams lah k... be patient...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tara~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-1723629418570048569?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/1723629418570048569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=1723629418570048569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/1723629418570048569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/1723629418570048569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-post-for-2009.html' title='first post for 2009'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-3783538013300194508</id><published>2008-10-10T13:33:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:41:48.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddhism'/><title type='text'>The Hidden Heaven of the Tibetans - Mundgod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mundgod"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9p7cDlKCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yg_8vfWiI-E/s1600-h/mundgod+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9p7cDlKCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yg_8vfWiI-E/s200/mundgod+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255535760029067298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mundgod"&gt;Mundgod&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, also known as Mini Tibet, is located at the suburbs of Karnataka, with the most number of Tibetans out of all the Tibetan settlement all over the world. Looking at the outstretched lush greeneries on both the sides of the highway, one will not expect a small town to be hidden amongst the greens. There lives the Tibetans for the past 40 years in Doeguling Tibetan Refugee Settlement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been wanting to go to Mundgod since last year when I found out about this place from a mandarin speaking Tibetan monk who got admitted in the Surgery Ward. Finally, we made a trip there yesterday. 9 of us. It took 2 and a half hours to reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We first visited the newly built Drepung Loseling Monastery, which was inaugurated by His Holiness the Dalai Lama in January this year. My Tibetan friend invited me to attend the inauguration but too bad i went back to Malaysia. The monastery simply looks majestic, with red pillars and a very large shrine hall. There are statues of different god and goddess in the shrine hall, with Lord Buddha sitting in the middle. We offered white robes (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://buddhism.kalachakranet.org/symbols_tibet_buddhism.htm#khata"&gt;Khata offering&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;). The robe is then placed in front of a cardboard model of Dalai Lama on his throne. (I'm not sure if we are offering it to him or to Lord Buddha. But I guess as long as there's sincerity in the heart, what makes the difference?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9oxx0e_QI/AAAAAAAAAEw/P9uRmJXMDc0/s1600-h/mundgod+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9oxx0e_QI/AAAAAAAAAEw/P9uRmJXMDc0/s200/mundgod+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255534494561008898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9lNovn2hI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wrRsr_LFZ-E/s1600-h/mundgod+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9lNovn2hI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wrRsr_LFZ-E/s200/mundgod+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255530575114525202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-Ger6IuGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EnNqTyVK-Rc/s1600-h/mundgod+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-Ger6IuGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EnNqTyVK-Rc/s200/mundgod+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255567151905421410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9odBBGbxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WS12eYcbWsQ/s1600-h/mundgod+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9odBBGbxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WS12eYcbWsQ/s200/mundgod+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255534137863204626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9lNpOZffI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5iHIvHBplmk/s1600-h/mundgod+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9lNpOZffI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5iHIvHBplmk/s200/mundgod+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255530575243607538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-Gepi3R9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/3FaylSrzZKc/s1600-h/mundgod+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-Gepi3R9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/3FaylSrzZKc/s200/mundgod+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255567151270938578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-GefG5LvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BKEH3jFBPeE/s1600-h/mundgod+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-GefG5LvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BKEH3jFBPeE/s200/mundgod+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255567148469268210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-b4zCND-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/R4bfhA49ydk/s1600-h/mundgod+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-b4zCND-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/R4bfhA49ydk/s200/mundgod+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255590690239090658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-ORQCU4yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/r_KQanYArIE/s1600-h/mundgod+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-ORQCU4yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/r_KQanYArIE/s200/mundgod+132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255575717178303266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-OSKGYg-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Eptj0EJyVPE/s1600-h/mundgod+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-OSKGYg-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Eptj0EJyVPE/s200/mundgod+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255575732764574690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-OUKrx5DI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ef685rhvC8M/s1600-h/mundgod+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-OUKrx5DI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ef685rhvC8M/s200/mundgod+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255575767281165362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We then went for lunch in Lama Society Restaurant. They served Indian food. Was expecting Tibetan food, but my senior who came for the 4th time said they serve beef and we all don't eat beef. And so happen that the veg dumpling stall is closed. As all of us were hungry, we didn't really mind it. Everyone got excited to see chopsticks on the table. I guess, eventhough some of us don't know how to hold chopsticks properly, but seeing something like this just make us feel at home. And the menu is written in Tibetan Language. Cool huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-RmJI8CzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XPMbeMn57r0/s1600-h/IMG_2787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-RmJI8CzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XPMbeMn57r0/s200/IMG_2787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255579374639123250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9p6-9GPQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UPqn2V7FShM/s1600-h/mundgod+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9p6-9GPQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UPqn2V7FShM/s200/mundgod+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255535752217246978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9p7EvStuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DuNboX6OpRA/s1600-h/mundgod+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9p7EvStuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DuNboX6OpRA/s200/mundgod+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255535753769957090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There, we met a very helpful lama who could speak fluent mandarin. He came from Sichuan and has been here for almost a decade. He helped us order food and my senior started chatting with him. I was interested in their conversation, but I'm not sure if i could join them as I presume Tibetans are conservative and the females shouldn't talk too much. So i could only eavesdrop. Thanks to my senior for being extremely sociable and managed to make friend with anyone in just 1 minute. It turned out that this lama became our tour guide,  showed us 2 very important places, where a normal tourist wouldn't have a chance to visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After lunch we headed to Gaden Jangtse Theosam Norling Monastery. The sky looked extremely beautiful. The shrine hall and the statues looked almost similar to the previous monastery. Later I realized that in fact they are all similar. All monasteries have the symbolic thing on the roof -- 2 deers (i think) and a wheel. (I haven't had time to find out about this, sorry if i give wrong info)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9p8ORaabI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BfbCzVbsMGU/s1600-h/mundgod+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9p8ORaabI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BfbCzVbsMGU/s200/mundgod+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255535773508856242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9p73mrdYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/H6biee05alQ/s1600-h/mundgod+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9p73mrdYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/H6biee05alQ/s200/mundgod+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255535767424038274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-Ged1ysJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YMg2vt8ca68/s1600-h/mundgod+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-Ged1ysJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YMg2vt8ca68/s200/mundgod+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255567148129104018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-GecaX_YI/AAAAAAAAAFg/LQxx4-KO4G0/s1600-h/mundgod+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-GecaX_YI/AAAAAAAAAFg/LQxx4-KO4G0/s200/mundgod+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255567147745672578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The lama then took us to a house, which was where an old lama used to stay previously. This house is now frequent by many pilgrims. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.buddhistchannel.tv/index.php?id=42,7226,0,0,1,0"&gt;Why so? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is said that this lama is clinically declared dead but his mind is still in a meditative state. The surprising thing is there is no sign of decomposition until his meditative state has ceased, which was 3 weeks later. Samadhi is the word they used to describe it. They have now put him in a big wooden squarish box which i assume he is in a sitting position inside.We paid tribute to him and sat down in the house to listen to another English speaking lama tell us more about this lama and Mundgod. Didn't snap any pics here. I don't think we should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our 'tour guide' lama was still with us. My senior was again talking to him. I sat beside him to listen to what he says. He kept saying that his mandarin isn't so good. But i personally thinks that his mandarin is good. Good enough to convey his thoughts. It was just a casual talk but I gained a lot from it. And I would say it was my most pleasurable moment in this trip.Will write about it more in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-OUuzRzpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HrJuoX_9RnE/s1600-h/mundgod+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-OUuzRzpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HrJuoX_9RnE/s200/mundgod+142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255575776976293522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The last destination is Drepung Gomang Monastic University. There is also a big shrine hall, basically it is also like all other monastery. On the top floor is H.H. Dalai Lama's room and his conference room. We managed to enter and look around. Thanks to our 'tour guide' lama. We were told that there is a room for him in every monastery. For him to stay whenever he comes. (But so far, he has only been to Mundgod twice. Once in 1995 and once in 2008.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-KdLbfO0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/mc3tu_N69wI/s1600-h/mundgod+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-KdLbfO0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/mc3tu_N69wI/s200/mundgod+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255571524053580610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-KdPwPIcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_Sthg-Gncdw/s1600-h/mundgod+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-KdPwPIcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_Sthg-Gncdw/s200/mundgod+166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255571525214347714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-KdP48ZVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9xylsVWzq44/s1600-h/mundgod+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-KdP48ZVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9xylsVWzq44/s200/mundgod+163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255571525250868562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This trip wasn't anything exciting or adventurous. It was simply pleasant. Just pleasant. Being there makes you feel calm, no burden, no troubles. The streets are not busy,no litter, no paan, no spitted sputum lying aroun like what we get in Belgaum. There are not many vehicles. You will only see many monks dressed in their traditional maroon-coloured robes on the streets, whether young or old. Perhaps another factor is the faces. Majority are tibetans. We all look-alike. So we don't feel like we are in a foreign place at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-RmceQIdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iZTZSa-aUR0/s1600-h/IMG_2830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO-RmceQIdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iZTZSa-aUR0/s200/IMG_2830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255579379828793810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9mGJon8yI/AAAAAAAAAEY/csPVPNFGsM4/s1600-h/mundgod+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9mGJon8yI/AAAAAAAAAEY/csPVPNFGsM4/s200/mundgod+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255531546016215842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll definitely go back again. I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-3783538013300194508?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/3783538013300194508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=3783538013300194508' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/3783538013300194508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/3783538013300194508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/10/hidden-heaven-of-tibetans-mundgod.html' title='The Hidden Heaven of the Tibetans - Mundgod'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SO9p7cDlKCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yg_8vfWiI-E/s72-c/mundgod+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-3890722741294128186</id><published>2008-10-06T09:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:36:59.