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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YFRn49eip7ImA9WhdbE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530</id><updated>2011-10-11T12:58:37.062+08:00</updated><category term="Holidays" /><category term="reviews" /><category term="Ateneo Australs" /><category term="Daily" /><category term="death" /><category term="random" /><category term="Celebration????" /><category term="r" /><category term="rants" /><category term="humour" /><category term="party" /><category term="music" /><category term="event" /><category term="Assumptions Worlds" /><category term="Birthday" /><category term="that someone special" /><category term="tournaments" /><category term="updates" /><category term="Penang." /><category term="nostalgic" /><category term="FYP" /><category term="buying stuffs" /><category term="motivation" /><category term="Monash Australs" /><category term="Campus Life" /><category term="opinion" /><category term="food" /><category term="panic" /><category term="thoughts" /><category term="Adventures" /><category term="Celebration" /><category term="All Asians Debating Championship" /><category term="Events" /><category term="work" /><category term="rant" /><category term="work." /><title>Puzzles of Life</title><subtitle type="html">~the tales goes on till the last piece is placed.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>762</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PuzzlesOfLife" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="puzzlesoflife" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cHQ3s7fip7ImA9Wx9VF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-7876662858527333798</id><published>2011-02-03T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:10:32.506+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-03T20:10:32.506+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work" /><title>HSBC Sports Club Family Dinner.</title><content type="html">Everyone else bought their family there. Being the youngest staff in that branch, and family-less, I felt like I should put myself out for adoption. The commercial banking of Kuantan branch became part of my family, at least for the next half a year.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/TUqTiWHnUAI/AAAAAAAAB2U/GElHGym5QK8/s1600/HSBC+ALL+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/TUqTiWHnUAI/AAAAAAAAB2U/GElHGym5QK8/s320/HSBC+ALL+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the weirdest thing that happen that night? I won the best dress award! Jeez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-7876662858527333798?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7876662858527333798/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=7876662858527333798&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/7876662858527333798?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/7876662858527333798?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2011/02/hsbc-sports-club-family-dinner.html" title="HSBC Sports Club Family Dinner." /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/TUqTiWHnUAI/AAAAAAAAB2U/GElHGym5QK8/s72-c/HSBC+ALL+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QNSX09eip7ImA9Wx9XF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-4745203147532073386</id><published>2011-01-11T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:23:18.362+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-11T23:23:18.362+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work" /><title>Life@HSBC</title><content type="html">Its been great so far.&lt;br /&gt;
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I already feel like a king. Arrived and checked in at a hotel way above my expectation. My stay here for 21 days cost them around 3-4k.&lt;br /&gt;
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Working was not too bad. I'm so grateful that I took accounts back in secondary school. Now I'm looking at them on a daily basis. It's nice to have access to all the company records. So don't piss me off. I can check if your are borrowing money from anybody. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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Going to meet the CEO and Director tomorrow. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-4745203147532073386?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4745203147532073386/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=4745203147532073386&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/4745203147532073386?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/4745203147532073386?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2011/01/lifehsbc.html" title="Life@HSBC" /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcHQXoycSp7ImA9Wx9QGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-869489762142721587</id><published>2011-01-01T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:07:10.499+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-03T01:07:10.499+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nostalgic" /><title>Reflections of 2010</title><content type="html">Wow! Another decade. It was a long while since 2000, where the worries were about Y2k and 1st day at secondary school. Today presents different challenges; my first day in a new company, meeting day to day's need and also searching for a goal, direction and perspective.&lt;br /&gt;
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As it was customary to reflect what I have done the the year before; I find it more important that ever, that I write it all out today since I have left almost every significant event of 2010 out of my blog this year. So here to summarize the year filled with trips, milestones and memories.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;January - the beginning of the end (of uni life)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It was a great way to usher in a new year with someone special.&lt;br /&gt;
