<?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-18396420</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:54:49.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thus begins the age of Strider........</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-115466990895937659</id><published>2006-08-04T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T13:38:28.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cynic and the Idealist</title><content type='html'>I wrote and recorded another song recently. The recording is kinda rough and fuzzy. Not good at all. But I will rerecord it later and get a better version. Starting to get on fire with writing songs. I guess we all burn with passion for something sometimes. Like all fires, we need something to feed on. Hopefully I will continue finding it. And if it sucks,  I DUN CARE!!!!!! CAUSE I TRIED ENOUGH TO PLEASE MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cynic and the Idealist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think life is unfair&lt;br /&gt;No one ever really cares&lt;br /&gt;Every virtue is behind a hidden mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your outer self just bares this scars&lt;br /&gt;Showing them just who you are&lt;br /&gt;A warning sign for those who hope to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know sometimes its just so hard&lt;br /&gt;To go against a phobia of the heart&lt;br /&gt;You are a image of the past&lt;br /&gt;Though now you are faded in colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And youre so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But you're just misunderstood ( And Im so in love with you)&lt;br /&gt;Won't you carry me across your borders&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you when u smile&lt;br /&gt;Though it rarely comes out now&lt;br /&gt;It may worth a million years of my patience&lt;br /&gt;But I will wait on you&lt;br /&gt;I will wait on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always nice to have someone&lt;br /&gt;To testify your memories&lt;br /&gt;And to be the keeper of your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You deserve so much more&lt;br /&gt;Than what you've ever had before&lt;br /&gt;All you gotta do is shine thru the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that this is not a sign of weakness&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need you as much as you need me&lt;br /&gt;Won't you open up the gates that you've closed&lt;br /&gt;That I've been clinging so desperately on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you sick of all those cheesy lines&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate all those glittering lies&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you heard this all before&lt;br /&gt;Standard procedure to walk to the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait&lt;br /&gt;Won't you just take a step of faith&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but everything to lose&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;the only way that I'm different&lt;br /&gt;Is by the fact that I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis is the link to dwld it. Haha, I'm not going to explain the song. I rather let ppl interpret it for themselves. There is beauty in diverse points of view. But we still share a world. If only we could try to understand beyond ourselves, then maybe things would be better.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/28114066/The_Cynic_and_the_Idealist.WAV.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/28114066/The_Cynic_and_the_Idealist.WAV.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strider signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-115466990895937659?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/115466990895937659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=115466990895937659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/115466990895937659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/115466990895937659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/08/cynic-and-idealist.html' title='The Cynic and the Idealist'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-115452778977670471</id><published>2006-08-02T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:09:49.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ma</title><content type='html'>Wondering How I look like way in the days before ?&lt;br /&gt;This is something i did for mothers day&lt;br /&gt;It SuXoRs&lt;br /&gt;But at least i tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/mommysbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/mommysbday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And damn&lt;br /&gt;Its too small.&lt;br /&gt;For ppl to see anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I SuXORs still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-115452778977670471?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/115452778977670471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=115452778977670471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/115452778977670471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/115452778977670471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-ma.html' title='Happy Birthday Ma'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-115452734642127042</id><published>2006-08-02T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:02:26.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School Bash</title><content type='html'>Yeash, another Lincoln event with music and alchohol. Typical. Just that this time u dress up in your high school uniform, which  I don't happen to have because I had already gave it away during my college days. So i just pretended I was a prefect or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently quite lazy, so Im not going to label my pictures too. I became photograher that nite so here are some, not all, of the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0470.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0471.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0472.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0474.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0476.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0486.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0478.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0477.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0491.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0487.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0490.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0490.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0493.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0495.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0497.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0498.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0502.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0509.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0511.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0512.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0519.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0524.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_0526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_0526.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;No I didnt get wasted&lt;br /&gt;It was an overall okay night.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-115452734642127042?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/115452734642127042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=115452734642127042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/115452734642127042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/115452734642127042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-to-school-bash.html' title='Back To School Bash'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-115398174395848171</id><published>2006-07-27T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:29:04.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to K3</title><content type='html'>Helloz again. This post is has been overdue for some time. Its not my fault. I'm just a lazy blogger. Okies. Here goes. K3 you guyz rock !!!! Probably the best classmates I've had collectively over my life. Anywayz, thanks for the trip to Genting. Thanks for the trip to Klang. Thank you Ghee June for taking us on your Klang tour, although the dark corners of your school were pretty scary. Plus, why does everyone in Klang want to race ????? Anywayz, Klang is a cool place. The food anywayz.  We must have another Bak Kut Teh trip again when I come back !!!! And we shall have a trip to somewhere else to!!! Maybe Redang or something, doesn't matter as long as you guys are there !! I shall miss all those movie days at GSC 1 Utama. And those yam cha nights at Murni, or Munnie as John put it. And Earthquake nights too !!!! Btws here are the photos from the earthquake night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_2319.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2319.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im with stupid revisited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_2320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2320.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joe, Me and Ghee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_2321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2321.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing cool bout us is we aint shy to look stupid.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_2322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2322.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or gay.............. in fact i remember a darn lotsa gay pics we have............... maybe too many. Ahh, the good old gay days.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_2326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2326.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my short friend Chor Yeow. I let him look taller in this for his ego's sake. I shall visit u in Melbourne some time !!! Don't forget me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_2328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2328.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me Kirsty, the unofficial k3 member and Aaron............. i still remember the time they were both trying to be cute in the library......... brrrr........... hahaha. U guys rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_2329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2329.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and my doggy............... chambers or champ. Still fat. But still cuddly. And adorable and cute. Words that  I usually do not use. But I make an exception for him. I shall miss u !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_1673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_1673.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yes, the days of wasting thousands of MBs of space on camwhoring. Yea, I'll admit I love camwhoring. Never leave your camera unattended around me................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies guyz. I shall be back. Miss me and pray for me. But I will be back for 2 and a half months!!! Woooo..................though SAM is over , K3 lives on!!! Oh yea , we shall go jamming this time too........ Joe Josh and John ! Get your guitars and drum sticks ready !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-115398174395848171?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/115398174395848171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=115398174395848171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/115398174395848171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/115398174395848171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/07/tribute-to-k3.html' title='Tribute to K3'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-115382781363657286</id><published>2006-07-25T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T19:43:33.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There and Back Again</title><content type='html'>Helloz ppl. Im back in Adelaide. Again. Only this time, I'm not a newbie no more. Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Still childish, but newbie no more. Promise I'll update more.&lt;br /&gt;But expect what u would expect for new year's resolutions : They barely last. But u know me enough to not be dissappointed already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, highlight of my trip back : I got to sit business class. Yep. For what ? The price was just going back to Adelaide a day later. And I also got a RM400 refund. How did it happen ? Okay, first I went all the way to KLIA on Friday expecting that I would have a sit in the airplane since I already booked and even CONFIRMED it much earlier. But I was a little late due to some mishaps. So................ cut a long story short. After ages of waiting, the MAS attendant says : SOrry, there is no way u can get on the plane because its full. No way. Sorry, we overbooked. Me and my parents : Pissed. Angry. Frustrated. Until.............. they gave us compensation. I get to sit business class the next day. Woo hoo! Plus RM 400 compensation. Yep. Great !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next day i got to surprise my friends at the usual football gathering. Great. Got to go CC for one more day. Yea. Now back in Adelaide ready for a new start. GOtta study harder. New life new challenges. Good luck Patrick. Signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-115382781363657286?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/115382781363657286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=115382781363657286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/115382781363657286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/115382781363657286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-and-back-again.html' title='There and Back Again'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-115220455067073996</id><published>2006-07-06T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T00:49:10.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home.......</title><content type='html'>Well, its been more than a month since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the excuse this time is a little more legitimate .&lt;br /&gt;Exams.&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing interesting happening during exams. And I was busy studying. No that's a lie. I was never busy studying. Just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, exams ended on the 24th. But I probably did badly. Never studied properly. Never was consistent. Just reluctant to move. Inertia : The tendency of a body to resist acceleration; the tendency of a body at rest to remain at rest or of a body in straight line motion to stay in motion in a straight line unless acted on by an outside force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm gonna commit more next semester. Take things a little more seriously.  Work harder. But I will be liable to any of this words which I have concoct to inspire and motivate myself in a later time. Haha, when something happens to often, you roughly know how its going to end. But humans are not that predictable. Hope, something we grasp on. It may be our greatest ally. May it be for stupidity or for success. It will drive us. Hope. If there is hope, even a little ounce, even with the odds against it, it will drive. What drives u then ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the philosophy. Anywayz, what did I do after exams ? Shop, play dota, waste time. Gotta continue writing songs. I guess its inbuild. The need to write. To express yourself. Your creativity. I have to write. Its not a choice. Hahaha........ sounds a little cheesy. Going down the "its your calling, its your destiny" road. Sorry, but i am a little cynical when it comes to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I arrived back on Thurday night. My parents had no knowledge of me coming back. A little decision of mine to surprise them. Well, it had to cost some money considering the taxi fair. But some things are priceless. Just like that mastercard advert. Or was it visa. Or something. The shock on your parents faces ? Priceless............. We then had a good chat over hokkien mee. Which was good. After a long time. We always need something new to stimulate ourselves. Notice that we are more hungry when we eat something new ? Its like ice cream after a massive dinner course. There is always space for ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok movin on. Friday- what did we do ? Woke up, then went to friends house after breakfast. Chilled for a moment then we had lunch out and then played futsal. Scored a number of goals. Which was refreshing. Later we had Min Lip's farwell at some steamboat place at Taman Mayang. That was good. It had been too long. Then we watching Germany VS Argentina at Duck's place. End of Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- GENTING !!!! Met up with my K3 friends and we headed to Genting for a day trip. For more pls visit tsencai.blogspot.com to view pictures. Woo hoo. It was a great trip. Got to seat on most of the thrilling rides.............. like the space shot and corkscrew. W00t. And spend some time with the best class mates ever. And told them some of lame jokes I learned from Adelaide. Hahaha. Great day. Ended it at Asia Cafe with a dinner of sotong and sting ray. Or some kind of ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- Chilin and resting at home. At night went to play boardgames at settlers cafe near Atria with Min LIp, Weeks and Teikz. Then went to Williams to eat. And then went to foosball. And we ended the day crashing at Weeks place. Then we called ppl at round 4.00 am. First it was Keks. Lasted for 10 minutes b4 he got angry and slammed the phone. Next we called Li Vern, who suprising talked to us for like 1 hour. Which Min Lip recorded some parts on his phone. Then we crashed at like 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Woke up at 12. Watched WC and at chips. Then we went for KFC lunch in Atria. Then we went for another round of boardgames. We played Zombies. Which I won after 3 hours of non-stop backstabbing and sabotaging. Muahahaha. I didnt actually win outright. Ppl wanted to go home so yea, they let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday -  Movie day. Went out with K3 again !!! Watched Superman at 1 Utama GSC. It was me Aaron, Ghee June, Joshua, Kirsty and ...... CHor YEOW !!! BAck from Melbourne Uni !!!! Yeay !! It was really good to see Chor Yeow after all this time. STill short la. But nvm. Hahahaha. Watched the movie chilled at a cafe. Which i have forgotten the name. At night went out with friends from Adelaide. Ryan, Jasmine, Elaine and Alvin. We had a drink at Asia cafe and then went for pool and foos at Asia club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weds- Practically did nutz in the Morning and Afrternoon. But at night, Me Aaron Choong Khin and Ah Fai went to Klang. First we met up with Ghee June and he took us to Kok Pin's house. Although its in a quiet dark street, I just realized how rich the guy was. 11 cars !!! 