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s celebrate'/><title type='text'>Hari Raya Open House - part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOlwfwxn2lI/AAAAAAAAADY/KsewIRCoipo/s1600-h/hari+raya+open+house+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOlwfwxn2lI/AAAAAAAAADY/KsewIRCoipo/s200/hari+raya+open+house+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253854131275684434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shabbi, priyanka and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOlwf5R5cGI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwo4M7_Ek9o/s1600-h/hari+raya+open+house+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOlwf5R5cGI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwo4M7_Ek9o/s200/hari+raya+open+house+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253854133558538338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;prisy and priyanka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOlwgDiQFJI/AAAAAAAAADo/1PK9cvc0vfY/s1600-h/hari+raya+open+house+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOlwgDiQFJI/AAAAAAAAADo/1PK9cvc0vfY/s200/hari+raya+open+house+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253854136311485586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;abhishek bachan lookalike and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOlugj5_mJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kK5kp_-Pm9o/s1600-h/hari+raya+open+house+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOlugj5_mJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kK5kp_-Pm9o/s200/hari+raya+open+house+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253851945977747602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my batchmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOluAQpnQbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ETK-R8VfIhU/s1600-h/hari+raya+open+house+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOluAQpnQbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ETK-R8VfIhU/s200/hari+raya+open+house+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253851391052956082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all the guests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOluA007bCI/AAAAAAAAADA/SQbZJFUyW10/s1600-h/hari+raya+open+house+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOluA007bCI/AAAAAAAAADA/SQbZJFUyW10/s200/hari+raya+open+house+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253851400764091426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my chinese juniors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOluBIkdt4I/AAAAAAAAADI/oaD390akTS0/s1600-h/hari+raya+open+house+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOluBIkdt4I/AAAAAAAAADI/oaD390akTS0/s200/hari+raya+open+house+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253851406063744898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some of the many girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-3890722741294128186?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/3890722741294128186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=3890722741294128186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/3890722741294128186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/3890722741294128186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya-open-house-part-2.html' title='Hari Raya Open House - part 2'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOlwfwxn2lI/AAAAAAAAADY/KsewIRCoipo/s72-c/hari+raya+open+house+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-6333223093511559889</id><published>2008-10-06T01:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:36:59.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s celebrate'/><title type='text'>Hari Raya Open House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOj9SrHt-wI/AAAAAAAAACY/MMdBvDIvdpE/s1600-h/hari+raya+open+house+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOj9SrHt-wI/AAAAAAAAACY/MMdBvDIvdpE/s200/hari+raya+open+house+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253727462582254338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the best dress for male is won my avinash nair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOj9SvrTYVI/AAAAAAAAACg/6s01YIS9WQM/s1600-h/hari+raya+open+house+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOj9SvrTYVI/AAAAAAAAACg/6s01YIS9WQM/s200/hari+raya+open+house+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253727463805247826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is us with the female best dressed- datin prisaana ramakrishnan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOj8uvNxOCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/B70Ml6S8WDs/s1600-h/hari+raya+open+house+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOj8uvNxOCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/B70Ml6S8WDs/s200/hari+raya+open+house+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253726845206083618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;girls&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOj8WRKbRoI/AAAAAAAAACI/sHqecG0c_Wc/s1600-h/hari+raya+open+house+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOj8WRKbRoI/AAAAAAAAACI/sHqecG0c_Wc/s200/hari+raya+open+house+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253726424822138498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-6333223093511559889?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/6333223093511559889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=6333223093511559889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/6333223093511559889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/6333223093511559889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya-open-house.html' title='Hari Raya Open House'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SOj9SrHt-wI/AAAAAAAAACY/MMdBvDIvdpE/s72-c/hari+raya+open+house+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-7791984662930534697</id><published>2008-10-05T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:46:36.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomly random'/><title type='text'>The Making of 'Erin and her Cheongsam'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The hari raya open house is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;On the invitation card, one of the events scheduled was ‘Best Dress’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I guess everyone is attracted to this, especially the girls. Or should I say only the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;All planning of what traditional dress to wear, cracking their head, went shopping for material, hunting for tailors who are willing to make baju kebaya or baju kurung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;As for me, hmmm…&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure if I’m excited over the ‘Best Dress’ thing…i guess not... but I simply got excited, simply want to join the fun and dress up a little. Wanted to wear kebaya, but I left my saree material back home, so I din want to get another new material. Didn’t have baju kurung also.&lt;br /&gt;So, my final decision is…. ‘Cheongsam’!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This is kind of a big thing for me…because I have to go on diet, in order to... errr... look better in the cheongsam…&lt;br /&gt;(Must portray the beauty and elegance of this traditional dress of the Chinese culture maa… cannot bring disgrace to the ancient Chinese culture)&lt;br /&gt;So, basically…all I need to do is to make sure that there’s no excessive unnecessary adipose spare tyre…But I only have 1 week’s time…Gosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I don’t remember when i started it. I didn’t really plan it out. And I know the way I ‘diet’ is really unhealthy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I skip meals, but I still eat breakfast. (It’s a must) I eat lesser, I don’t go for non-veg, except for my lung-fung soup. I drink glucose to give me energy, not always though. (Not sure if that really helps.) No time for more exercise, so I force myself to do sit up. First day, 100 times… till my abdominal muscles ache, next day have to cut down…but still do about 20-30 times… and that goes on for the rest of they day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But I didn’t diet till pengsan loh…thank god...&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;still fit and energetic and conscious.&lt;br /&gt;Had 1 episode of hyperacidity. I could feel some burning sensation in the stomach and oesophagus. Relfux? GERD? Immediately ran to café and ate something right after class. Damn scared. Sometimes experience postural giddiness/ hypotension. And that’s when I know I shouldn’t go on like this anymore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Meanwhile, my evil friends sabotage my plan… keep tempting me with food… ask me to go dinner with them and make me be their DBKL like how I always do. Looking at the food, being their so-called growing child who requires adequate nutrition, always eating double the portion of what a guy eats.. haih… I gave in lah… but not during yesterday’s dinner! I can’t let my effort all this while go down the drain. I have to disclose something private and confidential here. My stomach has quite a big capacity. And each time after eating a proper meal, it will enlarge to the size of gravid ‘tummy’, like a pregnant woman, with a fundal height of 36 weeks. I’m not kidding!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Once in a while, I was thinking that should I just give up and wear a baju kurung, so that I can continue stuffing myself with the many many delicious foods that they are serving during the open house. In the end I thought I will stick to my plan, which will only end after this whole thing finishes. Meaning, I won’t be able to eat much later coz I can’t let my tummy bulge out and my cheongsam tear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(like those heroes in the cartoon, when they need to fight, the muscles will undergo hypertrophy in just one second and the clothes will be torn into pieces.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well well… I’m gonna get ready for the open house now. Of course, don’t expect an adipose-less hour glass figure. At least I manage to get rid of those spare tyre. This is for plain self satisfaction. And I’m not going to do it ever again in my entire life (maybe for my wedding I will, if I manage to.) It’s TORTURE for me, a pertumbuhan terbantut growing child not being able to eat u know…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Stay tuned… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-7791984662930534697?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/7791984662930534697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=7791984662930534697' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/7791984662930534697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/7791984662930534697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/10/making-of-erin-and-her-cheongsam.html' title='The Making of &apos;Erin and her Cheongsam&apos;'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-6919456592849107638</id><published>2008-09-22T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:27:50.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical school'/><title type='text'>重新上路！！</title><content type='html'>每个人 都有脑袋。&lt;br /&gt;每个人 都会思考。&lt;br /&gt;但为何我的脑袋比任何人的思考那么多？&lt;br /&gt;惹来一大堆的烦恼。&lt;br /&gt;哎~ 可笑吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没关系，反正现在把心情整理好咯！&lt;br /&gt;超开心的！&lt;br /&gt;不再想那么多了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许也因为有人给了定心丸，&lt;br /&gt;现在&lt;br /&gt;信心十足、精神饱满的我，&lt;br /&gt;要上路咯！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-6919456592849107638?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/6919456592849107638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=6919456592849107638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/6919456592849107638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/6919456592849107638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='重新上路！！'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-6734867015480952403</id><published>2008-09-13T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:27:10.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy yum yum'/><title type='text'>moon no cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It’s mooncake festival tomorrow…&lt;br /&gt;No special plans, its just another Sunday for me…&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind at all…&lt;br /&gt;But I have no mooncakes to eat…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This is the third time I’m not celebrating mooncake festival in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;But this is the first time I have no mooncakes to eat… (sob)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I still remember, during the first mooncake festival I celebrated in India 2 years back, I called up all my ah gong ah ma uncle aunty to wish them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Everyone might be thinking that it was just another mooncake festival, no big deal, but for me, and for the first time, I was counting down&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the days and was listing down the ppl whom I wanna call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It was a big thing for me… it was a bigger thing when I started crying when my ah ma ask me if I was taking good care of myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;My friends and I manage to bring some mooncakes before we left &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Everyone shared the small pieces of mooncake cut into eight or even more smaller pieces..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;But it was sufficient... we even drank chinese tea (brought from home)…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It brought lanterns also…lit them up last year…but this year a bit lazy… all I want is MOONCAKE…!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-6734867015480952403?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/6734867015480952403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=6734867015480952403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/6734867015480952403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/6734867015480952403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/09/moon-no-cake.html' title='moon no cake'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-2761615860927973482</id><published>2008-08-26T13:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:54:38.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical school'/><title type='text'>im a ''proud'' malaysian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;microbiology viva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"good morning ma'am."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"good morning...where are u from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ma'am, malaysia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"originally from malaysia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"err no ma'am...my ancestors are from china..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok...so tell me about the infectious diseases which are seen in malaysia.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;".....  errrr ..... ermmm.... tuberculosis?! err...not so common...but in rural places... (crap crap crap)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK so tell be about tuberculosis!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaahhhh!!!! so dead..&lt;br /&gt;ok i know about tuberculosis...&lt;br /&gt;but i dunno my country!!&lt;br /&gt;n i have to serve my country in the future...&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know this is bad....&lt;br /&gt;i did think about knowing the epidemiological diseases in malaysia.... t&lt;br /&gt;hought of finding out n read more after my exams...&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt expect her to ask about it in my viva lah....&lt;br /&gt;hope she doesnt know i gave the wrong answer lah...&lt;br /&gt;but she's one smart associate professor...hmmm... is it possible that she doesnt know?&lt;br /&gt;arghhh...&lt;br /&gt;shame!! shame!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-2761615860927973482?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/2761615860927973482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=2761615860927973482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/2761615860927973482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/2761615860927973482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-proud-malaysian.html' title='im a &apos;&apos;proud&apos;&apos; malaysian'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-977278548495695724</id><published>2008-08-23T02:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:54:38.