<?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-12997706</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:53:56.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't get enough of me?</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm not a blog expert. Can't put my pictures rite. So, might as well create another blog for my pictures only. Behold and feast your eyes on the people in my life and me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightinurface.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12997706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightinurface.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/R-TKZCGP7hI/AAAAAAAAAV8/AKd2V_ll2Jk/S220/DSC06353.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12997706.post-114478012792995139</id><published>2006-04-11T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:58:35.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from mangalore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/348/600/1600/IMG_3628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/348/600/320/IMG_3628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The two monkeys, Lester (with orange pants) and Jeremy with super "macho" pink pants, wouldn't allow me to take any solo picture. Yer!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/348/600/1600/IMG_3638.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/348/600/320/IMG_3638.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaup Beach group picture. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/348/600/1600/IMG_3627.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/348/600/320/IMG_3627.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like I said, they wouldn't leave me in peace!.. So, if I can't beat them, ask them to join lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/348/600/1600/IMG_3643.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/348/600/1600/IMG_3645.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/348/600/320/IMG_3645.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught on camera. =) Was holding Lester's camera. The guys have this teory that since I lost my camera, I'll be extra careful with other people's camera. Therefore, I am very suitable to babysit cameras. *hahah. camwhore!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/348/600/1600/IMG_3601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/348/600/320/IMG_3601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Food! Sorry la. We are deprived of proper Chinese food here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/348/600/1600/IMG_3586.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/348/600/320/IMG_3586.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hao Ming Chinese Restaurant in Mangalore. Classic Sepia effect photo~ Took it 20 years ago. I'm just so timeless. =) Co-poser is Eng Han. 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It's definitely a time to reflect the events that had happened for the past 2 months.. Ahh i've so many things to say!! Hehheh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow.. two months i've been away from home. it feels so normal for me to just go home *now home la... few weeks back still prison* (yup, the humble abode which i share with my room mate...oh gosh.. i've grow so fondly of her ^-^ ) and do everything by myself.. -independent wei =P -. I'll just summarized what happened in this 2 months plus. Seems short but there's many first for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I first arrived, I've bad impression of the  room and the locals here and all those negative feelings but nope.. i didn't give up and didn't thought of going back. (^_^)  I'm just not use to it and it's really minor things cos I'm facing worse problem now, that is academic wise. Now, I've made new friends.. some which are very nice, so which are ok.. some which are super kiasu.. Speaking of super kiasu.. some fine examples:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. the one(S) who always get the first spot during dissection and go on blocking others view *geram*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. the ONE who read books when i'm reading the menu during lunch or dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. the ONE who said (not to me larh),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     Kiasu: Aiyo, i did so badly for my test larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     Victim: Huh, how many wrongs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     Kiasu: About 6 (out of 120)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     Victim: so high. Then Why you worry so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     Kiasu: I'm worrying for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What de!? If he said that to me, i'll bash him up man (literally la) .. i'll i'll ....boycott him (in fact i've already boycott him) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know what I do for Sundays? In the library, where i eat, sleep, occasionally 'read' and shit (speaking of shitting, the restrooms/toilets here are super clean due to unlimited man power... and really.. it's much beeter thatn malaysia's).  My roommate, Alicia and I are always doing things together cos we somehow always share similar thoughts. We always go to the library becasue we know that if we stay in the room, both of us will take the express train to dreamland. My theory is, if i sleep in the library, at least i wont be sleeping for so long... hehehe... but when i wake up... i start to feel all the funny sensations at the arm, forearm, leg, thigh, and toes. Library is now like my second home. In fact, i'm typing this very blog in where.. guess where?? The library!.. *Bluak.. i'm starting to get sick of it* But i can tell you the facilities here are SO much BETTER than the libraries back home (I'm comparing with the limited libraries i've visited : Shah Alam's library, Taylor's College library and long long time ago, Klang's Library). More books, better books, beetter chairs, better lightings, air-cond? Before you say unjust comparisons, of course there's many things that are incomparable between things in india and malaysia. =P Oh. Another thing I like about the library is the comfy single rounded sofas provided. Like those Ikea kind but harder la.. This is where i usually hang out when I still feel extremely sleepy after sleeping for one hour plus in the library. There's also a  coffee house in the library. Something like Coffee Bean and Starbucks but this is Coffee Day.  