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and a budget trip to Cameron Highlands with Muharram, Ting Ting and Sarah. This trip turns out to be the most cost effective and one of the trips I really really enjoyed. &amp;nbsp;Definitely going to come back here again sometime this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;February - the holiday fever continues&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Chinese New Year was celebrated with a trip to Langkawi with my bros, playing 007, small fish big fish till 4am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;t&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs408.snc3/24690_378052609315_846149315_3457988_3300780_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs408.snc3/24690_378052609315_846149315_3457988_3300780_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;March - my baby.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It grew 1 year older. The 2nd Malaysia Debate Open was remembered as one of the best regional debate tournament of that year, thanks to the awesome organizing team led by Arun and Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, there's a new baby that came to our family.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;April - Thermoaccoustic Laminar Flow Engine.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The last stage of my Final Year Project. Somehow, I managed to crap my way though a A-, a journal entry and a lecture in Taiwan with a silly research on thermoaccoustic engine.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;May - Mechanical Class of 2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The&amp;nbsp;final month for MMU's Mechanical Student was a nightmare due to a sudden revelation by our administration that they left out an core subject in our syllabus. So we had 3 days to study for one of the hardest paper in our course. But it also because of this issue, our people in our class got pretty close to prepare for this problem together.&lt;br /&gt;
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It also turns out to be less disastrous for me as I was the one of the two lucky ones who pass the paper on first attempt (out of 148 students). With that done, my holiday/debate trip for 2 months began. First stop, the All Asians University Debating Championship in Bangkok, follow by a 3 week tour to Amphawa, Krabi, Phi Phi Island and Phuket.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;June - Aussie, oy oy oy!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Had my first skiing experience in Melbourne with Nick. Turns out that I didn't fall as much as I expected. Had 5 successful runs (definition of successful remain subjective) on Mt Buller without breaking my leg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/TSBzRrn3mXI/AAAAAAAAB1c/g1eJeHgnIcw/s1600/IMG_9162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/TSBzRrn3mXI/AAAAAAAAB1c/g1eJeHgnIcw/s320/IMG_9162.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and a great side trip to Ballarat, town of gold mining with Ching Yee, Sebastian, Nick and Alva without any success of finding gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/TSB2-gMYOmI/AAAAAAAAB1g/Nvm5uHSStX0/s1600/IMG_9215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/TSB2-gMYOmI/AAAAAAAAB1g/Nvm5uHSStX0/s320/IMG_9215.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just before I left Australia for New Zealand, I played had my first golf session for this year with my uncle (first of many this year) and his porche. (unfortunately, still the first and only so far).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;July - NZ, the city of sheep.. bekkkkk..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Made ESL Finals in Australs, and spoke about politics in a cathedral. (blasphemous)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs174.snc4/38045_1389834024067_1178602463_30939051_4978079_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs174.snc4/38045_1389834024067_1178602463_30939051_4978079_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We droved 300km down south to Rotorua where we had dip in the hot spring at night (where the temperature is at 2 degree Celsius), trespassed someone's lake house and took random pictures with cows at the road side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And with this final trip, my working life as a Tunnel Engineer in Taiping begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;August - Merdeka!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Officially now a graduate with a First Class Honours Degree in Mechanical Engineering. Thank you MMU. You suck! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The only thing academic left is my lecture presentation at the WSEAS Conference for Heat, Thermal, Energy and Environment in Taiwan. I arrived there on 19th August at 11.30pm, with nowhere to go, no hotel room book and no friends. Not being able to read in Chinese nor speak Mandarin well, I wandered alone for the next 3 hours in search of the cheapest budget hotel to spend the night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thankfully, the rest of the days was much better. After my conference, I dragged the guests in my hostel (8 of them) to a club, and we partied at downtown till 4am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Coming back home, Sarah and I had a quiet independence day celebration at Penang and Taiping.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;September - Surprise surprise! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Had my first surprised birthday party!! With all the thambi, puki and minum. Bros and hoes for life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;October - Tunnel Breakthroughs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was THE month for the Tunnel Team of this Electrified Double Track Project. A major progress was made with our tunnel breakthrough of the left bore on beginning of October and right bore on the end of November. I was lucky enough experience it despite working for a mere 3 months then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Heck, we were even on all the major newspaper in Malaysia. Forever proud that we have contributed and played a direct role in Malaysia's infrastructure development.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;November 2010 - Kingdom of Far Far Away&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;... is actually not very far away at all. It's just down south, in the Universal Studio of Singapore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It really felt like we left earth and went into a fairy tale land. Singapore does seems to have everything better. Damm.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;December - Season of Joy and Happiness.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I never had a job interview before prior to the HSBC's. So it was quite a blessing that I received the job offer, on my first attempt, at a field that I am absolutely clueless about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTvHeNY7qN9EV4YYvf_sTqiIjkKUWzse41yLYizDjRJDr9jVYlfsg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="116" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTvHeNY7qN9EV4YYvf_sTqiIjkKUWzse41yLYizDjRJDr9jVYlfsg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Still dwelling in confusion,&amp;nbsp;I suddenly realized that it was Christmas, resigned from my job, and welcomed new year without making any resolutions. It was an abrupt end, maybe perhaps due to the fact that I really didn't see it coming. That 1st January of 2011 is today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Looking back on all the things I went through, I really wondered, did so many things happen in just one year?