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through my eyes'/><title type='text'>nice uncle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was rushing through my forensic medicine notes when my study table light started blinking...then it got back to normal...n blinked again after a long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought something was wrong with the electricity...not bothered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came back to the room after my exam, my study table was like disco lah..the light was blinking non stop...hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was past 5pm..went to search for the hostel electrician but he was no where to be seen..nevermind lah..&lt;br /&gt;one more subject to go, i had to sit on my bed to study to get proper lighting...cant be studying in dark as my eyesights are almost gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my last paper today...came back...hunt for the electrician...&lt;br /&gt;then he came...standing at the door smiling...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;he told me to write a letter of application (leceh procedure... to fix the light also must write love letter to the warden)..then he started checking..then replaced with a new tube or starter...(forgot to ask him wut was wrong)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he was searching for the transparent shield that covers the light..hehe..i took it out long time ago n was on top of the cupboard...filled with dust...paiseh lah..told him i'l fix it myself coz its dirty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle so nice la..he say come come i wash for u... aaah? no need gua..u good enough to come fix the light d...&lt;br /&gt;so he went to wash in the kitchen..wash with soap n scrub sumore lah... took longer than my dish-washing time...&lt;br /&gt;then he dry it...then he fixed it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw screwdriver sticking out from his pocket..wanted to borrow to fix 2 screws jutting out from my rack... he asked me wut i want to do with it..i show him the screws..and he fix them for me also lah..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of communication problem..all i could say was..thank u bhaia...thank u..hehehe..thank u...&lt;br /&gt;he also kept saying welcome madam...welcome...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..n i remembered..he fixed my bicycle reflector long time ago...i only asked him if he has the 'nut' to replace the missing one.. n he fixed the whole thing for me..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice uncle...simple humble helpful polite responsible efficient..&lt;br /&gt;the maids in the hostel should learn from him, rather than sitting n chit chatting whole day..&lt;br /&gt;or maybe... everyone should be like him...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;i also muz learn from him n not always be a fighter cock...despite having language problem here...muahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-977278548495695724?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/977278548495695724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=977278548495695724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/977278548495695724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/977278548495695724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/08/nice-uncle.html' title='nice uncle'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-4324132830384236614</id><published>2008-08-03T04:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:56:33.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical school'/><title type='text'>what should i say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was Saturday afternoon. longing for this last class to get over by 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;using the antique over head projector, Madam was changing the yellowish transparency one after another, explaining meanwhile.&lt;br /&gt;students were copying down the notes,  or reading other stuff under the table, or dozing off with eyes wide open, or playing games with their mobile phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE? SLEEPING? GET UP!! YOU !! YES YOU!! SLEEPING?? GO OUT!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blur-looking boy got up...mumbled something like &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"no ma'am i wasnt"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"birthday boy!! ~haaappy birthdaaay to yooouuuu~..hahahahaaaaa..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"WHAT? *BUTTER*DAY? I DONT CARE..I KNOW YOU ARE SLEEPING. GET OUT!! AND YOU! YES THE ONE BEHIND! YOU ARE ALSO SLEEPING? GET OUT!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"no ma'am...i wasnt sleeping.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"GET OUT!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"no ma'am...(explanation and explanation)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"GET OUT!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"oh no birthday boy...~~happy birthday to you~~waaakaaakaaaa....muuaaahhaaaahaaaa... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*Killer Stare ALERT!!* Madam switched off the OHP, grabbed her transparencies and stomped off. upon reaching the door, she turned. *Higher Voltage Stare ALERT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"ALL OF YOU WILL BE MARKED ABSENT FOR 2 CLASSES!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class shouted : &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;NO MA'AM..PLS MA'AM...SORRY MA'AM....hahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immediately the lecture hall turned into a fish market...guys cheering for their victory upon defeating their target...girls complaining about their innocence and for losing their attendance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone came trotting down the hall towards the door...it was the class representative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class remained a fish market...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later, class rep came back and told everyone off, giving warning to those who created the havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, class ended early. indeed.&lt;br /&gt;everyone happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? hahaha..whatever...&lt;br /&gt;i hurried back to hostel before it started pouring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-4324132830384236614?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/4324132830384236614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=4324132830384236614' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/4324132830384236614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/4324132830384236614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-should-i-say.html' title='what should i say?'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-4895940893295725929</id><published>2008-07-25T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:01:55.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical school'/><title type='text'>不能输给压力！</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;考试要到了，许多人都开始紧张了。&lt;br /&gt;也许我不想承认，不过我好像也是啦。&lt;br /&gt;我知道这样很不好，&lt;br /&gt;所以拼命提醒自己要平静心情。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;还得一直鼓励自己，给自己很多很多的力量！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;最近怎么搞的？&lt;br /&gt;想煮粥就会放太少水，结果煮成饭。&lt;br /&gt;不管了，饿了就吞。&lt;br /&gt;想煮饭，也会变成粥。&lt;br /&gt;有得吃就吃，没时间埋怨。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;最近，身边的人的怪脾气，&lt;br /&gt;都因为考试压力的缘故，&lt;br /&gt;一一显露出来了。&lt;br /&gt;我希望我不是这样，&lt;br /&gt;也希望他们不要这样。&lt;br /&gt;要天天对自己微笑，&lt;br /&gt;保持好心情！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;加油加油！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-4895940893295725929?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/4895940893295725929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=4895940893295725929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/4895940893295725929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/4895940893295725929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_25.html' title='不能输给压力！'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-2886721773923156388</id><published>2008-07-15T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:28:47.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomly random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through my eyes'/><title type='text'>小鸟之去匆匆</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;“那天晚上救了一只出世不久的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;小鸟。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;可它今天死了，好难过，有感情了。”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:uFugVn1_eH8cDM:http://www.soold.cn/uploadfiles/2007103116122820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:uFugVn1_eH8cDM:http://www.soold.cn/uploadfiles/2007103116122820.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;短短的一封“越洋”简讯，&lt;br /&gt;平凡的一件小事，&lt;br /&gt;却让我停下手上的工作，&lt;br /&gt;不自觉地沉思在回忆里。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;发简讯的你，是否也和我一样想着同样一件事。&lt;br /&gt;我能了解你的难过。&lt;br /&gt;我想，你也是想起在天国的那小生命。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;世间万事难料。&lt;br /&gt;许多东西，往往是在与它插身而过时，&lt;br /&gt;才特别地对它不舍。&lt;br /&gt;生命更亦如此。&lt;br /&gt;越小的生命，越是脆弱，&lt;br /&gt;越是令人替他惋惜。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;别再难过，别再为过去难过。&lt;br /&gt;为离开的，&lt;br /&gt;以一声“阿弥陀佛”，&lt;br /&gt;护送他们到西方去。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;珍惜拥有，&lt;br /&gt;期待明天的另一个美好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-2886721773923156388?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/2886721773923156388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=2886721773923156388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/2886721773923156388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/2886721773923156388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_15.html' title='小鸟之去匆匆'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-4201786590796990074</id><published>2008-07-12T03:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:47:19.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><title type='text'>凌晨三点钟</title><content type='html'>已是凌晨两点半了，我的眼睛还睁得大大的，一点睡意都没有。&lt;br /&gt;并不是在读书，而是从刚才十点多就在网上流浪到现在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原本是想找那人聊聊天，偏偏远方的他却不出现。&lt;br /&gt;结果最终沉迷于我的新嗜好--读部落格。&lt;br /&gt;从几何时，我染上了这习惯，甚至一度上瘾了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近好像没把情绪控制好。对朋友们都没问题，反而是对自己和家人耍脾气。&lt;br /&gt;也不晓得为什么。又或许是任性，就算知道为何却不愿意承认。&lt;br /&gt;还蛮爱往牛角尖转。明知道转错地方了，还执迷不悟，转到最后卡住了，爬不出来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过现在还好啦！&lt;br /&gt;想一想，都这么大个人了，就不要那么孩子脾气。&lt;br /&gt;就算很久没有好好松懈、好好撒个娇、也没必要把自己搞到这样，蓝蓝的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，会这样子或许也是自己一厢情愿地认为这次假期过得不太好。&lt;br /&gt;没能去旅行，唱唱歌，透透气，充充电。&lt;br /&gt;其实，这应该都是自己心里作怪吧！&lt;br /&gt;怎么可以有贪念呢？&lt;br /&gt;人总是因为贪而带来不必要的烦恼。&lt;br /&gt;这次，我也不例外。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好吧！坚持多一点，在吃多点苦，没关系！&lt;br /&gt;将来一定有一天，会有机会去玩的！&lt;br /&gt;（但是不可订时间日起，否则会大失所望的咯！）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大学不放我假也没关系！&lt;br /&gt;自己应该学习在适当的时候放松自己。&lt;br /&gt;保持身心平衡，平静心情，同时努力王目标迈进。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哇！！　说是很容易啦！！&lt;br /&gt;我可需要好多好多好多的力量！！&lt;br /&gt;也许这条路并不太辛苦，也许不是我一个人在走，&lt;br /&gt;而是我的自我让我忽略了沿途陪着我的家人与朋友。&lt;br /&gt;真的很抱歉，也很感激。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明天星期六，还得去医院及上课。&lt;br /&gt;明天会是忙碌的一天。&lt;br /&gt;应该也是美好的新的一天。&lt;br /&gt;把乱七八糟的心情打扫了一下，&lt;br /&gt;没有借口可让自己偷懒咯！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;凌晨三点钟，&lt;br /&gt;是时候告辞了！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-4201786590796990074?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/4201786590796990074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=4201786590796990074' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/4201786590796990074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/4201786590796990074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='凌晨三点钟'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-2301652545488392825</id><published>2008-07-01T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:57:53.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomly random'/><title type='text'>Laugh Out Loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;those who has watched Kungfu Panda, please grade how funny it is (from level 0-5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, so far from what ppl told me, it is DAMN FUNNY...OH MY GOD...SOOOO FFFUUNNNNYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to grade, but if i were to grade how much i laughed while watching the cartoon, i say...level 1?&lt;br /&gt;i really dunno... is my threshold of laughing so high?&lt;br /&gt;why is it so hard for me to find things funny? so difficult for me to laugh out loud? with tears trickling down and get cramp in the stomach and roll on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time this happens to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once, i watched 'contract lover' with a fren. throughout the movie he was just laughing and laughing and laughing non stop...and i was just 'hehe' and 'hehe'...i do agree there are funny scenes...but why cant i laugh loud loud? threshold too high? need a stronger stimulus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing boosts our immunity... and its a simple way to make ourselves healthier... i know i smile...im seldom unhappy...i know i just have to be myself...but i just want to LAUGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me the funniest joke u know or any funnest comedy... i just wanna see how much i can laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im a bit mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-2301652545488392825?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/2301652545488392825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=2301652545488392825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/2301652545488392825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/2301652545488392825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/07/laugh-out-loud.html' title='Laugh Out Loud'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-5180175232024732319</id><published>2008-07-01T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:59:32.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomly random'/><title type='text'>*boom boom* INFLATION *boom*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.socalbubble.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/dollar_toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.socalbubble.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/dollar_toilet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;waaa...everything is increasing in price... even my HOSTEL !!! increase of accommodation fee by 20% !!!&lt;br /&gt;well...i know nothing about economics or mathematics or whatever that deals with numbers...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if such an increase is a big hike...but i know my money is going lesser n lesser... in this case, HOW TO BUY MY DREAM HOUSE??? HOW TO GO TRAVELING???&lt;br /&gt;i dont buy lottery, so there's no chance at all of having a big sum of money falling down from sky...&lt;br /&gt;really must jimat jimat liao lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-5180175232024732319?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/5180175232024732319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=5180175232024732319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/5180175232024732319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/5180175232024732319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/07/boom-boom-inflation-boom.html' title='*boom boom* INFLATION *boom*'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-7973259281300589232</id><published>2008-06-30T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:01:55.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomly random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical school'/><title type='text'>Hi from Bengaluru International Airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My 2-week holidays flew pass just like that. I'm now again in India.