Not on par but about 70% of the western coffee houses but most importantly, I can get good cheap ice blended coffee! The &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;first "FIRST&lt;/span&gt;": i drink ice blended coffee everyday! I'm so addicted to the flavour. it's not that coffee can help me to stay awake. I can drink 2 cups a day and still sleep like a regular pig but I'm trying to cut down my caffeine intak *er-hum... not good for health u know.. ahahah.. ya rite.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Leisure time &amp; Sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only nice place in this town (not even a town larh but transition state between kampung and town) is a place call end-point. Manipal is a bit on the hill and also near the sea -30 minutes drive-.. so this place is is the best place to watch sunset and the view is magnificient as there's as river flowing towards the sea too. There's once when Alicia and me went there to release our stress (we go there and scream..  hahah), the sun beam is directly shone on the sea where the clouds block the other rays... so it's like a passage from heaven to the sea. The view is really somehting. =) But there's 2 negative sides: 1. There's cow dungs everywhere on the way to the place (cows dont climb hill.. thank god) 2. Local guys here like to hold hands and sit together!!!! Seriously!! Two guys will sit and chit-chat there. Once, my friend even caught them grabbing butts and all. Our theory is that they're practising on each other before doing it on the girls (those bachelors.. blame the hormonez). Other than jogging, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;second and third "FIRST&lt;/span&gt;": the first time i play basketball and playing it competitively. I represented my batch (batch 17) for basketball competition and we actually reached the finals! Joke of the year,man. The guys in our batch say we looked more like small kids playing rugby because we were quite lucky to compete agaisnt a batch before us, batch 17 minus 1, who are worse if not equally as "char" as us. Clearlly we are the underdogs cos we didn't practice but there's of course 2 to 3 players who actually played basketball before. And because the other batch who reached the finals, Batch 17 minus 3 are much experienced players, they totally looked down on us and the guys from the batch are total jack-asses. I will not elaborate for the fear of shoulder dislocation. What is memorable about this basketball competion is nearly my whole bathc mates came out in full force to support us, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok even the kiasu one&lt;/span&gt;. We also proved to batch 17 minus 1 that we are not nerds (they spread rumours that batch 17 are nerds.. always go library.. *wait, is not because of me rite?*.. bla bla.. ) and we beat them in almost every sports which leads to another &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"FIRST":&lt;/span&gt; volleyball competion. Another game where I played and represented my batch for. This time is pure skills k. *Che-wah* I'm so excited to join next year competition. Again we reached the finals, after beating batch 16 and 14 i think. This time for the competition we did practice in the midst of various class tests and exams. Frankly, I really find satisfaction in playing these two games especially when my friends cheered my name but because of this also, I falied my anatomy third test. Mwaaha.. partially la cos the lecturers wanted to pull our confidence level down since for the first and second anatomy tests, most people got very high marks. So they came out with a test where, minor things count!.. Crap man.. so thorough for wert (sign of not a very good doctor =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apart form that, I've gained 2 new names! One is from a guy who calls me, Lizard derived from Lee-chen. Sakainya.. then his whole gang calls me lizard. Another also from a guy who calls me crocodile hunter because ther'es once where i wore fully brown colour.. and they realised i've many brown in colour clothes. So naturally his whole gang calls me Croc Hunter (related to steve arwin). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also found out from my room mate that I sleep-talk and scarier, sleep-laugh. HhahahA. There's once when i sub-consiously know i'm laughing but it's really funny cos I dreamt about crappy friend, telling me a joke and I actually laugheD. My roommate was studying and she heard me laughing but she thought she heard wrongly, then she heard me shfting my body and continued laughing. She also said i've ask her anatomy questions before (By the way, for every block exam, we are interviewed by respective subject lecturers for about 15 to 20 minutes to prove that we actually know what happened, called VIVA).   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm.. what else.. oh ya.. the list of injuries i've obtained.. real fascinating:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From basketball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Injury to my digiti mimini (littile finger).. recovery progress.. real slow.. effects: weird abduction of the finger and fluid retention at the proximal phalanx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Injury to the left eye. Recovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Injury to the bum. Excitedly reaching for the ball, and fell on the side of the bum. Luckily there's more than sufficient amount of shock absorbers there. Recovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Volleyball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.Bruises to left and right forearm.. during the first few times.. subsequently immune to it. Recovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;General: Red eyes at both eyes. Also knwon as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ju-On.&lt;/span&gt; Scared a few people especially my roommate. Initial problem: Contact lens but real cause is stress. Pressure to the eyES. Becuase of the capillaries burst at the screla of the eye, somehow (dunno why yet) it affects my brain especially during this exam period or probably due to lack of sleep or maybe too much sleep ... hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other problems: getting way darker. there's three tones on my body!! the neck region is the darkest.. welpp!!!!!  and extremely long unmaintain mane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;What i like bout India so far:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Shopping ala Indian style.