5 mercedes!!! freakin big house!!!! And of course he is still the same. Horny as a buck. Then we went out for lala and hokkien mee and kuey teow. Wow, that was one of the best suppers I had in a long time. Seriously. Klang has good food. And ghee as a good tour guide took us sight seeing in his beloved Klang. We got to see his school and istana and stuff. Then we went to cyber at like 1.30 am and played till 3 am . Good game of CS which I havent touch for freakin long. Then we watched the game in Chor Yeows house till 5. Thank God it ended in 90 minutes. I almost KOed. Crashed in Chor Yeow's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs- Wake up. For lunch as usual. And we went for Bak Kut Teh. There's a reason the Bak Kut Teh capital is in Klang and that meal certified that fact. .... &lt;---- what kind of English is that . Anywayz, great meal. I really missed these outings we always had last year in SAM. Where we just ate and chillled whether in Klang, PJ, Kemuning ( Joe's area) or Taman Tun. Lol, I just realized we havent gone to Cheras ( Kwee's area) .  Then after lunch we went to the cyber in Asia Cafe and had a good game of DoTA which we won. Then chiow. At least I've been busy these few days. Been having fun back here in Msia. Until nexttime folks. Sorry no photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to tsencai.blogspot.com to see genting pics. Hurry or u will miss it. He updates it fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-115220455067073996?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/115220455067073996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=115220455067073996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/115220455067073996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/115220455067073996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/07/home.html' title='Home.......'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-114914991908560432</id><published>2006-06-01T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T19:28:07.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 19th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/Patrick"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had a surprise birthday party. Which I actually expected on my actual birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my brother in law came to my room and said, " Eh, your sister got fever. She's burning up. WE need you to send her to the hospital. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: My brother in law Richard cant drive. He is 25 going on 26. He has no license. Which is always a subject of humor when we talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for that, I got changed. Else I would look even more horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off we go to the third for KMB and before i knew it i had walked into the trap. Caught off guard and dunno what to say. There is a video of this but I dunno how to put it up. Kinda embarrassing watching yourself get embarrassed. Its like so many ppl all around and youre expected to give this great inspiring speech. I just said thank you. Well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/Patrick%27s%20Birthday%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of the cake. That is not my hand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/Patrick%27s%20Birthday%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is part of the crowd of attendees. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/Patrick%27s%20Birthday%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me in my new ah beng army hairstyle. Stupid hairdresser cut it too short. I guess I'll have to wait for it to grow. Anywayz, don't want to distract too many chicks during exam period. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/Patrick%27s%20Birthday%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and the MU Fans . THey are thinking of converting to Liverpool now that they have seen the light. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/Patrick%27s%20Birthday%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jono. One of the guys who caught me for a pink belly. What is a pink belly ? Its a sabotage. All the guys catch hold of you, open up your shirt and start hitting your belly till it turns pink. Guess I showed them how hard my six pack was. Well, I got saboed on my birthday. You will see what else they did. I gave him a cake in the face for revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/355/sbirthday0181iq.jpg" width="610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class picture.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img163.imageshack.us/img163/163/sbirthday0202oe.jpg" width="610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the chicks............. muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img62.imageshack.us/img62/1939/sbirthday0220mw.jpg" width="610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they didn't do it just because its my birthday............... seriously ! Seriously, really. Why did you say im lying ? Im not..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img61.imageshack.us/img61/4632/sbirthday0238lx.jpg" width="610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, this is what happened. I got pinned to the ground. ANd they took out markers and signed my six pack and my chest. Walking art. Reminded me of Chor Yeow's gang rape way back in SAM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-114914991908560432?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114914991908560432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=114914991908560432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114914991908560432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114914991908560432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-19th-birthday.html' title='Happy 19th Birthday'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-114836376099829850</id><published>2006-05-23T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T13:56:01.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>International Night</title><content type='html'>International Night.&lt;br /&gt;The night for all internationals here in Lincoln College. A night where we get to taste delicacies from different countries. A night where we get to see performances from the different cultures that live here. A night where we get to see different costumes from different nationalities. And one of the few events with no alchohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, the decorations and the food had to be prepared before hand. Lots of hard work making wantans, sambal prawns, pandan chicken and etc. Its really exciting and motivating because its one of the few nights we get to eat real asian food, that is asian food cooked by asians. Sing Yew was the man behind the cooking scene. And other chefs as well. Joanna was behind all the decos. She worked very hard and I know cause I was part of both cooking and deco team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me in the traditional China man suit. Its International Night right ? No I do not wear this to Uni. This is Megan btw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Elaine. Note that you dont have to wear the traditional dress of your own race. Chinese wearing Indian is fine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the stage. Chloe and Ria had an bad accident and are both in the hospital. Which would explain the sign. The banner was hand made by Joanna. Which would probably have taken me a few years to complete.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2274.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people doing a traditional dance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chinese wearing Malay. I forgot the name of the dress. This is Adeline. Beside me in my macho post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2277.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, we have a Singaporean community here too. Nice people they are........ but&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont trust them because they will sabotage you................ as you can clearly see here&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2279.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the cooking team. I just wrapped wantans and washed stuff. The part which needs less skills. But its still important. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2282.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2286.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1st years : Me, Tien Li, Jasmine, Jovina and Ryan also known as the permanent residents of Ryan's room. Except me. Im not. That's why im not doing the kissing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They said I looked like Jay Chow.............or some kungfu master. THis is Joanna btw. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Commerce students of Lincoln..................the future bosses and taikos of the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters bf Richard, her and me.................. I dunno what's with the eyes.........&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2290.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Singaporeans are actually a funny bunch of ppl...........this is Jonathan and Wee Kiat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me John and Alice.................&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2292.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, an orang Melayu from Brunei................... Muhammad, or also known as Hamsap&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2295.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Ying Shee and Akihiro from Japan. I dunno why he is wearing a Japanese girl's costume.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2296.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gundam BANG !!!! Sorry haha, its an internal joke. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2298.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Master Sing Yew. My sifu in commerce. Who is also a tutor in my IFIM subject which makes things easy for me if u know what i mean. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2301.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Shirley and Alex&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and the dota king ct also known as Harn or Chee Tat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2303.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Bing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2304.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jun, Me and Joanne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malaysian DoTA Team of Lincoln. Yes, we thrashed the Australian team. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And last but not least, me and Gan, who I like to irritate with my yo yo rap antics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall it was a good night. Pleasant atmosphere, good performances, great food. Yes, I suck at adjectives, but you get the point. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to studies now. But theres still hands and bucks pub crawl. Then we go to final exams. Stress.............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-114836376099829850?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114836376099829850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=114836376099829850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114836376099829850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114836376099829850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/05/international-night.html' title='International Night'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-114827916033226772</id><published>2006-05-22T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T14:26:00.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will power</title><content type='html'>Darn, I have been unfaithful to my blog. So sorry guys. Just that I was crammed up with assignments and stuff.............stupid work load. It was all my fault anyway. Imagine being all on your own unsupervised by anyone. Which would result in a great deal of procrastination and lazyness. Everything can wait. Until it can't. Assignments have due date. So I wasted the  whole of my holidays lazing aroung doing almost nothing. And I'm rushing in the weeks to come to finish my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But great thing is that after its done, there's a feeling of great relief. Just like a giant burden lifted off your shoulders. I guess it could be a metaphor for Christianity. The burden of sin just lifeted up for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I would not have regular visitors to my blog now. Since Im not really updating it. I have this really bad habit of saying I'm going to be good : eg. Exercise, study hard, quit dota, read books, write new songs, improve my guitar skills, concentrate more on God................... but always end up doing idle stuff like taking naps, playing computer games, dreaming, or playing the same old thing on my guitar day in day out. Like I'm stuck. In this never ending cycle of idleness that makes me the same and never improving. And then there are the new years resolutions, where u say youre gonna change but it only lasts for a week. And then u say screw it and go back to wasting time. Sighhhh.............. i need some will power. Exams are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are the number of times I need to type I need to study with my eyes close. Damn, my typing is bad. IN other words, exams  r coming. Time to get serious. Im done with assignments and stuff. So its time to study. Instead of wasting time. No DoTA. lol.........i dunno how long I'll tahan, but I'll try. my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-114827916033226772?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114827916033226772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=114827916033226772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114827916033226772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114827916033226772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/05/will-power.html' title='Will power'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-114494131487272858</id><published>2006-04-13T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T23:15:16.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>Today is Good Friday. But what does it symbolize ? It was probably the most important event in history that ever happened. About 2000 years ago, a man called Jesus died on the cross . He was God but in the form of man. He was falsely accused of crimes he did not commit.  Tortured and beaten and forced to carry his own cross. Mocked and laughed and treated like dirt. Yet, He still never fought back. In fact, he said " Father forgive them for they do not know what they are doing". Anyone who has watched the passion of the Christ would know what I'm talking about.  This is Agape Love. Unconditional love. The love that God has for his people. Us. Human beings. Though we have rejected him, crucified Him, Jesus is still reaching out for us. There's no greater love than this. For a God to sacrifice the life of His Son for his creations. Thank you Jesus. Thank You for Good Friday. Thank You for giving up Your Life for me. Thank You so much. I will always remember. Always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet with death comes victory. Triumph. For Jesus rose again. Happy Easter everyone. For Jesus resurrected from the dead. Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord. Blessings. Goodnight. I sleep well knowing all this. Thank You. Thank You for making my life meaningful, not like a shadow drifting around without purpose. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-114494131487272858?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114494131487272858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=114494131487272858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114494131487272858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114494131487272858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-114484829777188224</id><published>2006-04-12T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:24:50.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Camp cont......</title><content type='html'>Easter camp continued.........MAKE SURE U READ THE BOTTOM FIRST!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_2180.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_2180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_2180.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is TEAM STORGE !!!!! RAWWWW........... Our team won best dynamics of the camp. We are bad!!!!! Dont try to take us.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and Jazzimine......... with a flower on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Shelly........my big che che in E-Camp......:) she is so nice. Also a storge member.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Angel and Mortal Game: During registration, eash person is assigned a "mortal". Thus they would be the angel to these mortals. The objective of this is to do nice things to your mortals such as give them chocolates during the camp without revealing your identity to them until the last day. Which was fun........&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some angels are really enthusiastic....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my mortal, Maximo( cool name huh ?). Gave him chocolates, a bookmark and a can of coke. I got chocolates from my angel, but never found his or her identity......... a mystery yet to be discovered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leng chais of E-camp....... Justin, Keith and Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us "yam chaing" during supper time. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of my fellow campers. Notable to mention is Jovinn the tallest guy there. Really funny guy that can play ping pong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course where would we be without the water games. Here's how the game was played. Each team has to wrap a member with tissue paper. Thus this member would be the mummy of the group. Each group is given a limited amount of water and plastic bags (our bombardments). The objective is to wet the other mummies of the other teams and protect your own mummy. The team with the mummy with the best condition is the winner. Each teammate has to be an arm's reach from each other, Well, what's to say ? Everyone got wet. And it became free for all at the end. So u can imagine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we doing ? The makarena( I dunno if I spelled it correct) . Why ? Our team lost in pictionary. Karen, Me and Jovinn &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Karen, Me, Jovina and Ian before worship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the E-camp commitee. Thank God for them. Without them E-camp wouldn't happen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My intellectual look. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2196.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So much for being intellectual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2191.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posers: Me and Ian, yep my posing skills havent diminished.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2190.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last pic : Still and will always be the lady's man....... muahahaha.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In conclusion, Easter Camp rawked. Im definitely going again next year. Touched my life. Met many new friends. Learned more about God. Felt his presence. One thing I noticed after going back from camps is you're always on fire. Love is not just a word. Because God first loved us, then only we are able to love others. Thank you Jesus. Thank you for the people you have brought into my life. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for now, its back to boring old assignments. I have four to complete in the hols. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-114484829777188224?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114484829777188224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=114484829777188224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114484829777188224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114484829777188224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-camp-cont.html' title='Easter Camp cont......'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-114484588924068534</id><published>2006-04-12T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T20:44:49.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Camp</title><content type='html'>Hey ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 7-10 April 2006 I was at the OCF Easter Camp. Venue ? Tatachilla Camping and Conference Center. The Theme of the camp is Why Love ? 1 John 3: 16,18. Yep, its all about love. It may sound pretty simple but its much more complex then that.............&lt;br /&gt;Guest speaker : Pastor Lau Tak Siong, a truly dynamic speaker. This is how it went ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to Tatachilla..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me at the train station.............had to sit train from Adelaide city to the camp site. Went there with my fellow lincolnites.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jovinna, Me and Joanne in the train&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Rexson at the train station while waiting for the bus. He's an engineering graduate that is doing medicine now. Woah........ &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;More train station pics. Jovinna, Ian, me and Joanna( Jovinna's sister )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and fellow guitarist/ song writer John Sng on the bus to Tatachilla.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We arrive at Tatachilla at about 6.30 pm on that Friday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wala............ this is our dorm. My bed is the one at the bottom. The rooms are pretty cold though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This are my fellow roommates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, safety is a priority here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are some of the "scenic" of the camp site. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after registration we get to see the dining are for dinner. Pretty big. The food they serve is pretty much Lincoln "style".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;John, Joanna, Me and Ian (he is a poser, never smiles in pics)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Lam, a lovable big disgusting oaf.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It went up his nose........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And he is proud of it...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, after dinner there was praise and worship. Then we had our first group meeting. I was in Storge, a greek word that meant family love. The groups were different words of love. Some to mention were Eros, Agape, Philia, Cinta, Ai....and so on. My group was cool. Had a high team spirit. We played a few games as ice breakers and I ended doing the punishment ( a penalty when u lose) where I had to run round the hall shouting Storge. Good fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is YuTing. I actually forgot to bring my specs to camp. Typical. Thank God for her because she brought it for me the following day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The schedule basically goes like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7am- Devotions, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 am- Breakfast, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9 am - Praise and Worship and Speaker session, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10am- Group Discussion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12pm- Lunch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afternoon- BGR Workshop and Games&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Night- Praise and Worhip and Speaker session&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lincolnites in Ecamp&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and some OCF UniSA ppl. L-R= Samuel, Elaine, Peter(bottom), Denwin, Me &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue shirt is the official camp shirt. Me and the SIT pharmacy students.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and uncle Vincent, one of the advisors of the camp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Commerce students of OCF!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think this oic is pretty cool........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cont.......next post........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-114484588924068534?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114484588924068534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=114484588924068534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114484588924068534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114484588924068534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-camp.html' title='Easter Camp'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-114424379606523769</id><published>2006-04-05T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:29:58.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weeks of March......</title><content type='html'>Im still alive. Yes. Hols coming up. That should be good. I should record stuff down. So maybe i can look back and say yea those were the days. getting lazy. Which is not good. still alive. a little homesick. But everything is still cool. What happen over the few weeks of March ? Well, basically going to Uni, just hanging out with friends, nothing really special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Birthday Bash for Lincoln. Which is Lincoln's birthday. Same as OpShop ball. Drinking. Dressing up. Clubbing. Cleanup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had OCF combined meeting where OCF Adelaide, UniSA and Flinders had a combined meeting. Pastor gave a good talk about being successful. Met new ppl and had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool thing. Performed a song I composed with two other guys, John and Jonathan. We kinda formed this mini band where there are 2 guitarist and 1 drummer. John and I composed a song we wrote each. Mine was "Desperate". It was cool. The event : Live At the Chapel. I performed in Lincoln with a number of music talents. Instrumental. Voice. Self-composed songs. Entertainment. It was good. First time I performed a song I wrote. Besides Joshua and Jessie. Hahaha......... well, it was nice meeting ppl that shared the same interest. Inspiring in a way. Will continue to write songs. Will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April Fool's day. This is wat the crazy ppl at where I stay did. They took off our names from our doors and mixed it all up. Till now I dunno where my name has ended up. The printed "the last copy of the Ibex" ( Our weekly hostel paper, every fortnight actually.) and put it under our door saying its the last copy of all time. They put notices on our toilets telling us about voice and card recognition will be implemented next term to help keep track of how much toilet paper we use to save money. As if the new technology would cost less. rolls eyes. It was good fun anyway. Wat did I do ? Go to my friend's ( adeline actually) room and pretended to be her on MSN. Haha......managed to con some good folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair. Hahaha.......good old short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-CAMP is coming up. Easter camp !!! Should be big. Excited. This friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is are some random pics of St. Patrick's Day pub night. After all , I am Patrick. It was my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Got beer ? ewww......&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Top row : Lam, Elaine , Adelia Bottom: Jasmine and Adeline.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;St. Patricks Day. you have to wear green. So i borrowed Adeline's T-Shirt. cause i aint got no green t-shirt. But it was an ugly shirt. That's why Im wearing the windbreaker. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gurl tat wasnt in the previous pic is Megan. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P1010088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To cap or not to cap ? Ok fine. Not good at making smart lines.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will ppost OCF Easter camp pics !!!! Next week that is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-114424379606523769?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114424379606523769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=114424379606523769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114424379606523769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114424379606523769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/04/weeks-of-march.html' title='The weeks of March......'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-114231403118135813</id><published>2006-03-14T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:27:11.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its education all over again</title><content type='html'>Well, sorry for the lack of updates. Just that nothing interesting is happening now in my life. No major events. Just Uni. So I'll just tell u what happens in a typical day of my life. U might find it boring but no doubt its wats happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.00am - The alarm clock goes off. Its from my phone anywayz, so I would hesitate to smash it. Do the usual stuff in the toilet and go eat breakfast. If it were Mon, Tues, Thurs or Fri, I would be going down to Uni. Else I'll be staying indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-3pm. - In Uni studying. Either attending lectures, attending tutorials, studying, eating, daydreaming, hanging out in the library or breaking young gurls' hearts. ( ok maybe not the last one )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm- Come back to Lincoln college. This are a list of events that mostly happen before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball - Been playing a lot lately. Actually not playing. Learning a lot is the word. But I still suck badly. Damn. Its kinda fun though. I got the height. Just no skill. Gonna be Micheal Jordan soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football - Or soccer as they call it here. Mostly the Asians play soccer. Barely see any white guys playing. They're all pretty good and skillful. I'm like one of the worse there. Ahhhh........... at least got no expectations on me............less pressure. Hahaa........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DoTA- Ok, here's one thing. I OWN quite frequently here. Which is fresh. Which leads the assumption that ppl here suck at DoTA. QUite true. Malaysians will totally kick their ass. My DoTA skills probably going down the drain already. But that's ok la. At least I'm owning. But they're pretty ok players. The Malaysians anyway. Just that there are always a few noobs in each team that always feed. I got Godlike with Ursa warrior here. Says a lot right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing Homework- Yes we do have homework. Its not all sugar and spice. Or everything nice. There is homework and assignments. Arghhhh.................not one of my favourite passtimes. But an obliged one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foosball- Yep they have a foosball table here. Which is cool. Free foosball !!! Just that the table is a little run down. But what do u expect man. Its free. So after dinner or whatever , we go play. They have a pool table too..........but it seriously sucks. Table is a not level, the cue stick has some probs and there are not enough balls. So..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ping Pong- Ping pong is quite a popular passtime. I do play it occasionally. Its a fun game. But I lack the skill. I'm considerably ok for ping pong. But I still suck. Hahaha. The ping pong table is in good condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching movies/ Videos - Cool thing about Lincoln is that it has a network. And basically there are lots of stuff shared on the network. Loads of movies. TV shows. Like all the seasons of family guy, futurama, THe OC, Scrubs, House, Nip/Tuck, Greg's Anatomy, Stargate or whatever, House, American Idol, japanese anime,stand up comedies like Russell Peter and many many many more stuff. I don't watch most of them. Because once you start its hard to stop. Cause its all there. DOn't have to wait till next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper- This is byfar the most popular pasttime. Every night go eat supper. Its because the dinner serving is soo not enough. They serve crap food here and the serving is laughable. Sheesh. So end up us Lincolnites go out and eat or buy back and eat and chat. Almost every night. Crazy huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends we might go shopping in rundle mall or do some not so usual stuff like go see events. Adelaide is the festival state after all. There is a pubnight on Thurs but I don't go. Not a drinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday nights is OCF. Overseas Christian Fellowship. Yep, its a pretty cool thing where we meet in UniSA and worship God and study God's word. Besides that you get to meet new friends from ..........come to think of it, mostly Malaysia. But there are other internationals as well. There is a dude from Sudan. Cool huh ? Hong kong ppl too. And of course OCF has lots of events like barbecues and sports day and easter camp. Which I would be attending. Yea !!! And on Sunday there is church. I've attended two churches so far. AAC (Austral-Asian Church) and Goodwood Church. Both are mostly Asian based. Goodwood is more for Chinese speaking but they have a small English speaking service. I have played the guitar for Goodwood church. But I think I prefer AAC. Still deciding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz.................. that's it so far for my life. Maybe I might post some cool thoughts next time. Until we meet again. And I'm thinking of coming back in July. Midterm  break. Ahahaah............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-114231403118135813?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114231403118135813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=114231403118135813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114231403118135813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114231403118135813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-education-all-over-again.html' title='Its education all over again'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-114162277988443273</id><published>2006-03-06T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T13:26:19.