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm sitting in the new Bangalore Airport, waiting for my next flight to Belgaum at 9.15am. There is much time to kill. Luckily I'm not alone. Shabbi and Ashwin are here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel as excited as I was traveling back to Penang. But I do feel like I'm going back to a place where I'm supposed to be. Also a kind of ''going-home'' feeling. Probably I'm too used to my hectic daily routine. I feel exhausted at the end of the day but it was fruitful. I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, however, life is too sedentary. No discipline (mom needs to yell at her top of her voice many times to wake me up), no stress, no ''to-do-list''. After a while, I no longer feel comfortable with this kind of lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was my own house, own room, own cupboard, I feel like I'm just a temporary resident in the house. I dont take my clothes out from the cupboard, I take them from my luggage. I dont find my toothbrush on the basin, I take them out from my toiletries pouch. I dunno where are the knife,plates,mugs,soyasauce,flour, etc are in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, I DON'T GET TO DRIVE AROUND!!! So wutever i wanna do i gotta be like...''mommy...i need to get this...get that..i need to go here...i need to go there...'' and mommy will fetch me.. . I know my dad n mom are just worried and protective coz i havent been driving for such long period. But then, I feel odd. Coz in India, i used to get things done by myself. But now i cant. It's ok lah... try to enjoy being a princess for once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Bangalore New Airport got wireless. I need to send an sms which cost me Rs3 to get the password. And i can use for 1 hour. Not bad maa hoh..hehehe... Another 7 hours to kill. Not so bad lah hoh? hehehe... hope i can survive this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my ''YL-14'', here i come... hope u are not too dirty n filled with moss for me to clean up...have some mercy on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-7973259281300589232?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/7973259281300589232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=7973259281300589232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/7973259281300589232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/7973259281300589232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-from-bengaluru-international-airport.html' title='Hi from Bengaluru International Airport'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-1616196219238404740</id><published>2008-05-29T05:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:07:47.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomly random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy yum yum'/><title type='text'>Things that i want to do when i go home....  *grin grin*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.totalfilm.com/__data/assets/thumbnail/816700/varieties/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.totalfilm.com/__data/assets/thumbnail/816700/varieties/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;watch KUNG FU PANDA...the only reason is there's panda...n i need to laugh more to be healthier...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sweartoshakeitup.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://sweartoshakeitup.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/sleep.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; wanna sleep on my big big bed, hugging my soft soft pillow, without alarm clock..&lt;br /&gt;(need to make sure the pest is not around to disturb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/3703/005kx3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/3703/005kx3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;want to play piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/rachelokh/teochew-steam-fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/rachelokh/teochew-steam-fish.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;want to let everyone try my steam fish...muahaha...very excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.unitingcarewest.org.au/images/pancake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.unitingcarewest.org.au/images/pancake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wanna make pancake for Apple the Monster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y152/boo_licious/muachee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y152/boo_licious/muachee1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wanna eat Gurney Drive mua chee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rasamalaysia.com/uploaded_images/nasi_lemak_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.rasamalaysia.com/uploaded_images/nasi_lemak_s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wanna eat Nasi Lemak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1220/1348071561_84722d78db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1220/1348071561_84722d78db.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wanna eat hokkien mee...preferably Jit Sin Canteen one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sparklette.net/archives/411/maggi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://sparklette.net/archives/411/maggi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Must eat nasi goreng pattaya...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/77/216945143_bf118ee31f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/77/216945143_bf118ee31f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wanna eat kuey teow thng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/24/78/23237824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/24/78/23237824.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wanna eat thai food...pineapple fried rice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/10053/cheesecake-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/10053/cheesecake-main_Full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and cheese cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=20389005"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=20389005" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and many many more things that i wanna do...and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt; especially!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-1616196219238404740?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/1616196219238404740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=1616196219238404740' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/1616196219238404740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/1616196219238404740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-that-i-want-to-do-when-i-go-home.html' title='Things that i want to do when i go home....  *grin grin*'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1220/1348071561_84722d78db_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-1646495883814065428</id><published>2008-05-29T04:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:41:08.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy yum yum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigo'/><title type='text'>E-G-G- eggggggh !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this post is specially dedicated to Ms. Eggie (you know who you are!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;since u complained that i never update my blog...see what i just did !! hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/dre1036l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/dre1036l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2072/2092740868_cd447752d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2072/2092740868_cd447752d4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ppl who have been to belgaum, does this egg drop soup reminds you of the LONG FUNG SOUP??!! hehehe...i din know wut was egg drop soup..but long fung soup jz hit me before i search to see wut is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/dre0970l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/dre0970l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Indon egg and Indian egg.. are we Indon-Indian Egg? (ok i know its not funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://designcrack.com/v2/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/smp_egg_parsley.thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://designcrack.com/v2/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/smp_egg_parsley.thumbnail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;creative ? environmental friendly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is this how 鸡蛋花 is grown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.hexus.net/v2/lifestyle/news/misc/egcellent_ideas_ringpull_egg_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.hexus.net/v2/lifestyle/news/misc/egcellent_ideas_ringpull_egg_tn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;perhaps...suitable for people who have the tendency of breaking the eggshell along with the egg into the frying pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rasamalaysia.com/uploaded_images/portuguese_egg_tarts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.rasamalaysia.com/uploaded_images/portuguese_egg_tarts2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i want my Portuguese egg tart !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-1646495883814065428?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/1646495883814065428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=1646495883814065428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/1646495883814065428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/1646495883814065428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/05/e-g-g-eggggggh.html' title='E-G-G- eggggggh !!'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2072/2092740868_cd447752d4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-1359076783034679050</id><published>2008-05-29T03:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:40:09.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>p!cs fRoM M.A.H.A.B.A.L.E.S.H.W.A.R.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SD2_BN_eGQI/AAAAAAAAABE/a8UHhSOA_YA/s1600-h/a008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SD2_BN_eGQI/AAAAAAAAABE/a8UHhSOA_YA/s400/a008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205526771966810370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sorry for the tiny pics n for being late in uploading this pics..thanks to the snail-speed connection here...jz want to get it done fast..so compressed them until so small..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahabaleshwar, a hillstation situated in Maharashtra. Went there on 7th May with my classmates, a total of 76 ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Weather was pleasant at night and in the morning, but the afternoon sun was jz killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of berries--strawberries n malberries.(came back suffering from berries overdose/intolerance for 2 days).&lt;br /&gt;The night sky was beautiful. ''Twinkle twinkle little stars!!!'' There were so many. I just cant forget the sky. Something which i couldnt capture with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna describe each n every place that we went to. Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that I got to visit some places in India (besides Goa) after being almost 2 years here..also I got to snap picturesss!!! hehehe!! most happy...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna travel to more places...but JNMC...pls grant me longer holidays...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hungry...its 2am...zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-1359076783034679050?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/1359076783034679050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=1359076783034679050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/1359076783034679050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/1359076783034679050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/05/pcs-from-mahabaleshwar.html' title='p!cs fRoM M.A.H.A.B.A.L.E.S.H.W.A.R.'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SD2_BN_eGQI/AAAAAAAAABE/a8UHhSOA_YA/s72-c/a008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-7546746770946771586</id><published>2008-05-29T03:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:40:09.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>p!cs fRoM D.A.N.D.E.L.I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SD231d_eGOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G_EiaYHiacA/s1600-h/a001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SD231d_eGOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G_EiaYHiacA/s400/a001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205518873521952994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SD24AN_eGPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kLCHtxnnfDM/s1600-h/a002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SD24AN_eGPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kLCHtxnnfDM/s400/a002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205519058205546738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-7546746770946771586?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/7546746770946771586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=7546746770946771586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/7546746770946771586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/7546746770946771586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/05/pcs-from-dandeli.html' title='p!cs fRoM D.A.N.D.E.L.I.'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/SD231d_eGOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G_EiaYHiacA/s72-c/a001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-3275936540097291062</id><published>2008-05-04T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:24:00.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through my eyes'/><title type='text'>a step closer to Mother Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;01 may 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5am in the morning and departed to Dandeli.&lt;br /&gt;Spent only one and a half hour to reach Kali River, where we started the day with river rafting.&lt;br /&gt;Guess everyone was excited to put on the lifevest and helmet and grip on to the paddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go...into the waters..&lt;br /&gt;We started with some training in the calm waters.How to hold the paddle in the right way, how to paddle forward, how to backpaddle, how to sit in the raft, how to get down when we are going into the rapids...and also jumped  the waters n practice floating...just in case...&lt;br /&gt;It was about 9am at that time, and i just jumped into the water when our guide ask us too, never thought if the water is freezing or not (it wasn't) or if there are any crocodiles or fish or snakes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeply in love with the lush greeneries surrounding us when we were on the river...世外桃源 is the best word to describe the majestic sight.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish the river doesn't have an end so that i can sit in the raft and let the water take me down the river forever as i wish...&lt;br /&gt;On the river bank, there were 2 tree houses, used as chalet. The tree houses looked so beautiful from the outside. Simple, wooden, on the tree top. I bet the view of the scenery from inside the house will be awesomely awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted a tree house since young. Liked it so much after reading ''Peter and Jane'' by Ladybird. Shall i say it is my dream house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, not much of rafting (paddling) did we do. Half of the time we stopped and the guide will show us some birds or plants. He was the one who controlled the direction of the raft and whatever we did was directed by him.&lt;br /&gt;"FORWARD" and we will go paddle forward.&lt;br /&gt;We went through about 9 rapids. It was fun (only at that moment, as i don't quite remember how it felt anymore). I was expecting some huge waterfalls where the whole raft will fall from a height n water will splash, like going on the Genting Highlands Sungai Rejang Splash.