&lt;/span&gt; First you buy the material, then go to the tailor. Tailor made to perfection according to the styles you want! Then, buying bangles, pottus and ear rings.. cheap cheap. real cheap if convert to malaysia ringgit la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Beauty parlour&lt;/span&gt;. Massage also real cheap. Too bad no thai style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3.All hostel rooms, library, general bulding under the universtiy management are link by intercoms. So, I at night can &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;kacau people&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: ........ *trying real hard not to laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friend: Helllo. Hello.. who's there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mE: A ne an ne ne neh... *ended up burst out laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friend: Huh? Amanda a!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Sir, do you want Thai massage (in weird indian tone)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thta's how i de-stress myself and re-stress others. (^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Food.&lt;/span&gt; There's this restaurant here that serves good food. Taste like food back home! The boss calls me Amy (oh another name) , short for amanda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Other local services are cheap Cuci kasut 20 rupees (RM2?). Cuci baju 3 rupees sehelai (RM0.30?). Naik auto (local 3 wheeler taxi.. picture thai's one but this is smaller) 10 rupees (RM1?) Hheehe.. living quite comfortable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okie okie. need to go. hopefully i can keep this up. take care peeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lots of xxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12997706-113289635829002813?l=rightinurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightinurface.blogspot.com/feeds/113289635829002813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12997706&amp;postID=113289635829002813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12997706/posts/default/113289635829002813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12997706/posts/default/113289635829002813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightinurface.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello-from-india.html' title='Hello from India'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/R-TKZCGP7hI/AAAAAAAAAV8/AKd2V_ll2Jk/S220/DSC06353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12997706.post-111642690975391648</id><published>2005-05-18T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:58:34.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories in Perhentian/Redang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall start this post with the picture of me making my mark on the sand! &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Leech was here! YahOo!!"&lt;/span&gt;dated 02/05/05.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y102/pacat/leechwashere.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Four of us. L-R: Anna, Me, Celine &amp; jennifer. Aint I adorable? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y102/pacat/leecheveryone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ex-colleagues. Now: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;! L-R: Anna, Celine &amp;amp; Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y102/pacat/firstday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This hammock is only for posing purpose. This is not "my" hammock. My hammcok has a better view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y102/pacat/5bf942ce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leech with the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y102/pacat/leechallalone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A view of Mo Mo Cha's beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y102/pacat/momochabeach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leech as Richie Ren! wannabe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y102/pacat/ed49da82.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Snorkelling with Marcus and Celine. See closer. Notice our facial expressions?? I'm the bodoh in the middle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y102/pacat/leechsnorkelling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the PinHwa gang. Our masterpiece: &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Muscular mermaid aka PauChukPoh=Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y102/pacat/leechandevry1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The view from my hammock. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Leech's hammock!!!&lt;/span&gt; where I spent the entire Monday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y102/pacat/viewfromhammock2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;View from the bottom. This is where I got myself &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;roasted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y102/pacat/viewfromhammock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's more pictures in the normal camera which means.. more pretty pictures of me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Btw, someone says I am &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;photogenic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;has a beautiful smile&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; very cute&lt;/span&gt;!!! MwAHhahAaaa. But i dont like the cute part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Er-hmmph.. I have no professional training..*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12997706-111642690975391648?l=rightinurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightinurface.blogspot.com/feeds/111642690975391648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12997706&amp;postID=111642690975391648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12997706/posts/default/111642690975391648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12997706/posts/default/111642690975391648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightinurface.blogspot.com/2005/05/memories-in-perhentianredang.html' title='Memories in Perhentian/Redang'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/R-TKZCGP7hI/AAAAAAAAAV8/AKd2V_ll2Jk/S220/DSC06353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