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Wellz, its been a while since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;Music. Everyone has their own preferences. I have mine. Been listening to some Dashboard Confessional, The Ataris, Yellowcard, Box Car Racer,Story of the Year, Relient K &amp; Third Eye Blind. I like their lyrics. Lyrics can be so powerful. They can be simple. They can be subtle. But yet meaningful. Especially Chris' . At least they don't really get overplayed in the airwaves. I think that would spoil a song. Like a cliche. Used to many times it loses its original meaning. Here in Aus I have no radio. Dunno what's new and what's not. But it doesn't matter. I've been tired of the crap they play on the radio anywayz. Anywayz, this is a song by Dashboard Confessional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is The End of An Anchor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was away for a while&lt;br /&gt;But I'm hoping someday you'll forgive me&lt;br /&gt; Though I don't deserve it&lt;br /&gt;I'll cherish it well if you give me one of your new starts&lt;br /&gt;Just one more last chance&lt;br /&gt;I swear that I'll earn it&lt;br /&gt;If you front me for now I&lt;br /&gt;'m good for it I swear&lt;br /&gt;I'm better now I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In earlier days, they'd persecute people&lt;br /&gt;They'd carry them off, and hobble their legs&lt;br /&gt;For lesser offenses, and how I have harmed you&lt;br /&gt;And still you allow me to walk free of pain&lt;br /&gt;Though I punish myself I will never settle&lt;br /&gt;The debts I've incurred for scorning the face&lt;br /&gt;Of absolute beauty, and measureless grace&lt;br /&gt;And though I once mocked you I'm dying to pay for it now I'm dying to pay for it now&lt;br /&gt;So, hand me the rocks to help weigh me down&lt;br /&gt;And tether my legs with a cord tightly bound&lt;br /&gt;To the end of an anchor thrown into the sound&lt;br /&gt; And test me to see if&lt;br /&gt;I will rise against the worst that it can get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wasn't well for a while&lt;br /&gt; I savored the things that I knew were sure to destroy me&lt;br /&gt; And that seemed to hold me&lt;br /&gt;That seemed to carry me where I couldn't go&lt;br /&gt;On the strength of my own&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should've known&lt;br /&gt;That gets me nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that now I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In earlier days, they'd persecute people&lt;br /&gt;They'd carry them off, and hobble their legs&lt;br /&gt; For lesser offenses, and how I have harmed you&lt;br /&gt;And still you allow me to walk free of pain&lt;br /&gt;Though I punish myself I will never settle&lt;br /&gt;The debts I've incurred for scorning the face&lt;br /&gt;Of absolute beauty, and measureless grace&lt;br /&gt;And though I once mocked you&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying to pay for it now I'm dying to pay for it now, now, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hand me the rocks to help weigh me down&lt;br /&gt; And tether my legs with a cord tightly bound&lt;br /&gt;To the end of an anchor thrown into the sound&lt;br /&gt;And test me to see if I will rise against the worst that it can get&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wasn't sure that I could&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wasn't sure that I could&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wasn't sure that I could&lt;br /&gt;But, I can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-114162277988443273?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114162277988443273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=114162277988443273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114162277988443273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114162277988443273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/03/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-114127828190340089</id><published>2006-03-02T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T13:44:41.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni Life</title><content type='html'>Well, I've officially started Uni now. Attending lectures. No tutorials in the first week. Note that there is a time lag with the present and the posts in my blog. Important note. :) Probably not much fun events anymore. So don't hope to see much more on my blog besides random rantings of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, here are the subjects that I am currently enrolled in for the first semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Accounting For Decision Making&lt;br /&gt;2. Principles of Microeconomics&lt;br /&gt;3. Financial Institutions and Markets ( or something like that )&lt;br /&gt;4. Psychology 1A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, 2 core subjects and 2 electives. First year u get 2 electives. Marketing does have a considerable amount of space for electives anyway. I have 13 contact hours per week. That's like 3-4 hours a day. ( I don't go to Uni on Weds, its my holiday )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things are different now. Which is y my post title is Uni Life. Here's a feel facts that I've noticed by myself :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in Uni now !!! No more college, no more high school, Uni !! I'm a Uni Student. I got a Uni ID Card to prove it !! Hahaha..........ok........erm.......&lt;br /&gt;2. I now attend lectures in lecture halls !!! Big lecture halls with hundred over students. No more small classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't sleep during lessons. Lessons are actually important. No more crap subjects like Moral in college or History of Islam. You have much more inspiration and incentive than just studying for the sake of studying. ( This is just the early year on fire mode. It'll die down later in the year and I'll start sleeping in lectures. Trust me. )&lt;br /&gt;4. The lecturer doesn't care about u. No more nagging lecturers that scold u if you are late, if you don't do your homework or if you're not listening. Heck, they don't even know your name. Which actually makes you do your homework.&lt;br /&gt;5. No more crap factions like way back in high school. I remember the "cool" people sit on one table, the "geeks" sat in one table and the Mat Rocks one the other table. I guess we grow up in Uni. There is no cool. I mean with people coming from all over the world with different backgrounds and cultures what is the point of discriminating ? Everybody can be your friend. Though this doesn't mean that communication is easy. Just that u don't look at people and stereotype and say "I'm not going to talk to that kind of guy". Which is good. RESPECT.&lt;br /&gt;6. I now live on my OWN !! Just me managing my daily time. Everything has to be arranged by me. Though u may have friends and all and hostel mates but ultimately all decisions come down to you. Somehow u get a great feeling when u are independant. Its a proud feeling. Though my room is in a mess most of the times, but u do still feel proud. No more parents to bug me .(I still love them but they can be a pain in the butt sometimes, I'm sure every teenager out there gets what  I mean.) So what if I make mistakes ? Mistakes make u who u are to do. Mistakes are the best way for u to learn. You get to make your own timetable. You get to pick your own subjects. Everything on your own.&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't have a car. I walk like everywhere everyday. Boo hoo.............. I miss my car. And my dog................my poor doggy who's going to be so lonely now. Which I just notice, I don't refer to my dog as "it" but "he". Awww.............&lt;br /&gt;8. People that play DoTA here are not that good. TSEN CAI if u see this. You are going to own them totally .................hahaha...........&lt;br /&gt;9. Money is a real issue here. You really have to budget well or else you will end up broke. There are no more backups here. No parents to ask for extra money. And if you ask them for more money they're gonna be pissed. Its 3 times the Malaysian ringgit by the way. THings here are really expensive. So u have to fight the temptation to buy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its my first week. I'll probably post more of this next time. Still quite inexperienced with Uni Life. So long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-114127828190340089?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114127828190340089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=114127828190340089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114127828190340089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114127828190340089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/03/uni-life.html' title='Uni Life'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-114110605409932749</id><published>2006-02-28T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T13:54:14.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OpShop Ball</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, we had the OpShop ball. Basically, u have to get something from the OpShop, which is like second hand clothes. The idea is to dress up in the ugliest thing possible. The guys mostly cross dressed so u get the idea. Overall, the whole night was just drinking and clubbin. Really, that was it. Just in really ugly clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I looked like a freakin transvestite. HAhaha..............the fact that I'm skinny led to comments that I actually looked like my sister and that I was pretty. Lol......... here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This would be e getting ready. The girls helped me dressed up. All the clothing u see belongs to Adeline. Pretty eh ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and Ying Shee. She wore pyjamas there. Like a cute little kid.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Megan, a super high crazy ABC(Australian Born Chinese) that always seems to have too much sugar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and Travin. Another one of those funny friendly guys.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and my che che Adeline. So nice of her to lend me her clothes................... I didn't dirty them anywayz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look !! Its supergurl!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to prove that I'm not the only one..................&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;there are plenty more crossdressers ..............&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more.................&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some have bunny ears.............&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;some have hot lips............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;they're just every single place u turn................&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, enough of that. Me and Andrea, commerce course mates.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jovina................crazy gurl who got drunk, wasted, puked, ko'ed and had to be carried back to her room by 3 guys that night. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the glasses ? His T-Shirt says no kangaroos in austria. Gotta get me one of those.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and Cameron. Cool Aussie dude that can speak Malaysian slang.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dude in with the gun is Dania from Singapore. Guess I spoiled the picture huh ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Edward from Darwin, me, Nhi Nguyen from Alice Springs and Daniel from Hong Kong&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Joanna (Jovina's sister but totally the opposite characteristic wise) and Jasmine.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Elaine. I'm wearing her mask................. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ying Shee , Me with balloons and Tian Li.................. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN5086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this would be one of my accessories........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So took a lot of pics that night. Not putting all up. It was like prom night except u just try to look ugly this time. Hahaha..................it was basically just a whole night of partyin, dancing , drinking and laughing. So that's it la. O-Week is over. No more cool events. Back to hitting the books. Life has become boring again. Tadadada................der dern der dern.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-114110605409932749?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114110605409932749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=114110605409932749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114110605409932749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114110605409932749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/02/opshop-ball.html' title='OpShop Ball'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-114102137977935278</id><published>2006-02-27T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T14:23:01.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scavenger Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_2022.jpg"&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;Sorry guys for the slow update. Apparently there is a DoTA gang at Lincoln's and everytime I try to update my blog they invite me to play on the network. Anywayz, they suck by Malaysian standards. I think I can totally own damn. But then again, I am a super chun player. ( ahem ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, getting on with the title : Scavenger Hunt. It was one of the fun events that happened during O-Week. Here's how it began. First, we gathered in the Lincoln grounds at around 7 o'clock ( night that is ) and divided into groups of four. Then we were all given a list of tasks to complete, each task having its own points based on the difficulty to complete it. Then we were let loose into the North Adelaide to finish them. You can imagine, us being all tied up hand to hand running around in bunny ears doing idiotic stuff. Fun. Here are a few pictures of how it actually went down : We needed the pictures as prove that we did those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2007.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This would be my team. Josephine (Msia), Edward(Brunei), i forgot her name(I dun hang out with her much but i know she is msian) and Me. Our guide was a cool Australian dude named Matt. We had Rexson(Hong Kong) and Beng(Singapore I think) too to follow and help out.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Notice the difference between the pics ? One of the task was for the guy to change pants with another gurl. Thank God she wasn't wearing a skirt. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is us outside the pharmacy. What are we doing there ? Buying the smallest condoms. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And what do we do with it ? Give it to a stranger. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is us at the Archer, the nearest pub to Lincoln. Asking bout beer.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We needed a picture with a couple kissing and we found them. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2025.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We had to leave a note in the post office so we decided to be nice. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One task was to get 1 kg of grass. U can imagine how much we had to pick. Destruction of public property. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Matt was a really sporting guy. We had to give a stranger a piece of clothing but none of us had any crap stuff. So Matt took off his socks and we gave it to this homeless guy who's hugging me now.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edward our hero. In one task we had to select a member to drink one of their special mixed punch in one shot. Or to skull it they say. Well, Edward stepped up and this is how he did.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gulp gulp gulp..............&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Done!!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And lastly one of the task was to steal another freshers clothing. Well, it was dark.............so ........ haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, there were many other crazy stuff that we did and we were suppost to do. (Steal a bathtub from St.Ann's , another residential college in Adelaide, or dump the condoms in front of St.Marks, another residential college, but we didn't have the time.) Great crazy night. They all ended up going to the pub again. Heavy drinkers after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another cool event was the Annual Lincoln Walk. A great time to bully freshers. So I was in bed round 6 am. Had a long night. Slept late. And suddenly there goes the first alarm. Right. It was a fire drill. At 6am. I thought it was a bad nightmare. 6 am. The piercing noise just kept going on and on, with sounds of footsteps echoing the hallway. 6 am. I looked at my watch. 6 am. You gotta be kidding. And there we were lining up in the lawns wearing our pyjamas, shivering our butts off in the cold weather, and they come up and tell u its a fire drill. Yea that's ok. Except you don't get to go back to bed. Then you get to have a long walk where u tour the streets of North Adelaide. At bout 6.30 am in the morning. Insane. We were all in sleep wear. Still sleepy. In bathrobes. Some guys were topless. And we had a tour walking round in pyjamas on O'Connell street. Worse part was we had to do some morning exercise. Hahaha. And ppl all around looking at us one kind. And wave to the passing vehicles on the street. At least we got some breakfast. But it was really cold. I forgot my specs. Good fun once again. Next year we get to do it the freshers. Enjoy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-114102137977935278?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114102137977935278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=114102137977935278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114102137977935278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114102137977935278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/02/scavenger-hunt.html' title='Scavenger Hunt'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-114067080567654148</id><published>2006-02-23T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:49:21.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln O-Week</title><content type='html'>Wellz, Lincoln O-Week started on Sunday. Its like the Orientation week where events are organize to help u mingle and get to know more ppl that live in Lincoln. It all was in good fun. Whoever said Adelaide is boring and has no night life obviously hasn't been to Adelaide. There is clubbing. There is plenty of drinking. Its the old ppl that sleep early la. Obviously u can't shop at night but there are other things to do. Like eat. Drink. Club. Or if ur really horny, go to strip joints. Although I mostly just do the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on Sunday we had our floor meetings. I live in Scott building, ground floor. My tutor is a nice guy named Tom ( Thomas ), who plays the guitar. Coincidently he is also the music tutor, so I guess he plays everything. Then we had our building meeting where all students from each floor would meet in the college lawns. Apparently they have intercollege games and each building is competing with each other. Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we had our first formal dinner of the semester. Principal Ken Webb gave a speech and then we had our college quiz night. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me explain the bunny ears. We new first years in Lincoln are called freshers. As freshers, it is customory for us to put on some sort of clothing to identify ourselves. This years theme was hunting bunnies, so we get the bunny ears. The guys get the pink bow tie. The gurls get the bunny tail. Hahaha. So we have to wear it whenever we are in college grounds or else.......if they catch u without one they will make u wear a sack. Its not ragging la. Its fun. Unless of course u are a not sporting kind of person who always wants to look cool.............then u probably hate it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anywayz, u can see my name tag, the green one, it says Patrick Sim and under it double trouble. Each team has its own unique name and the name represents a cool happening in college last year. The freshies have to come up with a story about the name and what actually happen ( mostly involves lots of drinking, man they drink like fish). Needless to say, double trouble story involved a lot of twins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And with had quizes and games. The quizes were divided into categories like sports, movies, and etc. The games were cool. I played in one where a guy and girl had to eat a long piece of jelly bean ( I think that was wat it was) from each end and do it the fastest. Well, Im not exactly an eater so we failed. We had a game where the objective to of the game is to put as many marshmellows into your mouth and then say fuzzy bunny clearly. My team guy, an American managed to put like 28 marshmellows. Woahhhh, big mouth. And we had a fear factor thing where they ate something gross. Haha...........then it was pub again. Damn they drink a lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next night was the barn dance. Woahhhh, this is one thing that everyone has to experience. Totally rawks man. We had a band come down and play and teach us how to dance like cowboys. Promanade, alley man left and (I forgot) were some of the moves that we learned. Really one of the best experiences i had since I came to Adelaide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't really have pictures of the dancing now, but it really rawks. Maybe I can get some later. This are a few pictures I took. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers, me and Joanna. She's trying to get me to join OCF Uni Adelaide, but I'm going to OCF UniSA with my sister. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Rob . Don't let the pic fool u. He is a head taller than me. He's just bending down. Oh yea, which reminds me. I'm starting to play some basketball. I really suck at it even with my height. Can't shoot. Can't dribble. But I'm learning slowly. Everyone here seems to be playing basketball. And the locals and Americans are freakin big and tall its impossible to compete with them physically. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me, Tian Li and Jovinna ( Joanna's sister) . I think Jovinna is Kwee Jin's friend. She mentioned him to me b4. She was in Taylors last year doing SAM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And lastly, me and the supper gang. Malaysia's tradition, eating at night, instead of drinking. I made Ryan take the picture so I'll stand out. Hahaha.............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All pics were taken in the KNB lawns. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is another day. Praise God for it. Thank Him for it. Thank Him for the food. Thank Him for the people. Thank Him for the uncountable blessings. Thank Him for the hidden blessings. Here is a story I found on Jon's blog.  Which he took from Jaclyn's blog. Which she took from a bookmark of her brothers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Footprints&lt;br /&gt;One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging to him and the other to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.&lt;br /&gt;This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it.&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, You said that once I decided to follow You, You'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed You most You would leave me."&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied,&lt;br /&gt;"My son. My precious child. I love you and would never leave you during your times of trial and suffering. When you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm.......... i think i need more intellectual post. Posts that make people think. I'm taking Psychology as one of my electives now. Hopefully it would help. Hahaha................ if u keep taking bout events in your life, then it would lack substance. The End. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-114067080567654148?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114067080567654148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=114067080567654148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114067080567654148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114067080567654148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/02/lincoln-o-week.html' title='Lincoln O-Week'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-114053239343311946</id><published>2006-02-21T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:33:13.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skyshow</title><content type='html'>On Saturday 18 of Feb, me and the lincoln gang went to Skyshow, an annual adelaie event. Basically u go to a big open space, listen to a band and watch fireworks for bout half an hour. Overall, it was a fun day. Before that, we went shopping in rundle mall. Then met more people from SIT ( Sepang Institute of Technology) who studied pharmacy. Then we took a bus to watch skyshow. Basically it was another fun day. Ended the day by eating indo mee in Wendy's room. She cooked for all of us. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the place. Darn crowded man. Its anAustralian thing.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Akihiro from Tokyo, Japan. Studying Humanities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2297.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Me and Adeline. My sister's junior. Doing pharmacy 3rd year from SIT twinning program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2300.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Me, Akihiro and Ryan. Ryan did SAM in Taylors too. Cool.Basketball player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2301.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me Jovinna ( Im not sure bout the spelling) and Tian Li(not sure bout this one too)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Wendy , Ling Shi and Adeline. The SIT students. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Daniel from Hong Kong. The guy has finished one degree already and is now doing Medicine. Smart guy. Studied in the USA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/319_1964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red shirt one is Melissa also a fellow Lincolner. The others are their SIT classmates.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/319_1990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This few shots would be the fireworks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/320_2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/320_2022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/320_2024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is after the show. Us eating Indon mee in Wendy's room. Im on the most right. Ling Shi was the photograher. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This would be a preview of my next post. Ahaha...........all good fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although I don't write much but I hope the pictures would paint a thousand words for you. Goodnight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-114053239343311946?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114053239343311946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=114053239343311946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114053239343311946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114053239343311946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/02/skyshow.html' title='Skyshow'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-114041894600147390</id><published>2006-02-20T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T15:02:27.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation Trips</title><content type='html'>Well, during my orientation program, we had a few trips to famous tourist spots. One of them is Glenelg, a famous beach in Adelaide. Its a place where you shop and sunbath and play volleyball. Aussies really know how to lay back and relax. I give them credit for that. Here are a few pictures of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_2243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_2242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_2238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next place is Umbrilla wildlife park and victor harbour. Umbrilla wildlife park is on the way to Victor Harbour btw. Another famous scenic spot in South Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and cute koala. And I don't usually use the word cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and kangaroo&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha I think this pic is cute, its eating out of me hand&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The water is soooo clear. Unlike Klang. And its a harbour man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isn't God's world beautiful ? Our God is an awesome God !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And lastly this rundle mall , the main shopping area in Adelaide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;             This is the usual gang I hang out with currently in Lincoln&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;L-R: Adeline, Wendy, Ling Shi , Me , Ryan and Akihiro&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                    Hehe...............gaya sikit.............or langsung takde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-114041894600147390?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114041894600147390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=114041894600147390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114041894600147390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114041894600147390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/02/orientation-trips.html' title='Orientation Trips'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-114000454720175535</id><published>2006-02-15T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T19:55:47.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dudes. Sorry for the slow update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, on Sunday, I went to Glenelg, a famous beach in Adelaide. Yep, its clean. No Port Dickson. Basically its the place where u go to sunbath, swim, surf and shop. But apparently shark attacks are quite common, so swimmers beware. What did I do there ? Walked barefoot down the beach. There's just something about feeling the sand beneath your toes and the tide come in to wash your feet clean. Something bout the salty air and the sounds of the waves that makes you feel so relaxed, so free, where u can just close your eyes and pretend you are flying. I guess that's why beaches make good holiday landmarks. But damn if I closed my eyes. Thing about the locals is all their females all wearing bikinis and sunbathing .If not bikinis, very little clothing. But somehow, its not as hot as an Asian gurl wearing a bikini. I guess its because u don't normally see Asian gurls do that. Maybe the rarity makes it hot, I dunno. Yep, it was cool. Just sitting there watching ppl play volleyball. Which I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think I need to adapt to some Australian sports. Like swimming, volley ball, basketball, cricket and "footie". Australian football. Different from soccer. So I will try. No I will not break any bones. Don't look down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the time ? Enrolling into Uni. Need to choose and organize my own timetable with my own chosen electives. Thing is , its kinda hard. So many to choose from and I only have two slots each semester. Well, I guess I'll probably take some psychology.............. the mind always intrigues me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln has been pretty good to me. Met loads of new ppl from all over the world. I think most of my friends from Malaysia are gurls. Probably only two Malaysian guys. There are like 7 Malaysian gurls. Hohoho..........I impressed them with me guitar. That's right guyz, the guitar always works. But they're all older than me la.........doing like 3rd year. So........no future prospects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for me update. Will be uploading pics soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-114000454720175535?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114000454720175535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=114000454720175535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114000454720175535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/114000454720175535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/02/dudes.html' title=''/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113965317289731613</id><published>2006-02-11T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T18:19:32.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate</title><content type='html'>Well..............I'm done with the song. Firstly, I'd like to say that recording is really frustrating. I'm sure I pointed that out way back in my last post. Anywayz, here are the lyrics. The song title is called desperate. Feel free to click this link to dwdl it. Hopefully its fast. Hopefully it sounds good on your computer. I hope. Hopefully you like it. You probably need to TURN UP THE VOLUME to hear me. Yes for all you doubters, ITS REALLY ME, my voice, I sang it. OK. Its a WAV file so it probably sucks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/13010427/Strider_-_Desperate.WAV.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/13010427/Strider_-_Desperate.WAV.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sitting here alone&lt;br /&gt;Thinking bout all the things you said&lt;br /&gt;Its the only thing right now that is going round and round my head&lt;br /&gt;Im going all out&lt;br /&gt;My life's on the line&lt;br /&gt;THat phone never looked so daunting&lt;br /&gt;Though I may have my doubts&lt;br /&gt; Im running out of time&lt;br /&gt;Its the last chance that I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause Im desperate desperate desperate for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for all I've done&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to scar beauty's sight&lt;br /&gt;Cause when your light shines&lt;br /&gt;It will shine&lt;br /&gt;Brighter than the stars in the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding my breath&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for your voice&lt;br /&gt;It was always so soothing in good times&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to death&lt;br /&gt;By the words of your choice&lt;br /&gt;Please consider my heart, soul and mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause Im desperate desperate desperate for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be the tough guy tonight&lt;br /&gt;I can't be your cassanova&lt;br /&gt;I'm down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;See the tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I've never looked more pathetic&lt;br /&gt;Would you hear my plea&lt;br /&gt;For I might die&lt;br /&gt;Guess the cliche grew alive in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm desperate desperate desperate for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this moment&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything Give up everything&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;My heart is filled with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew how much I feel&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I probably wrote it too long. Really having some second thoughts of the last part there. Whether it was a necessity. Anywayz, I got inspired by this song when one of my friends had a broke up with a gf. No Im not a sadist. This song is not poking fun at ppl that break up. Hopefully it would help them thru that hard time. I guess the song would most likely be for a guy but it works for a girl too. I guess. The scenario : I pictured a guy who had just broken up with his girl. He realizes how much she means to him. He's sitting all alone in his room with the phone by his side ready to call her. Desperate basically describes how he feels. 0 integrity left. He wants to be back with her so badly, its the only thing he can think of and he'll do anything to get her back. He so scared of failing................. because he doesn't know how life would go on if he did. Stupid ? No.............. I guess people do feel that way, at that moment..........though they might think back later and say how dumb they were , but I guess at that moment..............they 'rejust.......... desperate. Guess the cliche grew alive in me ? Yea, you here people say all the time that they would die without their love ones............its so cheesy, so overused, so boy band like, so fake........... but still.............. so real sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dunno much bout this. Me has been single all his life. I just tried to picture it in my head. Like I was that very guy . But I guess people could really feel that way about other people. If I'm wrong pls tell me, somebody who experience it or such. I don't know. But anywayz .......So go ahead and inteprete the song anyway you want................... hopefully you enjoy it. If you don't I don't want any of your comments. Lolz..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113965317289731613?