&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't exactly like this. No waterfalls. (Imagined too much). The waters were not as wild as how the signboard described it to be. We did 'rushed' down the slopes of water and got bounced up and down by the waves.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, all the rapids were almost the same except for the last one where we did 'surfing'.&lt;br /&gt;We paddled upstream to get our raft stuck in the pit, where the strong current of water splashed onto and over us. We had to cling on very strongly to the rope beside the raft. Or else will get chucked out.&lt;br /&gt;As i was wearing my contact lens, the guide told me to closed my eyes tight so that water won't hit my eyes and break the lens. Sad. I couldn't get to see how it was like facing the strong currents. All i did was bend as low as possible and closed my eyes n mouth. But i could feel the raft getting tossed up and down (hoping that it will capsize). Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see some crocodiles at the river bank after lunch. We had to keep quiet so that we don't scare them away. Or perhaps alert them about the presence of human beings that will make a sumptuous meal.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we started our trekking, which is more like a nature walk.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't quite interested in those herbal remedies and their therapeutic uses in curing this and that diseases.  I was more into torturing my camera n putting him to work..haha..(sorry..i know its labours' day).&lt;br /&gt;I love the sunflowers! Wished i had more time with the sunflowers. I'm going to look out for more sunflower pit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what i enjoyed the most. But i guess is just being in The Nature which is enough to make me feel so happy and contented. =D&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the next one -- Class Trip to Mahabaleshwar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, most of my friends are complaining of myalgia in their arms and forearms especially. Surprisingly, i don't have any complaints. Nothing. One friend said probably because i wasn't putting in effort to paddle, that's why the others had to paddle harder and myalgia is the sequelea. (It's bullshit yaar, i did paddle OK..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-3275936540097291062?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/3275936540097291062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=3275936540097291062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/3275936540097291062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/3275936540097291062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/05/01-may-2008.html' title='a step closer to Mother Nature'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-2521145244353491</id><published>2008-03-28T02:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:12:14.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><title type='text'>p~i~a~n~o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i miss my piano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/R-vvnUXIFvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eSI6aLa97-A/s1600-h/325317%7EPiano-Keyboard-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/R-vvnUXIFvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eSI6aLa97-A/s320/325317%7EPiano-Keyboard-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182499254979532530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i m away from home, besides the dear ones and the good food, i miss my piano a lot...was just reading my friends' blogs, and they have some soft music played at the background... n they are all nice, soothing music played with the piano...i kept playing back the background music again and again...&lt;br /&gt;oh...it makes me miss the feeling of running my fingers on the keyboard, or 'banging' the keys hard when i feel like it...&lt;br /&gt;i know i cant play well...but my parents and brother think i play the nicest piece of music...hahaha...anyway..as long as i enjoy myself..who cares? hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;i really love the piano scenes in jay chou's 'secret'...awesome...!!! and the antique grand piano...i dont dream of having it...but i do wish i can be in the music room...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-2521145244353491?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/2521145244353491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=2521145244353491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/2521145244353491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/2521145244353491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/03/piano.html' title='p~i~a~n~o'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyZnmQJcIKw/R-vvnUXIFvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eSI6aLa97-A/s72-c/325317%7EPiano-Keyboard-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-229334309820578752</id><published>2008-03-24T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:21:18.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><title type='text'>~* 突然想 blog *~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;终于，我又&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;了。&lt;br /&gt;好久好久都不&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;了，一直认为没什么可写的。&lt;br /&gt;由于我觉得没必要向我的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;禀报我的每日行程，所以就把它搁在一旁。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;以前如果会&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;也是因为有烦恼又或者是有新体验，由或者是领悟了什么。&lt;br /&gt;后来，慢慢将一些事情放下后，也就不&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;近一年多来总觉得怪怪的。觉得日子很快很快的溜走，而我却不觉得自己很快很快的成熟、成长。年龄是增加了没错，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;但心智好像还停留在当年觉醒后的那一刻。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;或许&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;已很久没有和能聊的朋友一同分析人生。&lt;br /&gt;或许&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;一直以为自己做得很好、懂得很多，而忘了自我反省和提升。&lt;br /&gt;或许&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;偶尔听到了什么新道理&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;看到了什么新事物&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;了解了什么新概念却没有把它&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;起来。结果就忘记了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;已有好一段时间，一直在嘻嘻哈哈过日子。是时候安下心来，踏踏实实的，稳中的，做个像医生的医学生。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;今天决定要用华文来写，原因是：比较好表达我的心声。虽然很费时，才刚写开场白就花了二十分钟，不过还是想写。时间已是凌晨十二点多，作业还没写完、明天要上的课业还没准备。但，如果我现在不写，明天也不会写，后天也不会。这样下去，又不知道了事后我才会记得提醒我自己。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;上个周末，不知为何肚子忽然剧痛，真的痛得要命。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;幸好后来慢慢好起来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;虽然没去看医生，但（妈妈说）很可能是我精神紧张、压力太大。虽然我不以为然，但还是听妈妈的话好。毕竟，旁观者清。因此，决定让自己放假。课还是去上，不过就少温习功课，多听了点歌，多和朋友哈拉。放轻松嘛！由于没有假期，所以就不能奢望去哪里度假，只能给自己几天的短假。而今天正是“假期”的最后一天。明天开始，就得以我的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;turbo mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;开始赶路咯！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;这次上路，就是到六月了。得马不停蹄，否则，不让自己回家。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;最近，上网看了一些新闻，也接触了一些新朋友。小小的一些事情，让我看透了、也理解了不少。详情没办法讲（一讲就会讲到天亮），不过，还是有所收获。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;第一、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;人家爱做什么就做什么，和我完全不相干。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;第二、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;表现大放一点，就不会因为别人的小小举动而不满。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;第三、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;要聪明一点，不要被人利用了。（不是我不帮人）常常都会因为人家脸上的那一丝笑容而被骗，迟迟都未发现那种拉到耳朵上去的笑脸是可以赢得金马奖的咧，而且是在需要你的时候才会绽放的！自己偶尔吃了点小亏，就算没有，却是别人占了便宜。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;（我承认对这一点我是有些“不大方、不潇洒”。我是爱帮人，为的不是人家的感激或赞美，但我真的不喜欢被利用！）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;第四、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;最近发现，身边的人虽然总是笑口常开，其实背后却有着他们各自的故事。在这里，不便多说。总而言之，他们的勇气与毅力，真得让我好佩服好佩服。常以为自己“很惨”。相比之下，不管路是否坎坷，或者自己认为路有多难走，我的处境怎样都不比他们的差，他们却能那么的勇敢、那么的坚强，实在让我很敬佩，也很忏悔自己没有那种毅力，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;只会随口说要怎么样怎么样。真的以他们为榜样，向他们学习。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;第五、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;常常会忘了实践一直都没忘记的这个道理：“多观察，就会有所领悟”。或许是有观察，但是之后却很爱给评论。其实，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;嘴巴用多了领悟能力就会降低。所以，少说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;多看&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;多想。而且，闲谈不论人非！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;大概就是这样。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;希望，一直在难境中坚强挣扎、勇敢踏步的他们，继续保持着那种力量！而我，也会默默的祝福他们。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;加油吧！上路去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-229334309820578752?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/229334309820578752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=229334309820578752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/229334309820578752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/229334309820578752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog.html' title='~* 突然想 blog *~'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-4644570306703201289</id><published>2008-02-16T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:21:18.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><title type='text'>16th February 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's 16 feb.&lt;br /&gt;21 years after 1987, the day i came to this beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;it's my birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;din get to celebrate at home, but i have a bunch of frens here and i received lots of wishes.&lt;br /&gt;was really happy...felt so lucky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped blogging a very long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;ever since i start seeing things differently.&lt;br /&gt;in the sense that, i dont hold on too strongly on things which had happened, or things which i can never get.&lt;br /&gt;basically, i used to blog to keep a record on my emotions and mood, rather than what i experienced, learned, or gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i dont know what m i gonna blog about this time....&lt;br /&gt;or will i even continue blogging...&lt;br /&gt;who knows this blog might comes useful one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile...sun shines bright...the journey ahead is gonna be a good one...&lt;br /&gt;here m i...ready for the new journey...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-4644570306703201289?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/4644570306703201289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=4644570306703201289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/4644570306703201289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/4644570306703201289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2008/02/16th-february-2008.html' title='16th February 2008'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-6815904099455927231</id><published>2007-06-06T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:26:39.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomly random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical school'/><title type='text'>@ f T 3 R~ **6** ~ M 0 n T h S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ah~chooo.. ah~chooo...spider web everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;puff...i think i jz got some grey compact powder on my face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..poor bloggie is left stranded for soo long...6 months? no..i think is 7...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoo hoo!!! im back... happy to see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually it took me bout half an hour to log in to my blogger account..&lt;br /&gt;first i forgot wut username i used...then is the new google-blogger thingy...&lt;br /&gt;finally i made it through..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din feel like blogging all this while..reason? not too sure...&lt;br /&gt;but since im getting kinda bored here..feeling life is getting more unproductive...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should do something...yeah...do something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the time being...still don feel like blogging...&lt;br /&gt;give me some time to clean up the dusty corner and shoo the spiders off..&lt;br /&gt;catch up with u guys soon...soon..how soon? hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;perhaps another 6 months...*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-116234789136586755</id><published>2006-11-01T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:26:39.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical school'/><title type='text'>d@ b3g1nN!ng 0f mY 4th mOntH iN !nDiA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 months hav passed..that's fast..a quarter of a year is over..that's wut the PG said to us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was sick on sunday..woke up dizzy..felt nausea later in the afternoon..threw up in the evening..slept..woke up at dinner time feeling so much better..fever hadnt subside..skipped monday morning class..felt nausea in the evening again after gulping down 2 glasses of juice...hahaha..slept again..woke up feeling perfectly fine!! wut a speedy recovery..but there goes my sunday n monday..&lt;br /&gt;it's ok..i got to sleep so well without setting my alarm clock..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i start disliking the food already..i really hav no appetite seeing all these orange or red colour food..it became worse after i fell sick..i've lose enough of weight..i want to eat more..but wut can i eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1st internals are coming soon...PHYSIOLOGY 23rd November..ANATOMY is around december..BIOCHEMISTRY..no news..gotta study hard..anyone sees me roaming online..pls remind me of studying k..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;have to study well for biochem tutorial this week..the PG wants us to go the the front n teach the class..if u cant do it u lose ur attendance..?! fat guy...u wait n see..!! i wont let u do that..dont think u r that great..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no..wut's wrong with me..i enjoyed dissection? until the extent that i dreamt about going for dissection class? haha..may the cadavers bless me in my exams..muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-116234789136586755?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/116234789136586755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=116234789136586755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Talking to myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical school'/><title type='text'>~ I'm Back !! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey people..finally i m able to get internet connection in my room..thanks to calista..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah..im now in belgaum, india..jawaharlal nehru medical college..the only best thing they have in this college is the musical fountain in front of the college..does anyone out there c a reason y is there a musical fountain in a medical college? i have no idea...but the fountain n the garden is really really nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..about studies..ppl here study day n night..n everywhere..n they are really weird..the gals ask us not to go for class..n the reason is..no guys are going..n they are so afraid of attending tutorials if they din prepare well and will escape at the last minute before lecturer came juz bcoz they feel embarrassed if they cant answer it perfectly..they are not able to show that they are smart...n not becoz they are afraid of being scolded for not studying...boo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next..food..hmm...first day..it was hard for me to swallow the food..wut was it? hmm..dahl..yogurt (indian yogurt)..n wut eva.. after that..fine...start liking the food...it's all vegetarian..only on wednesday we get eggs n chickens on sundays...but after one month..i feel so sick by looking at the food...aiyoh...everyday same menu...argh..help!!! i want nasi lemak.. i want sushi.. i want loh mee... i want... roti canai...i don want capati everyday... aih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so sleepy..there are so much that i want to tell..but i juz dunno how to organize them..aih..forget bout it..tell u guys when we chat on msn or yahoo ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my address is CH-02, Akkamahadevi International Ladies Hostel, Jawaharlal Nehru Medical College Campus, Nehru Nagar, Belgaum 590 010, Karnataka. my number is +91 99864 96389. write to me or send me msg yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yawning)..i think i gotta go...cant open my eyes at all...