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113965317289731613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113965317289731613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113965317289731613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113965317289731613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/02/desperate.html' title='Desperate'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113948081422556548</id><published>2006-02-09T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T18:31:03.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aussie experience</title><content type='html'>So, its been a few days since I last updated. Internet still sucks. Bad. Just don't like it. Slow. And u gotta pay for every single little kb you download. Freakin cut throats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, Australia is kinda of a good place. At least that was what I heard at my orientation program called "Aussie Cultures". No pirated stuff. No bribing. Always throw rubbish in the dustbin. Pedestrians own the road. Unlike say in Malaysia................. where the drivers are freakin crazy. They respect the laws. And the people here are actually quite nice too. Always saying how are u and thank you and please. Manners. Civility that's the word. Cultural shock ? Nah.........always knew Malaysians were uncivilized. All the crap stuff happens in Malaysia. The thing about the people of our country being nice to foreigners is laughable. Since when did we say hi to them ? Not that Malaysia is outright bad. Can't compare Malaysian food. What I eat here is quite crappy. Especially in the hostel. And prices, Australian stuff is much more xpensive, no piracy too. But if u earn money here in Aus its about the same la I guess. U get paid the hell more because of labour unions and the such. Which is not so good if u are the boss. Aussies are pretty laid back and relaxed people. U see them sitting on the grass and damn man they have nice parks. The city is quite beautiful. Anywayz, the weather is quite good too. Occasionally it can be really hot but most of the time its cool. Much nicer to exercise. And I went jogging. Yeap........... need to gain some stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a book too. At least now got something to read. A briefer history of time by the brilliant Stephen Hawking. Yep notice it is a briefer. Not brief. I guess the original one was too complicated for a simple mind like mine. But nevertheless, it is a very interesting book. I have yet to finish it. Just got to chapter 3. But i won't read it in haste. As then I would have less things to do. Love books like that. Opens up my mind to different things and makes you think. Thinking is good. New ideas. New concepts. New points of view. Always refreshing. The thought of the universe. So big............. but yet from certain points of view can seem smaller. Must continue reading bout galileo, newton and einstein. Brilliant people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sides that I'm halfway thru with a new song. Just that somehow there's always a part where something goes wrong or sounds wrong and I have to DELETE the entire thing and start all over and replace this and somewhere I think the lyrics suck bad and I rewrite it. Recording process is the worse. Cause u have to at least get everthing right. And when u suddenly make a mistake or maybe the damn phone rings at the very end its back to sqaure one again. No I don't have a recording studio. I have an MP3 player. Which is saddening but still its always cool to write songs. Great way to express yourself. Or just show off. Goodbyez. Strider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/3429/img22342cz.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my student ID. Handsome right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img235.imageshack.us/img235/1669/img22287wz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the Uni. I took a few. Quite a cool big place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/4899/img22262gw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7205/img22309nz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6224/img22222rk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my room number. Dunno if it has any significance. Feng shui or anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113948081422556548?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113948081422556548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113948081422556548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113948081422556548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113948081422556548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/02/aussie-experience_09.html' title='The Aussie experience'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113921893301094992</id><published>2006-02-06T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T19:10:43.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation</title><content type='html'>Today I had my general orientation for the international students of the University of Adelaide. There we were taught about insurance, work permits, enrolment and classes and all the stuff u reserve for the newbies who don't know where the campus toilet is. Guess I was one of them. Anywayz, I got to go around and take a few pictures of the campus. Pretty big. Bigger than Taylors. Much bigger. I mean this is a Uni we are talking about. And this is only one of the campuses. But compared to other Unis ? I dunno, I haven't been to others yet. Okies, internet seems to be better. I got more pictures. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bunch of my fans seeing me off at KLIA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2211.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This would be my room..................see how fast it gets messed up&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2225.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            This is me and me sister eating out, yep still cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113921893301094992?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113921893301094992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113921893301094992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113921893301094992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113921893301094992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/02/orientation.html' title='Orientation'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113912644182373194</id><published>2006-02-05T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T16:00:41.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Few Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/IMG_2015.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Yep still looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi people. As u know I'm currently staying in Lincoln's College in Adelaide. The place is quite empty now, turned out that I came way too early. I dunno why Adelaide Uni's orientation is so freakin early. But anywayz, my che che or sister is here so its great. Me sis rawks !!!! So basically its me and me sis and me sister's bf Richard hanging about. What did I do ? Besides saying goodbye to me parents and hello to independence, I got a prepaid phone line or whateveer its called. Opened a bank account. Went shopping. Had dinner with my cousin Han Chong who is also a resident of Adelaide. Cool. His wife Hannah is also another super nice woman. She gave me her ex books when she studied commerce last time. Praise God. She got a two year exemption from UniSA for her current Education degree. She got a job offer, moved to a new home and everything seems to be going right for them. They have two cute kids Shanna and Isaiah. Sides that went shopping dwn in Rundle Street the main shopping area in Adelaide. Its not that bad, not as good as I U or Piramid or Midvalley or KLCC but good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_1831.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is a picture of our families during my sister's graduation&lt;br /&gt;Top : Han Chong, Me, Dad &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bottom : Mom, Sis , Shanna, Kai Ma,Hannah, Isaiah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln's College is a pretty cool place. They provide food, a small but big enough room, washing and drying machines, pool tables, tvs, refridgerators and microwaves and a whole loads of people from different nationalities. Hopefully I'll meet some cool ppl and chun chicks. Apart from that I won't be Wowing or bsing much. Internet sucks here. Bad. It'll be good old starcrafting for me. But pls dun think that I will merosot. I'll be back to pawn u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btws, the toilets are unisex. Cool or what ? Ahaha.........I could be showering next to a super hot chick and all that would be separating us would be a cubicle. I could just jump and get a peek since Im so tall. But I wouldn't do that la....... not that kinda guy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_2214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, that's it for today. I will be updating the blog again soon. My orientation starts on Monday. So I will have stories to tell. God bless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113912644182373194?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113912644182373194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113912644182373194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113912644182373194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113912644182373194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-first-few-days.html' title='My First Few Days'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113905349938812858</id><published>2006-02-04T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T19:44:59.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Australia</title><content type='html'>Heyz ppl. This is Strider currently residing in Adelaide Australia. Im currently staying in Lincoln College, one of the few residential colleges in the area. Uni doesn't start for another few weeks. Good thing me sister is hanging around. The internet here sucks bad. I dunno how long it'll take to upload pictures . loading this page itself took ages................&lt;br /&gt;but this post is just to show Im still around&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;i'll be updating more when the connection gets better&lt;br /&gt;i hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113905349938812858?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113905349938812858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113905349938812858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113905349938812858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113905349938812858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2006/02/welcome-to-australia.html' title='Welcome to Australia'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113392644733550445</id><published>2005-12-07T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T11:34:07.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Away</title><content type='html'>(cont) Im going to Australia , Adelaide to be specific for my sister's graduation. Wont be back for 2 weeks. That is the 22nd. So I probably won't be updating me blog much. Maybe a few post over there. But I'll be more active after I get back. Okies. Chiowz !!!! Gonna miss everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113392644733550445?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113392644733550445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113392644733550445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113392644733550445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113392644733550445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2005/12/going-away.html' title='Going Away'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113392613838026722</id><published>2005-12-07T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T11:28:58.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PJP Genting Trip</title><content type='html'>Well, I meant to post this earlier but didn't have that much time. Well here goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.00 am : Arrived at Taman Bahagia LRT station. Sam was late. Stupid guy had some stomach problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_1718.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.30 am - Departure for KL Central. Arrived there and got on the bus in time. This is me on the bus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9.30 am - Arrived at Genting Skyway. Sat the cable car up. The cable car was kinda imba, cause we had 4 ppl on 1 side and 2 ppl on the other. Min Lip's fault. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_1720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10.30 am - Checked into the First World Hotel. The rooms kinda small. Luckily we got 2, else dunno how we sleep. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_1727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_1726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11.00 am - Outdoor Themepark !!! Pity cause many rides were close. Must be cause of the rainy season making everywhere so foggy. Weather was great though. Good for exercising. Wasted no time trying out the rides. Tried the Flying Coaster first for 10 bucks !!! Wow! The ques was long however. Tried the human tobaggan, spinner, Go Kart ( had to sign death letters not to blame Genting if we died. !!!! As if it was possible. I try to die also cannot la I think. ) , Corkscrew) . Potong stim cause we lined up for quite awhile for some rides but suddenly rain. The weather changed so fast. One sec misty, the other sec sunny. The space shots were also close. Ai..........wasted. Also played the water rides. Fun. Then we went indoors to the arcades and I also went rock climbing. Walked around a lot inside. But so many ppl. Ai.............and everything so expensive. They jack up the prices like crap !!!! Burn $$$$&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_1734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About 6.00 p.m. - Retire to our rooms to shower and bath b4 eating dinner. Played Bonanza in our rooms twice. Fun board game where we plant beans and harvest it for gold. Sam damn kiasu la that game. But still, quite competitive. I lost both rounds. Nat and Sam won once. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_1741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Round 10.30p.m. - Went down the hotel to jalan jalan at night. Tried to get into the casino but they wanted ID . HAha, luckily I didn't go in first. Never kena malu. Then we went to makan. Ate some Pizza Hut chicken wings. Yumm...............although it cost like erm.................quite a lot. Thingking of watching Aeon Flux............ but then decided not to since we had football game the next day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.00 am- Retire for the night. I however could not get much sleep. Min Lip and Jason both snorung loudly with me in the middle. And they were sleeping so near me even though the sides had lots of space. Darn. Caught Min Lip touching my hair in the middle of the night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9.00 am the next day - Woke up. Fresh. Packed a bit and went down for breakfast. Ate at the Genting Hotel buffet. All u can eat for 28 I think. A lot but at least better than maggi mee la. Too bad no pork. Bacon bacon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11.30 - Checked out and ran to Genting Skyway. Sat the cable car down. All of us were high and we sang Lemon Tree on the way down. Ahaha......I think ppl were looking at us one kind when they pass us. Min Lip recorded it in his phone. We sounded terrible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12.30 - Sat the bus home. ZZZZ throughout the journey. When we reached Taman Bahagia we went for some Rojak and Cendol. Then went back home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.30 - Footie time. When to Paul's field. Had a good game. One of the most challenging. Scored a hattrick of kai goals. Even one from the middle. Brandon, his brother, Juenz, Micheal, Min Lip, Chee Kit, Duck, Jason VS Me, Andrew, Sam, Brian Geh ( First time he come ) , Juenz bro, Chin Thian, Teik Eng and Juenz bro's friend. Wah, darn imba game but we still lost 6-7. Not bad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9.00 pm - Still go out for DOTA and CS at MMORPG. Wow, forgot how fun CS was. Top fragger !! As usual. Then played an imba game of dota. Potong stim. Halfway fatal error. Then go mamak and watch football. Ahaha..........Bolton won Arsenal 2-0. Liverpool won 3-0 . A good weekend for the Premiership. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rested for 1 day. Then played batminton and football again the following 2 days . And darn a lot of board games too. Played Bonanza again, Settlers and Risk. I won Bonanza only. Got extinct in Risk. Just because of one dice roll which could have made me own. Everyone gangbang me, so unfair. Cool few days spent wif PJP. Ahaha........had lots of fun. But.............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113392613838026722?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113392613838026722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113392613838026722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113392613838026722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113392613838026722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2005/12/pjp-genting-trip.html' title='PJP Genting Trip'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113341333338280278</id><published>2005-12-01T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:19:45.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angsana</title><content type='html'>Hahaha........... when I was looking for Yee Liang's pic, I came across lots of old pics of my former secondary school class . My goodness. I realized how funny and stupid we were last time. Yep, n00b posers that try to "pan cool" . I guess we could look back 10 years from now and laugh ourselves to death. Hopefully my future kids ( if I have any ) won't find them. Somehow I have darn lots of pictures of Win Han and Cheh Wei. Freakin cam whores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/103-0329_IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See what I mean........this is Han Yuen btw&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/102-0275_IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess in a way we are all pretty dumb.................... to play tictactoe on one's face. This is Win Han. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/102-0300_IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the course of looking back I realised I wasted lots of space with this stuff............ ppl that pose wif guitar eventhough they dunno how to play guitar................ Cheh Wei&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But no matter how dumb we get...........I still won't forget those times. The days of being silly. Ahaha.............. good memories during those times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which reminds me..............really miss Friday Christian Fellowship meetings............... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/102-0256_IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me sleeping.........with Mike and Crystal in the background............ haha miss Mike being my desk buddy.............. I always steal her stationaries.............I miss sitting next to her.......thank God she is really tolerant.............. and thats my cool desk. I thought it was anyway. I had almost everyone I know sign their name there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm.........gtg now.............maybe I'll post more next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ZZZ................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113341333338280278?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113341333338280278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113341333338280278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113341333338280278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113341333338280278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2005/12/angsana_01.html' title='Angsana'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113335682249544497</id><published>2005-11-30T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:02:13.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clan PJP (edited on 1st December )</title><content type='html'>w00t w00t. Ok. I have to write something about clan PJP. Since I'm part of it. PJP stands for Petaling Jaya Penguins. I dunno how the name came about. But penguins are cute. And so are we. Especially me. Clan PJP was formed 2 years ago, during my form 4 year by 3 guys: Teik Eng, Juenz and Weeks. Thus Wee Kee ( the guy who left for Moscow ) became club president. Which should have been mine if I were there. Then slowly, the clan expanded till erm............ it has all the members it has now. Most, if not all, are from Taman SEA secondary school. Clan PJP is a football team first, but mind you, our skills are horrible. Seriously. A successful pass is considered good for us. So u should know where we stand. Juenz is our captain for footie and probably our best player. We play every Saturday morning. Sometimes evening. But we always play once a week. Anywayz, aside from a football team we are also a DoTA team. Our clan is PJP in blue server 3. Our chieftain is Aragorn. In terms of DoTA we are much better. Especially the first team. ( the best 5 players ) . I'm probably in it. U can see us play every Fri and Sat at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/penguintest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is our logo, designed by MrX aka Nathanael&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/tshirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is our Official PJP T-shirt. I have one. But its small. Shrank after washing. I dun wear it cause it makes me look too sexy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that we also have our very own website. Woot ! how cool is that ! Its at &lt;a href="http://www.hellstormraiders.com"&gt;www.hellstormraiders.com&lt;/a&gt; . Join us. I used to be very active there way back in form 4 and form 5. But now lazy la. Still I'm the admin and I have admin powers !!! Huahaha. Ai, sad. But I did try to make the forums fun at the start. But later.................zzzzzz. I still go there once in a while. Besides that we also have our Yam Chas and PJP trips which are always fun. And of course there are divisions in the clan. Some are IT freaks, some anime freaks, and yadadayadaya. But were all gamers. Ppl that waste their lives playing games. Board games, PC games, PS ..........whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/PJP.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Some of the members of Clan PJP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/P9170152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is another picture.............. everyone trying to look cool..........but failing miserably.&lt;br /&gt;These are the main guyz I hang out with. Love our footie sessions. Although we talk a lot of rubbish, but still , I love hanging out with them. PJP rawks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YEA BTW YEE LIANG...........since u comment so much on my pics here is yours :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/103-0327_IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha, freakin gay wei.....................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113335682249544497?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113335682249544497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113335682249544497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113335682249544497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113335682249544497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2005/11/clan-pjp-edited-on-1st-december.html' title='Clan PJP (edited on 1st December )'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113318824670817975</id><published>2005-11-28T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:30:46.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom nightz cont.</title><content type='html'>This are the rest of the pics of that night.................... arghh, i somehow lost some pics!!! My pics with Kirsty, Shearen, Kwee Jin and Mrs Susan Ong suddenly disappear!!! Stupid Canon camera !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/prom%2017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/prom%2017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                I had to put this pic. She looks............. horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/prom%2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/prom%2016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                John , Chor Yeow and ME &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/prom%2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/prom%2015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   Vincent and ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/prom%2014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/prom%2014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    I didn't have one with Kwee so I put this one here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/prom%2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/prom%2013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          Me and Avril Freak aka Ken Seong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/prom%2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/prom%2012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 English lecturer Mrs Banu and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/prom%2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/prom%2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      ME and IT lecturer Mrs Sukhminder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/prom%2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/prom%2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   Econs Lecturer Puan Nor and ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/prom%209.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/prom%209.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Hor Pooi and ME&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, overall, it was a great night. The night after that even cooler when we all stayed over at Chor Yeow's house in Klang. I shall try to get pics and post them here. And I slept at 7 am there. Woah.&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/18396420-113318824670817975?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113318824670817975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113318824670817975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113318824670817975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113318824670817975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2005/11/prom-nightz-cont.html' title='Prom nightz cont.'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113302683338361093</id><published>2005-11-27T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T01:40:33.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And So Ends My Life With Taylors</title><content type='html'>Well, Wednessday was Prom Night. It was better than my high school prom anywayz, even though there weren't so many ppl around. Everyone looked different, especially the gurls with all the makeup and hair. I'm not very good at that. Styling myself with clothes or facials or hairstyles hasn't exactly been my strong points over the years. Not so good at making myself look good. The food was average. Wasn't expecting much anywayz. But I think I looked decent, maybe too formal. Band was okay I guess. Just lacked a bit here and there. And I was more impressed with them than Farah from Malaysian idol. Ahaha. I'll always be a band guy. Here are some pictures of the memorable day.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/prom1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chor Yeow, Ghee June and me. The class geniuses. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/prom%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and Tsen Cai, he still has some food in his mouth.............always eating non-stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/prom%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and John. His hair was kinda funky. It look good anywayz. Gonna miss him now that he's back in Johor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/prom%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and the couples. Kinda sad right, the only single guy in the pic with nothing to hold but myself. L-R " Shu Wen, Joe, Kirsty, Aaron, Shu Shuen and Eugune.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/prom%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Hui Sha, Me and Ling Li.............. its a bit dark cause never on the flash. Poor Elaine couldn't make it cause of an accident.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/prom%206.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me , Kah Sim and Ying Zhen. They looked extra-beautiful that night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/prom%207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I met Sheng Drew there................ ahaha, my old classmates. I'm still taller. Look at me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/prom%208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the class pic. Its a it small..................can't really see everyone. But it will do for now...........cause I'm tired and need to sleep and me dad is threatening to cut the wires if I don't stop. Nah, he's not. But he would if he were awake. I will post the rest of the pics 2morrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113302683338361093?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113302683338361093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113302683338361093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113302683338361093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113302683338361093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-so-ends-my-life-with-taylors.html' title='And So Ends My Life With Taylors'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113267579942513522</id><published>2005-11-22T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:09:59.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W00t</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I dunno wat w00t stands for. But, it probably means something good. I see ppl saying iy all the time when they are happy bout something. Exams are over. w00t! Sigh, no more studying in the library. This is the end of SAM. The end. Tomorrow's the big end however, its PROM night. Again, I have no date, except for the whole K3 class. So its like a farewell thingy. Its the last time I'm going to see some ppl in my class. That's those who can't make it or dun want to go to Chor Yeow's barbecue party. Which is kinda sad. Although exams are over, people are going away, back to Ipoh, Johor, Singapore ? Brunei and so on. Gonna miss a lot of ppl. But still, there a bunch that are hanging round here in KL, Klang, P J .............. which is cool . Gotta remember to charge camera batteries. Yep, so waht if the exams are over. I probably won't do so well. My friends are going away. At least some. Ai, but prom night. Hope it rawks. Hope I look decent. At least a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me never to play dota again alone. Cause u freakin get noobies in your team. Remember. Wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.........I got this from &lt;a href="http://www.bibleverseoftheday.com"&gt;www.bibleverseoftheday.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 22, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Lamentations 3:41 Let us lift up our heart with our hands unto God in the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, forgot to give thanks after exams. Always give thanks. Appreciate what u have. Its not that bad. I heard this Bon Jovi song. Welcome to wherever you are. During one of my radio switches to Mix FM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to wherever you are This is your life, you made it this farWelcome, you gotta believeThat right here right now, you're exactly where you're supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wanna give up, and your hearts about to breakRemember that you're perfect, God makes no mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea God makes no mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113267579942513522?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113267579942513522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113267579942513522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113267579942513522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113267579942513522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2005/11/w00t.html' title='W00t'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113233107725688324</id><published>2005-11-18T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T00:24:37.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 18th</title><content type='html'>Well, its been a while since I said anything................... so, lemme update myself on what I've been up to. 4 out of the 5 exams are done. None were good. In fact, my IT stunk bad. I dunno why I took IT. I think I was more prepared for SPM that SAM. But no matter. Considering the way I study, I probably don't deserve to do well anyways. My effort was laughable, pathetic, crappy. I deserve as much as I did to deserve whatever I deserve. Serves me right. Yep. But thing is its not the first time. Its been happening again and again and I'm not learning. Darn. Good thing is the Australians now qualify for the world cup. Hopefully examiners will be laxed bout it and give everyone high marks. I mean, how often does Australia qualify for the World Cup huh ? But, after observing the patterns  in  the employees of education.............I suppose they don't even know who Harry Kewell is. All I got left is accounts. My worse subject. And to top it off its the last paper in SAM. A day b4 prom. As of this moment, probably bout 3 quarter of SAM students are holidaying and enjoying themselves. Exams over. But Im stuck here. With accounting. Darn. Screw. Darn. Zzzz. Sienz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113233107725688324?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113233107725688324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113233107725688324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113233107725688324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113233107725688324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2005/11/friday-18th.html' title='Friday the 18th'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113151889380122712</id><published>2005-11-09T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T14:48:13.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far so bad</title><content type='html'>Its been sometime since I last posted. Final exams have started. So far so bad. English didn't go as well as planned, or hoped. My writings were very messy, hopefully the Australians wont mind so much. I did write "Pls forgive me for the untidiness. " There were cuts and writings over the cuts and cuts of the further writings and writings over the cuts that were aforementioned cuts. Yes, I bet u can see how messy it was. Anywayz, I have my maths finals 2morrow. Hopefully I have studied enough to do well. Okies, gtg now. And study more. I will update the blog less during this exam period. Sorry to all my fans out there who are dying to know what's happening in my life. If there are any that is.........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113151889380122712?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113151889380122712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113151889380122712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113151889380122712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113151889380122712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-far-so-bad.html' title='So far so bad'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113111994985662487</id><published>2005-11-04T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T00:10:10.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua and Jessie.mp3</title><content type='html'>Woo hoo............ the song that made me famous............&lt;br /&gt;or not.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess its catchy enough. This is a song I wrote bout me friend Joshua, Tsen Cai............. who happen to be "match-made" with a gurl named Jessie from our class..........so I decided to help them out by writing a song bout them............. btw, I like the intro. Ja ja ja jeng, jaja ja jeng , je ja ja jeng, jeng jeng jeng jeng...