&lt;br /&gt;oh ya..about pictures..i'l post it elsewhere..something like a photo bucket or photo album...any suggestion? thanks..&lt;br /&gt;bye...&lt;br /&gt;take care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-115783869952386581?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/115783869952386581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=115783869952386581' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/115783869952386581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/115783869952386581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-back.html' title='~ I&apos;m Back !! ~'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-115289432112475648</id><published>2006-07-14T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T02:55:03.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><title type='text'>- t ! t L 3 -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;yeehaa..windows life messenger BETA and yahoo messenger BETA are fun..&lt;br /&gt;had my first try out this morning..added my MSN contact in yahoo messenger..and started talking to myself..&lt;br /&gt;wanted to try adding other friends..but no one seem to be online..so can only experiment it..oh..nono..not experiment..i mean..experience it by this way..&lt;br /&gt;SO LAME !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/1600/messengerS%20beta.0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/400/messengerS%20beta.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;was playing badminton with sis at my house compound n mom was watering the plants...and she called out to us...&lt;br /&gt;" hey...come n see this two fellas.."&lt;br /&gt;we went over..and guess wut..it was grasshopper papa n grasshopper mama..(ehem)..they were..(ehem)..&lt;br /&gt;i quickly grabbed my camera and start snapping pictures of this 'live show'..&lt;br /&gt;well..cant take video..coz it is quite boring lah..as there wasnt any movements..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;by the way..realised tat my photo-taking skill is not good enough..or should i say..not good at all..&lt;br /&gt;i need a master..who can be my sifu..&lt;br /&gt;or is it because my camera has only 4.0 mega pixels so the pics i took don look too nice..haha..excuses..&lt;br /&gt;SO LAME !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/1600/freeshow%20019.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/400/freeshow%20019.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/1600/freeshow%20002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/400/freeshow%20002.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and also..it is SO LAME to keep using the phrase SO LAME..&lt;br /&gt;but im using it for the sake of beeing SO LAME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..have been crapping a lot in my recent posts..should be more knowledgable next time..&lt;br /&gt;im already 19+ ..have to act like 20..haha..&lt;br /&gt;don wanna be the LAME school gal who talks a lot of nonsence anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wut a NATO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-115289432112475648?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/115289432112475648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=115289432112475648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/115289432112475648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/115289432112475648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2006/07/t-t-l-3.html' title='- t ! t L 3 -'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-115220769031806841</id><published>2006-07-07T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:05:29.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff'/><title type='text'>- mY 1st K@kUr0 gAm3 -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;heard of kakuro?&lt;br /&gt;well, Kakuro is my new fren..he is Sudoku's brother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudoku is also my fren..i used to be very fond of him..sometime in sem-2..i spent my study-time to play with Sudoku..he is so attractive..i juz cant stop enjoying my time with him..until Tonnes-of-Assignments forced me to leave Sudoku..i had to tell him.."Sorry, i guess this is not the right time.."&lt;br /&gt;Since then, Sudoku is left alone when i was drowned by studies, assignments and all sorts of troubles that kept me away from Sudoku.&lt;br /&gt;It was only after my 3rd sem finals that i chuck Sudoku into my bag whenever i go out..but i never take him out and start my new life with him..i know he is in my bag..but i just forget (perhaps) that i have him..maybe he is not attractive anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And one day, Ruby told me about Kakuro--Sudoku's brother..Ruby told me that Kakuro is far more challenging n exciting than Sudoku..&lt;br /&gt;(cool..sounds interesting..)&lt;br /&gt;i decided to find out how attractive this Kakuro is..so i searched for him at Google..i typed k-a-k-u-r-o..and then i chosed www.kakuro.com, believing that this address will link me to his official website..&lt;br /&gt;i read about Kakuro to know more about him..like wut Ruby said..Kakuro is indeed more charming than Sudoku..i wanted to try him...but never dare to introduce myself to him..as I was afraid that Sudoku might get jealous..plus i don want to be a two-timer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Kakuro keep appearing in my dreams, occupying my mind..i cant resist the temptation anymore.. so i went to www.kakuro.com again today n had a wonderful date with Kakuro..&lt;br /&gt;As i am still not familiar with Kakuro, it took me some time to get to know him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and understand him better..plus..in order to dominate him..i have to be patient and train harder..&lt;br /&gt;our date today lasted for slightly more than 30 minutes..i hope i am able to make our date brief in the future..&lt;br /&gt;coz..the shorter the time, the better i m..right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Kakuro and I on our first date.. I am so happy that i manage to try him out and complete him...muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/1600/1st%20kakuro.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/400/1st%20kakuro.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, if u dont believe me..try him out urself..Kakuro will give you great satisfaction if u manage to solve him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*anyway, the gal who dated Kakuro has gone slightly mad due to some unknown reason..that's why she is crapping here..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-115220769031806841?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/115220769031806841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=115220769031806841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/115220769031806841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/115220769031806841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-1st-kkur0-gam3.html' title='- mY 1st K@kUr0 gAm3 -'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-115056231691587410</id><published>2006-06-18T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:10:14.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s celebrate'/><title type='text'>* that's the end of foundation in medical sciences *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;finally, final exam for the 3rd semester is over..meaning..the entire course is over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M E R D E K A !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lazy to write much now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-115056231691587410?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/115056231691587410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=115056231691587410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/115056231691587410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/115056231691587410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2006/06/thats-end-of-foundation-in-medical.html' title='* that&apos;s the end of foundation in medical sciences *'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-114848659181776956</id><published>2006-05-24T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:19:09.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><title type='text'>- tH3 uN+!tL3d -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a little update bout my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final exam is juz 2 weeks away..yet..lecturers are still giving us assignments..i juz don understand y do u all like to give us assignments during the most hectic time..when we were free before mid semester why didnt u all give us some...y dont u all juz equalize the workload throughout the whole sem? ok..nth to complain..becoz we are so used to the last-minute-spirit of yours..right? well..no big deal..i'll juz do it..for the sake of doing..since you all are giving us all these for the sake of giving..arent you? nvm..nvm..i know u all well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what is playing in my mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie..so..these days..life..ppl..things..anything..is just so unpredictable..or should i say..mysterious..&lt;br /&gt;well..unpredictable life is predictable..so..that does no harm to me...&lt;br /&gt;but..ppl..mysterious..hmm..yah..mysterious..when u tot u know them well..but they turn out to give u lots of question marks about themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..ok..how m i going to say this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the one who i want you to know..&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know that..&lt;br /&gt;-i care, we care, n everyone cares for u&lt;br /&gt;-i m, we are, n everyone is worried bout u&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes..we..or maybe juz i..wonder..do u know whether wut u r doing right now is right?&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes..we..or maybe juz i..wonder..r u doing wut u r doing right now willingly?&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes..we..or maybe juz i..wonder..wut is the main priority to u now?&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes..we..or maybe juz i..wonder..r u still awake..just like u say u had?&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes..we..or maybe juz i..do feel that i m a busy body for bothering so much&lt;br /&gt;-but somehow..i don understand..if what u do is nth wrong..y is there opposition by so many ppl?&lt;br /&gt;-but somehow..it just seem to be not right? or is it juz my wrong perception?&lt;br /&gt;-but somehow..our priorities seem to have differed from each others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish to get all my doubts answered..but can u give me a clear answer? or do u hav the answer to urself?&lt;br /&gt;may god bless u..may our worries n concern..can be transformed into a protection to shield over u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-114848659181776956?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/114848659181776956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=114848659181776956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/114848659181776956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/114848659181776956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2006/05/th3-untl3d.html' title='- tH3 uN+!tL3d -'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-114745547529007592</id><published>2006-05-13T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:07:23.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing and Compassion'/><title type='text'>~ tH3 pLe@$uRe oF L0v!nG  ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was meant to be a good time resting n lazing around when exam is over n most of the classes are cancelled due to the preparatory class for entrance exam that involves all indon-bound students(who contribute to the majority of the students). yet, i never regret spending my time in sekolah khas klang helping. although staying in hostel allows me to pay back all the sleeping debt accumulated during exam week, it wont be meaningful afterall...n it will only make me lazier n lazier.. "working" in the special school was indeed tiring n exhausting, but it was satisfying.. we get nothing in return.. but the experience is truly a pleasure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..in today's society..the disabled are those who need the most help from ppl like us.. they need love n care..especially from normal ppl who are able to lend them a hand when they need it badly..some ppl have the concept that : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have better things to do than helping u coz i gain nth from u... &lt;/span&gt;aih..this is saddening..u can don help if u don want to but u cannot look down on them..u r hurting them.. they r also human..they are juz like us..they are also made of flesh n blood..they are juz our brothers..they are juz part of us.. im not asking everyone to be selfless..but..if we really want to help..help with our sincere heart but dont help for the sake of getting kudos.. n dont help them with the attitude that shows that they are so special..help them like u help ur brother or help ur fren...do respect them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz put urself in their shoes..wut if u r juz like them? have anyone ever thought of that.. n also..we never know..one day..they might turn out to be the one helping us with all their might..they do have their abilities.. do love them.. like u love ur siblings..everyone is a gift from god..no one is specially special... we are all the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, spending 3 days in the school, we realised that..the kids may not be physically or mentally as normal as the school kids outside..but they are much more friendlier and kind-hearted..y is it so? answer unknown..but they are adorable.. many of them will keep calling us "kakak"! "kakak"! n start chatting with us...they are so cute...one boy even send us flying kisses..haha..im sure they like visitors.. and they show their love to anyone...since they can love everyone..so y cant we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright..what did we do in these 3 days? basically sketching n painting murals...more n more came to help over the days..n we hav got one wall completed..nothing special happened but we did enjoy ourselves...especially when it rained n we had to wait for it to stop... lazy to tell much here...let the pictures do their job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/1600/edited%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/400/edited%2001.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the boys enjoyed posing when we snapped their pics..&lt;br /&gt;n there's this gal who invited me into her classroom (her teacher was inside!) n wanted to take picture..so sweet of her..&lt;br /&gt;the children practising for their sports day..the boy was trying to sit on the balloon..but he was to small that the chair slided off..luckily his teacher managed to grab him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/1600/edited%2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/400/edited%2003.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha..a small kitten likes liongy so much..keep going to him..n liongy keep backing off..n teck pei seems to sayang the meow meow so much...but i think the kitty still likes liongy more..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/1600/edited%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/400/edited%2002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;thanks to jien yeen, sher, tas, yentsen for making the stencil..sorry n thanks to benita n jos coz the one u guys help to make cant be used..blame me for bad planning..sorry yo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;thanks to iggy,liongy,tas for spraying the oath on the wall..first 2 lines was spoiled by erin..kaka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;teck pei oi..help me hold the ladder lah..y posing with the umbrella..if i fall the paint will go on ur head u know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;boys n gals busy painting..thank u everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/1600/edited%2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/400/edited%2004.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;photo session after the hardwork..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n thanks to the entertainers..clownie n moo-moo (not in the pic)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;erin with the moo-moo's rabbit ears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-114745547529007592?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/114745547529007592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=114745547529007592' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/114745547529007592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/114745547529007592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2006/05/th3-pleure-of-l0vng.html' title='~ tH3 pLe@$uRe oF L0v!nG  ~'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-114697103521736164</id><published>2006-05-07T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:19:09.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><title type='text'>^ h@v i cHanGeD 0r h@v ! nOt  ^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;phew..exam is over..another month to go n i'll be out of this place..yoohoo..cant wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..anyway..i realised i juz don know myself lately..kinda hard for me to say that out..but i juz wish i can go to another new world..i no longer want to stay at the situation like this right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-114697103521736164?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/114697103521736164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=114697103521736164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/114697103521736164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/114697103521736164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2006/05/hv-i-changed-0r-hv-not.html' title='^ h@v i cHanGeD 0r h@v ! nOt  ^'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-114525720490086688</id><published>2006-04-17T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:23:24.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through my eyes'/><title type='text'>- dA c@mP -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;juz came back from the Biro Tatanegara Camp..did learn something there..realised that it's time for us to learn what we are supposed to..which are things such as the country's politic, economy and also about the world outside..yeah..had gain new insights through this camp...(lazy to list them out here &gt;.&lt; ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, we are quite curious about their main motif of sending us to the camp..coz some sentimental racial issues are brought up..not by us but by the fasciliatators themselves..and in certain aspects..their ways of thinking is kinda extreme..hmm...dont wanna talk much bout it here...  anyway..i juz hope that the way i see things like this all this while is not wrong..in fact..a lot of us have positive perception on the nation...but we just dont understand why they might have thought we are not..  confusing yet..unexplainable.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k...forget bout this...  well..did have some fun at the camp..altho my muscles are still aching after the 2km run at the slopes..it was not bad actually..i know i don hav stamina..haha..but anyway..i completed the run..not the fastest but not the slowest though..  the best part is...i did abseiling...TWICE..haha..it wasn't scarry as i thought it would be..it is so much less thrilling than roller coasters or solero shot..haha...n i did it twice..wanted to try walking down "horizontally" from the 10 metres high-tower like demonstrated by the coach...but they didnt allow me to do so coz i muz at least do the normal sliding down for 10 times before i can "walk" down...  we didn't hav the chance to try out flying fox due to the rain and some maintenance work need to be done on the things... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days camping + 1 day holiday..back to college tml..gonna be exhausted with the hectic life again...nvm...it's a routine... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-114525720490086688?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-114458720393633191</id><published>2006-04-09T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:20:26.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing and Compassion'/><title type='text'>THE ROAD NOT TAKEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And sorry I could not travel both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And looked down one as far as I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Though as for that the passing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Had worn them really about the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And both that morning equally lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And that has made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-- Robert Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;eah..life is indeed full of events with choices when we need to make decision...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;like this poem very much...for a reason unknown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;do hope wutever decision i made n will make, i will be blessed with success and no hitch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;though, every circumstances in life has the force of making us realise and learn, and thus, grow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;im looking forward to my life ahead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;do i sound like tomorrow is too unpredicatable? i feel funny of myself.. haha  [&gt;.&lt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-114458720393633191?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/114458720393633191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=114458720393633191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/114458720393633191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/114458720393633191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2006/04/road-not-taken.html' title='THE ROAD NOT TAKEN'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-114433521920942138</id><published>2006-04-06T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:21:18.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><title type='text'>方成校长~荣休愉快</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/1600/hwongseng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/320/hwongseng.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;突然获知校长将在明天退休，有点遗憾、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;有点&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;惭愧。遗憾的是，无法回校与其他同学一同欢送校长；惭愧的是，自从中五毕业后，对学校动态竟然一无所知。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;方成校长是一位了不起的校长。他对日新国中抱着很大的期望，也从不放弃的作出许多改革，目的是为了让这间名校日新、日新、又&lt;/span&gt;日新！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;校长在任时，不少人对校长的功劳与奉献不了解，往往认为校长在做一些不比学生成绩等等重要的事情。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;其实，校长所付出的一切，无非是对学校的未来打下稳固的基础，铺上通往巅峰的道路。如今，校长荣休了，大家是否对他的离去有些舍不得呢？是否已开始对校长的功劳感到感激万分？虽然已不再就读日新，我却感到有些不舍。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;久违了的校园里，几乎每个角落都有方校长辛苦做出的改变,留下来的影子。这全都是校长精心策划，加上校友们的热心捐款及报效，以及师生们共同努力创出的。大家的汗水，灌溉这片孕育许多人才的土地，培育出日新人的生命。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;别了，方成校长！我最敬佩的校长！大家心目中的好校长！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;祝您，安好！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do visit wei fu's blog  n listen to what he says about our beloved mr hwong seng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://imgodslove.blogspot.com/2006/04/bid-farewell-to-our-beloved-school.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/20389005-114433521920942138?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/114433521920942138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=114433521920942138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/114433521920942138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/114433521920942138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_06.html' title='方成校长~荣休愉快'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-114390688974305222</id><published>2006-04-01T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:10:14.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s celebrate'/><title type='text'># aPr!L Fo0Ls d@Y #</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today is the 1st of April...when i was young... i used to look forward to this day...but now...1st of April is just another ordinary day in the calendar...&lt;br /&gt;never thought of playing pranks on people...i think the last time i did was during form 5...i exchanged 2 of my frens' school bag...coz they have the same bag...well...i was notty at tat time...n i think i m always notty...but right now...there r much more important things in my life that has to be done...so...shouldnt be notty...coz being notty takes time...haha...&lt;br /&gt;however...i m fooled today...totally unexpected...i forgot that...even if i dont plan to trick others...others will do that to me...haha...i m fooled by one of my best frens n her bf...saying that they broke up...hmph...made me so worry...&lt;br /&gt;hun wen n kent... both of u r damn good in acting lah...have fun...&lt;br /&gt;happy april fools day everyone..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-114390688974305222?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-114382910584859675</id><published>2006-04-01T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:19:09.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><title type='text'>- 谎言 -</title><content type='html'>前几天，&lt;br /&gt;我说谎了。&lt;br /&gt;为什么呢？&lt;br /&gt;是在欺骗自己，&lt;br /&gt;还是欺骗别人？&lt;br /&gt;我自己也不太清楚。&lt;br /&gt;反正，&lt;br /&gt;我说谎了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-114382910584859675?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/114382910584859675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><title type='text'>@.@ n0tH!nG Int3R3stInG @.@</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;back in my home in penang...apply leave to attend my aunt's wedding...aih...another boring week...nothing much to say...workload attacking...zzzzz...dont feel like reporting...blek...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-114312912127567761?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/114312912127567761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=114312912127567761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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random'/><title type='text'>- i M a LazY iDioT -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3rd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;semester had started for 2 weeks...n wut have i been doing? went to genting n malacca in the first week...n all classes have started in the second week in fact...BUT...i am still not in a serious study mood...i m having problem in waking up in the morning...nearly missed the bus today...woke up at 7.23 am only when my housemate woke me up...ran n ran to catch the 7:30 bus and was scolded by the bus uncle for being one of the last to board the bus...serve me right...then i realised...i forgot my file...this means i m going to class with nothing...wut an idiot...i muz be strict to myself...no fooling around...but juz now my friend lure me to online...and now i m online...when only can i start to be serious to strive hard for my last sem??? aiyah...scold me pls...remind me pls...but still..i have to depend on myself...the idiot must die...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-114251939408106879?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/114251939408106879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=114251939408106879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/114251939408106879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/114251939408106879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-m-lazy-idiot.html' title='- i M a LazY iDioT -'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-114101744159907951</id><published>2006-02-27T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:20:26.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing and Compassion'/><title type='text'>~ 小 品 一 则 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;窗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;窗是“借景”的艺术，它是微妙的一幅画。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;从实用和生活化，他渐变成审美的艺术。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;每个窗景，都有不同意境之妙的画意，让人感觉它的自然、美感、艺术趣味和美学理论。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;窗，也让你发现文明世界不断向更高级发展的规律。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;人生是一次再次秘密迁徒，人的内心世界，可通过眼睛去了解的，那就是潜藏在我们内心的窗。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;只有用心去寻找心，真诚叩访，去迎接一切对我们撇开水窗的善良，才会帮助我们打破自闭的拘囿，才能使灵魂自由飞翔。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;许加军&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;很久没读报纸，今天在读《星洲日报》，就读到这么一篇，觉得蛮有意思的，不过有点抽象。虽然还不太懂其中的意义，还是希望可以和大家分享，享受生命及人生的美丽！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-114101744159907951?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/114101744159907951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=114101744159907951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/1600/edit%20stitch%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/400/edit%20stitch%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yo yo yo..i think this is one of the best things i did during this holiday...it's a STITCH mask...haha...&lt;br /&gt;first of all..thank to my sis for bothering me to help her make a mask for her art lesson...everytime i come back home from shah alam..she would never let me rest..forcing me to do her drawing...colouring...wutever homework...argh...if i dont do for her..she'll yell...n scream...n throw her tantrum...this is the privilege of being the youngest...&lt;br /&gt;but this time..i offer to help her to make a mask...she wants a princess mask...but i say she's prettier than the princess i can draw..haha...wanted to draw her a clown but she doesnt want..she wants a winnie the pooh...aiyah...im not good in drawing pooh bear ler...then i saw this stitch keychain n decided to make a stitch mask...i used to like lilo n stitch so much...so i got so excited...i cant hesitate to make a mask...so i set to work immediately...&lt;br /&gt;first...i draw this monster...never tried drawing it...n oops...i din know that it looks quite a real after i color it...&lt;br /&gt;for the coloring part...i have to mix the blue with a few blue crayons...one color cant give the real stitch color...haha...the ear too..i mixed pink with light lilac...haha...my mask is done...in 1 hour's time...&lt;br /&gt;feel so proud of myself...first time coming out with such a piece of ''product''...great satisfaction...wakaka...&lt;br /&gt;as for the last pic..i need to do some explanation...i did the mask for my sis...so i measure her head lah..then i decided to make another one for her n keep this for myself...so...my head is too big to fit in...or perhaps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as a matter of fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; my head is big ...juz like wut MR FATTY TEH likes to say...so...tat's y the last pic looks so weird n out of place...&lt;br /&gt;if i m free...i might make lilo...n wut else can i make..any suggestion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-114088538814892745?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/114088538814892745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-114067087393003691</id><published>2006-02-23T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T02:56:36.