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSC01798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BTW , this is Jessie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Joshua. Normally he doesn't look this good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the lyrics go :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;darn, u deleted them from ur friendster testimonials. Thought i could just cut and paste. Oh well. I shall not write the lyrics because : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They might be offensive, Im lazy and it sucks. Bad. As a music artist, I would very well want to stay away from the suck part. Bad publicity. So far, I have no fans now, maybe my dog, but I think he's just pretending to like it so he gets food. But wait la, later in the future I'll have this platinum selling album that would stay on top of the charts for a couple of years. Anywayz, this song was meant well, for the fun. Im sorry if anyone got offended. I'll try to change the lyrics and write perhaps a more meaningful song.............. but for now it'll stay this way. Hahahaha............... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To hear the song dlwd it at &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/7177393/Joshua_and_Jessie.mp3.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/7177393/Joshua_and_Jessie.mp3.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry Joshua. Dun mind it so much. Joshua and Jessie were the golden couple of K3. But it didn't last long thanks to John. Darn John. Started bad rumours and then it all changed from Josh and Jess to Me and Shearen. I guess since we poked at him its only fair for me to get poked back. But its ok la. Ahaha........... I dun mind it all that much. Come to think of it, it was quite funny and fun. Gonna miss all that.......... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/PA250091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This would be Shearen and me............. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good luck everybody for the coming exams,especially our beloved k3 ppl. God bless. Nightz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Exams are coming, difficulties and pressure lie ahead.......... but&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the oceans rise and thunders roar. I will soar with You above the storm. Father you are King over the flood. I will be still, and know You are God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Psalm 46:10 " Be still, and know that I am God, I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113111994985662487?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113111994985662487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113111994985662487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113111994985662487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113111994985662487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2005/11/joshua-and-jessiemp3.html' title='Joshua and Jessie.mp3'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113094011677479797</id><published>2005-11-02T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:01:56.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Exams are coming. To be exact, it would be on the 7th, Monday. English paper first. Followed by Maths on the 10th. Honestly, I'm quite worried cause I haven't really been studying. Which is bad because my results would determine which Uni I'll be going to next year. Again stressed up. Choosing my career path. Again stressed up. Plus the insane amount of pressure from my parents which look at me to be their hero son who's going to help them be able to brag about me when they talk to their friends. Like "Eh you know my son r, now studying this this that that. When he come out r going to be this this that that. How bout your kid r ? " When secretly inside, they're saying " My son better than your son." But if I were to do badly, shyla. When people ask what's your son doing faster run to toilet. Ai, im overexaggerating. They're good parents. So its up to me to make them proud. Which I will try considering the amount of money they put into me since I was a toddler. All these choices which would determine my future............... its kinda scary. But I'll take it one at a time la. First exams. Then relax. Then only sit down in my room and stare at the wall and think. Maybe I should be like Batman, go on a journey around the world to figure out myself. Maybe meet some of those hero trainers and become Neo and save the world. I wish. If life could be more interesting. But, predictably, I'm going to Uni, then come out and work, get married, have a bunch of kids and then die, hopefully in style. So I'll wear sunglasses all the time when Im old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll have to study hard. Work hard. Pray hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When confronting these choices, I refered to this passage. Jesus was telling the people not to worry about their lives. Matthew 6: 25 - 34&lt;br /&gt;Key verse. Matthew 6 : 33&lt;br /&gt;" But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given unto you as well. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113094011677479797?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113094011677479797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113094011677479797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113094011677479797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113094011677479797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2005/11/exams.html' title='Exams !!!!!!'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113077730680204103</id><published>2005-11-01T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T01:18:44.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of K3</title><content type='html'>This are some pictures of k3 ........................ class of 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSC01800.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and Kwee Jin................. and a bottle &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSC01859.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Chor Yeow has decided to convert.............no turning back no turning back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yes............. Porn is Bad! ! ! By non other than Kok Pin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_1430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This would be all the guys...............of both K3 and S9 during IT class............... just b4 Chor Yeow got gang bang by the guys............. just look at him sitting comfortably &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_1421.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me and 3 sweet gals : Elaine, Hui Sha and Ling Li&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_1361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See no evil, Hear no Evil , Speak no Evil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's right, we are very good boys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_1416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me and Tsen Cai, Joshua. Yes, the guys in this class bond very closely. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/IMG_1357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although sometimes a little too close...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSCN0313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this happens.................................... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/Picture%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you might start to wonder if all the guys were actually gay.................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/DSC02931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, they are. That's why I get all the girls............... muahahaha !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will post more pics soon......... there is never enough of K3.............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113077730680204103?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113077730680204103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113077730680204103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113077730680204103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113077730680204103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2005/11/pictures-of-k3.html' title='Pictures of K3'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113066743459297822</id><published>2005-10-30T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:16:08.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye K3</title><content type='html'>How fast 10 months have past. The date today is 30/10/2005. As on 27/10/2005 there were no more classes for SAM. Study break had begun. No more classes. After taking them for 10 months its finally over. I guess it came too fast. No more eating at our "favourite" place, Asia Cafe. No more surfing the internet during IT lab lessons while teacher is teaching. No more doing what we do best during breaks, its dotaing if you didn't know. No more listening to lectures. Guess I started to realize all this small little details that were a part of my life for 10 months. Now they're gone. Well, we only start to appreciate what we have when they are gone. When they are there, we take it for granted. Just thinking, that I wouldn't have met all this people if I hadn't made a certain decision in January. Which was Specialist Maths is crazy and IT seemed to look cool. Yep, strange that one decision can shape your future. Of course, if I had stayed in M1 i wouldn't know what I have missed. But then again, they looked like bloody nerds. Lol. I hope no M1 people read this. SOrry! Its jest. Humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people that I will miss. Especially the guys. Hahaha........... from the Klang boys to the Dota guys................ yep, we had some great times. Fun times. So sad. Some going back to their homes in far away places. Keep in touch ya. The Khuntai dinner marked the end of our SAM classes. Sorry Josh and Jessie for playing the song.............. hahaha. At least I looked cool with the guitar. Many people cried at the end, it was truly an emotional night. I almost cried too, especially when I hugged Chor Yeow when he cried.&lt;br /&gt;Okla, Im not so rajin like Joshua go give individual testimonies. But I would really like to thank everyone in k3. Thank you for all the jamming sessions, our band rocks. Thanks for letting me sing, I know I do sound awful but it was all cool. Thanks for all those who helped me out in studies when I needed it. Thanks for telling me all the homework when I slept in class. Thanks for all the Dota, CS and Generals!!! Really had some good games with your. K3 dota clan is the best, eventhough we lost few times.  Thanks for temaning me to walk to college in the morning Klang guys!!! Thanks for all the gay moments and all those times we did extra stupid retarded things in class. Thanks for all the movies and yam chas we had together. Thanks for all the bak kut teh outings and all the birthday celebrations we had 2gether. Thanks for laughing or pretending to laugh during my presentations !! Thanks to all the lecturers for all their hard work they put in. THanks for all your heartily warm conversions. THanks for all the laughs.  I'll even miss getting teased bout SHearen. When I look back, there were so many things we did together, and all this had become part of me. I remember these days............ definitely. Joshua, John, Joe,  Chor Yeow, Kok Pin, Ghee June,Eugene, Kwee Jin, Aaron, Rong Jie, Choong Kin and Zheng Fai,Hui Sha, Ying Zhen, Pei Jinn , Yean Thing, Shea Ren ,Kah Sim, Kriya, Ling Li, SHu Shuen,Hor Pooi, Elaine. . ....... you guys are the best !!!! Thanks for making 2005 one of the most memorable years of my life. Thanks for all the memories. I will cherish them.  Goodbye K3. Keep in touch. God bless you guys and all the best !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse is one that has helped me whenever I feel worn out throughout the entire year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 40:31&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They that hope in the LORD will renew their strength, they will soar as with eagles' wings; They will run and not grow weary, walk and not grow faint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113066743459297822?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113066743459297822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113066743459297822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113066743459297822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113066743459297822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2005/10/goodbye-k3.html' title='Goodbye K3'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113059838288372368</id><published>2005-10-29T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T17:34:03.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song For A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wrote this song about a month ago for a friend who left for Russia. He went there to study medicine. Wee Kee is his name. One fourth of our Walking on Water band, who can play bass, drums, guitar and sing(this one is questionable) ............... things would never be the same without him. Also part of PJP our footie gang and also my fellow CF kaki......... since saying goodbye is kinda the theme of the week, I decided to post this.  Gave him a pick during his farewell party.........and when i went home i was like......... what ? that sucked bad man. So I decided to give him something special that no one else could give him. Yep, I wrote a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/WoW2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/WoW2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Weeks&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;As we go on through the path of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we meet with up a fork that divides&lt;br /&gt;Throwing us into the different sides&lt;br /&gt;Of choices ……. Choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we pick our dreams and fate&lt;br /&gt;Which leads to a future that we can’t await&lt;br /&gt;It might cause us to separate&lt;br /&gt;From each ………other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PreChorus&lt;br /&gt;But shine your light and leave a mark&lt;br /&gt;Of your memory inside our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We’ll say goodbye but we would know&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R : Me, Weeks, Josh, Jamie&lt;br /&gt;I think we look gay, somehow everyone wore red on that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;So as we part from where we stand&lt;br /&gt;We’ll hug each other and shake hands&lt;br /&gt;We’ll wish each other all the best&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll really mean it&lt;br /&gt;So as your shadow disappears&lt;br /&gt;Over horizons and frontiers&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always feel as if you’re here&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/WoW3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/320/WoW3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;As the days countdown before you go&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of us are starting to flow&lt;br /&gt;Through my mind from a time ago&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce……………reminisce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember times both good and the bad&lt;br /&gt;All of the joy and fun that we had&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll never look back and regret&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you………… knowing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 1 : 7 "But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another and the blood of Jesus, His Son, purifies us from all sin. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who wants to hear the song &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/5786406/Goodbye_Weeks.wma.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/5786406/Goodbye_Weeks.wma.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113059838288372368?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113059838288372368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113059838288372368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113059838288372368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113059838288372368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2005/10/song-for-friend.html' title='A Song For A Friend'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18396420.post-113058200762971540</id><published>2005-10-29T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T18:33:27.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/1600/me%20on%20guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5051/1799/200/me%20on%20guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm......... just created a blog. And I have no idea how everything here works. Which would take some time to learn.......... and I am lazy. But in due time, this place would be buzzing with traffic. I wish la. Blog is suppose to be an online diary or something like that, so I guess I'll start by introducing meself. My name first : Patrick Sim Chee Hong. Yep, doesn't sound that dashing or cool, so I renamed myself Strider. Just a nickname I had given myself since Form 3. Strider is one who strides : which means moving in big paces. No, I didn't copy it from Tolkien. Strider has nothing to do with Aragorn just to clear it up. Next, I was born 1st June 1987, which would make me 18 at this current period of time. Okies, that's enough for the first post. It was a testing piece anywayz. This pic would be me playing the guitar ( one of my interest )  in all gayaness. Notice its gayaness, not gayness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18396420-113058200762971540?l=striders-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113058200762971540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18396420&amp;postID=113058200762971540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113058200762971540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18396420/posts/default/113058200762971540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://striders-age.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-first-post.html' title='My first post'/><author><name>Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12880297176570241439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