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing and Compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through my eyes'/><title type='text'>^*^ gRe3nErY + $uNL!ghT = nAtUr3 ^*^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/1600/february037.0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/320/february037.0.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;yeah~! it's holiday..this might be the last holiday i can enjoy coz after 3rd sem i might need to prepare to fly...INDIA...here i come~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..Botanical Gardens is a place worth going to me..never regret waking up early in the morning to accompany my mom there..at first i was so reluctant..feeling so sleepy n want to hug my darling pillow longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;..anyway..i managed to grab my camera n went in the car to continue my sleep..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow..it was so cooling n refreshing in the garden..surrounded by green plants n colorful flowers..everything is juz too beautiful..every corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; has its own beauty n uniqueness..&lt;br /&gt;the moment i like best is when the sunlight shines through the shades of leaves..leaving shadows on the ground..morning sun is real nice..it is warm..it is gentle..all i could find here is..tranquility...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..now my camera has to wake up to work for me..took lots n lots of photographs..i wonder..will ppl think that this gal is silly..taking picture here n there..as if never seen flowers n leaves before.. (=.=) haha..&lt;br /&gt;photos taken when there is sunlight n when there is not do make big difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;s..to me..i prefer sunlight..coz the photos will look more lively..n it symbolizes the beginning of a beautiful n energetic day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time...i wish to stay all day long in botanical gardens..so that i can see the differences of the plants at different hours..dif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ferent angle of the shadows when the intensity of sunlight changes...&lt;br /&gt;flowers are beautiful..so do the leaves..n the sunlight..they create the beauty of nature..which is the root of all lives..so..everybody's life is beautiful too.. (*v*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go around the world..to visit all the beautiful gardens..at different seasons..it can be a small..normal..garden..but im sure it has its own beauty..coz it's part of the Mother Nature...whose beauty will never fade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/1600/february067.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/200/february067.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumble bee at work...flying from flower to flower..collecting nectar..look..this pic is a bit dull coz i'v blocked the sunlight when taking this photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/1600/february097.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2041/200/february097.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;there's another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;discovery in the gardens..a silly panda found her favourite bamboo..n wanted to chew up all the leaves..but was caught red handed by the gardener..with this photo as the evidence..panda oh panda..wut a day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-114067087393003691?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/114067087393003691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=114067087393003691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/114067087393003691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/114067087393003691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2006/02/gre3nery-unlght-natur3_23.html' title='^*^ gRe3nErY + $uNL!ghT = nAtUr3 ^*^'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-113872607588177561</id><published>2006-02-01T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:19:09.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><title type='text'>* gOng x! fA Ca! *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hi hi there.. it has been ages since i last updated my bloggie..nobody miss me right? haha..&lt;br /&gt;well..wut had i been doing lately? practically..not much..same old routine...go to class..eat..sleep..study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya..been to tanjung karang for a homestay cum community service thingy..the best thing i enjoyed there is cycling ..cycling an old bicycle with baskets in front n at the back..as if i m selling cucumber...haha..it's really fun to go around the kampung on a bicycle..altho it cant go fast like motocycles..but it is still faster than walking..n wut i gain after cycling is...more melanin pigment...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;but one thing which i regret is...i din bring my camera...so i cant take nice pictures... :( that's the saddest thing...i cant capture the pictures of the nice orchids in my foster mom's house n also the nice river running down along the road i cycle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops...my mid sem results are out...i hav nth to say bout my results coz i din put in effort...i  hav to admit this...but i think i m quite lucky to get ''considered not bad'' results lah...anyway i must not depend too much on luck...i muz work harder harder harder...to get results that come from my own hardship...no more last minute work loh...reminding myself everyday...but because it is chinese new year right now...too much distraction lah...haha...the toughest subject is anatomy i guess...lecturer is going so fast...how to catch up...my goodness...aih...nvm...18 february is not too far...finals will be over soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting sleepy d...dunno wut m i typing here...gong xi fa cai lah everybody...whoever is married...give me angpow yo...nothing interesting to share with u guys here this time...bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-113872607588177561?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/113872607588177561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389005&amp;postID=113872607588177561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/113872607588177561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389005/posts/default/113872607588177561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/2006/02/gong-x-fa-ca.html' title='* gOng x! fA Ca! *'/><author><name>3R1N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539386000386970275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-113697077765999169</id><published>2006-01-11T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:07:23.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing and Compassion'/><title type='text'>&lt; A s+oRy tO Sh@Re w!Th Ev3rYoNe &gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    "Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.  One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;THERE IS TREMENDOUS HAPPINESS IN MAKING OTHERS HAPPY, DESPITE YOUR OWN SITUATIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;SHARED GRIEF IS HALF THE SORROW; BUT HAPPINESS WHEN SHARED, IS DOUBLED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;table  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(160, 198, 229);" width="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;table  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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ffq7rcLrU8/Tg9evFMtujI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mNx4Dooh00/s220/india.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389005.post-113692045933823307</id><published>2006-01-11T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:08:18.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigo'/><title type='text'>* f R ! e N d S h I p *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;"A true friend is someone who is there for you when he'd rather be anywhere else." -- Len Wein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;riendship forever" plain, simple, always seen in autographs, n meaningful. many must have wondered...how meaningful is it?&lt;br /&gt;everyone wishes to really keep in contact or rather never part with frens when they enjoy the moment they cherish together. yet, at this age, after we graduate from high school n go to different places to further our studies n to realise our dreams, we have to leave our old frens and meet new frens. when everyone is busy with their own new lives, they tend to forget their old frens. no...the word 'forget' shouldnt be used...should say it in a better way...they r juz too busy to remember at certain moments...so pls dont blame them...&lt;br /&gt;when frens seldom keep in contact eventho they promised to do so...they dont really mean that they don want to keep in touch with each other...some might think that..." oh...he or she muz have forgotten me " or " he or she might have his or her own new frens now...so it doesnt matter if i don remember her as i m happy with my own new frens now too "...excuse me...pls dont think this way...as long as you were once friends...it will never change until forever...no matter how new or old friends are...they last forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, dont ever ask wut hav ur frens given u...how often or how willing are they to help u...how much hav they sacrificed for u...dont judge ur frens by the level of happiness they can bring to u...ask urself...hav u given ur frens ur most precious smile....hav u always been helping them when they need aid...how much hav u sacrificed for them n how successful are u in making them happy all the time...dont demand everything from anyone u call them frens...nor leave them if they dont meet ur expectations....coz u would never know when would u need their help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason i wish to bring this up tonight is...i wish to let everyone that i know knows...eventhough i might have forgotten ur name...eventhough i might have forgotten how u look like...no matter are u my acquaintance or my fren...u r always in my mind...i might not contact u often...or i dont even hav ur contact numbers to keep in touch with u...i will still remember u...although we wont have chance to meet anymore...&lt;br /&gt;to all my kindergarten ( too young??? i still remember some), primary school, secondary schools, colleges, RC, YCA, KMK friends.... everyone n everyone who i had said HI before...we are always frens...u are always someone who had once left footprints in my heart...so all my wishes go to u all every now n then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wut i want to say here is...i don mind if u all are too busy to drop a hi to me...coz everyone is busy with their own stuff...no matter where u are...juz take good care of yourself...which is the best way to tell me that u r fine...hope everyone can understand that...ur frens are busy with their own matters...so they might not be able to send u greetings...don blame them if they forget ur birthdays...or they never express their concern to u... because sometimes...we ourselves forget to do so too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz remember...anyone out there...(not including strangers who i never known).. u r always in my heart...i will always be your friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Good friends are like stars....You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; 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is over...it wasnt that bad afterall to sit for exam early in the year...but i m not really in the mood of relaxing...altho i M relaxing...coz even during study week n exam week...i was relaxing...enjoying my life...what's wrong with me?? enjoying my life at the wrong time...haha...went back home for the study week...reminded myself so manytimes that i have to concentrate...be disciplined...n study hard for exam...BUT...never keep my own promise though...glued to my bed n pillows...stucked in the sofa n couldnt get up n leave the tv...that's how i prepared for my exam...big bad gal...in the end hav to do last minute studies...without feeling the urgency...my goodness...that's why i cannot blame anyone but myself for not completing my chemistry n for not being able to do maths...&lt;br /&gt;but since it is now over d...so let it be...anyway...have to make sure i stop fooling around...muz work harder for the next 'SEMi'ester...hey there...do remind me often k? coz i juz realised that life is beautiful...n im in a happy mood everyday...so that's y i m relaxing....coz i m so glad i can have a happy life to enjoy...(isnt this a lame excuse?)...aiyah...don care lah...let me enjoy myself to the fullest for these few days before i go back to college...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;oh well...im back in penang now...went straight to pudu station to take bus back right after exam...n i m back in my home sweet home...yeah...back at home wut have i done...it's the most suitable time to eat n sleep right now...but i didnt...i had been spending my time online to read about PANDAs...yoohoo...pandas are really really cute...i love them so much...how nice if i have a chance to volunteer in sichuan wolong giant panda research centre...i really muz go there one day...dont mind spending my entire life there too...&lt;br /&gt;oops...daydreaming again...but i really want to see pandas...play with them...feed them...eee...so cute...i dont mind if they bully me also...haha...&lt;br /&gt;ok...back to reality...seriously...i must not enjoy too much d...one more month to go before finals...n this time we have more chapters to cover...last sem...we were wondering whether can they make it...but this time...we need not ask...they can definitely finish the syllabus in time...we are the ones who need to put in more effort...so no time to lose...ganbatte kudasai erin...ganbatte kudasai everyone...&lt;br /&gt;well...well...well...i dunno whether is it suitable to say this or not...hmmm...ok nvm...anyway...striving for one's goal is important...gaining success is definitely a great satisfaction...but i think...if everyone helps each other...strives together...the success that we gained together will be more meaningful...isnt it so...aiyah...i dunno how to express wut i want to tell...how how how? anyway...no man is an island...we survive because of others too...especially students like us who are away from home...so helping each other is a good chance to help ourselves too...aiyah...okok...just dont be so self-centred and care for urself and be so kiasu...care for others too...coz we always need other ppls help although it can be indirect...or perhaps...sometimes we juz dunno that we are being self-centred and selfish?&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i get my point myself...dunno how to express myself...time to sleep i guess...&lt;br /&gt;hopefully everyone can live a happy life n live in harmony...care for everyone altho they are neither ur closest family member nor ur closest fren...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389005-113674548585288453?l=3r1n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3r1n.blogspot.com/feeds/113674548585288453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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2005...hmmm...it has been a meaningful n memorable year for me...i've learnt and gone through many many things...that make me more ''mature''..haha..whatever i've learnt...whatever i've gained...whatever i've enjoyed...i really appreciate it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...it's normal for us to encounter all the ups and downs in life...one important thing is...we have to accept it...and appreciate it no matter how good or bad the situation is....everything happens for a reason...whether is it good or bad...it depends on how u see it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a more ''mature'' person in a whole new year...everything will be good, happy, wonderful, awesome for me...may the world is filled with peace and happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly...thanks to all my family and friends and whoever that i know...thanks for all the support and help and care throughout 2005...without u all...there wont be me, being able to see this world as a beautiful paradise...thanks....love u 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