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you 2010, I hope 2011 will be equally kind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-869489762142721587?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/869489762142721587/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=869489762142721587&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/869489762142721587?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/869489762142721587?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2011/01/reflections-of-2010.html" title="Reflections of 2010" /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/TSBUP3ggxLI/AAAAAAAAB08/fpa8ZNQJx1c/s72-c/22035_244700664604_726624604_3063867_1291852_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMCRHczeCp7ImA9Wx5TE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-6432640537769554869</id><published>2010-07-29T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T14:21:05.980+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-29T14:21:05.980+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily" /><title>Convocation in 3 days time.</title><content type="html">Throughout the first week, I really enjoyed my working here. Sure, things could have been better, like friendly colleagues but the environment here is already far better than my previous internships. My routine work for now is to go to site and learn all the construction methods while study all the drawings and paperwork in the office. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'll be placed on 12 hours shift from next week onwards. Sounds tough and tiring. I dreaded that fact but will take it as an opportunity to learn more. (After all, I did went to work on Sunday even when it's my off day). &lt;br /&gt;
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And in 3 days time, I will be officially graduated :) Yay. Going to begin a new chapter of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-6432640537769554869?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6432640537769554869/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=6432640537769554869&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/6432640537769554869?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/6432640537769554869?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/07/convocation-in-3-days-time.html" title="Convocation in 3 days time." /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcDQ38zfSp7ImA9WxFaFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-3244013952793410454</id><published>2010-07-19T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:41:12.185+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-19T23:41:12.185+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays" /><title>Taiping</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today is officially my first day working as a full fledge engineer in Gamuda.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have spent much of the last 2 week whining about the fact that I’ll be placed far away again, this time in Taiping; a town in the middle north of Perak. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;A town without big shopping malls and popular franchises.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A town of laid back lifestyle, with Sunday activities meant picnic at a part. A town that I fell in love at first sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Except for the fact that its more than 3 hours drive from home and I have not known a single living soul here, this is an ideal place that I always had in mind (albeit to retire, not to work/live). &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The town reminds you of those nice outskirts in the western countries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;I brought my family around the area for 2 days. We visited the Night Safari and Maxwell Hill. The view on top of the hill is quite pleasing. The ride however was not. I nearly vomited during the 20 minute rides up the hill on the jeep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I started my first day at work today. Will blog about it soon. Freaking tired. Snores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-3244013952793410454?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3244013952793410454/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=3244013952793410454&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/3244013952793410454?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/3244013952793410454?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/07/taiping.html" title="Taiping" /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9CC_mnTLSc/SJ5W0vMMOTI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Eiud771ZzIE/s72-c/DSCN3032.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQNQHg6eip7ImA9WxFaEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-6980263476620407699</id><published>2010-07-14T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T13:46:31.612+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-14T13:46:31.612+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays" /><title>Ballarat, old town of gold.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Will you rent a car in a foreign country, drive 2 hours away, pay over a 100 ringgit for entrance fee just to enter into a old cowboy ghost town?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logic and sense have deserted me when I did exactly just that. On 24th of June, I arrive at the old gold mine of Ballarat, the Sovereign Hill.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fine. It wasn't completely deserted. It is after all, a major tourist attraction for those who go to Melbourne. And since it's the first time I entered a gold mine, it was fairly exciting... in a way.&lt;br /&gt;
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I get to pan for gold, in the cold (rhymes). And I got nothing. :(&lt;br /&gt;
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After panning for 15 minutes, I looked as stupid as this sheep.&lt;br /&gt;
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There isn't awfully much to see at Sovereign Hill. I wouldnt really recommend people to go especially if you have very little time to spare. Of course, when you're like me who's there for the 3rd time with nothing on my schedule, then you can perhaps consider place.&lt;br /&gt;
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The one thing I found fairly interesting what gold. (duh). There's this session where you get to see them pour molten gold and form it into a bar.&lt;br /&gt;
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And guess how much that bar's worth. 144 000 Aud Dollar!!!!!! For such a small thing. And I had a rare opportunity to hold it for a minute. (with a gun pointed very closely to me.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe.... it will be more fun if I steal it and run away with the typical horse cart. Reenact an old cowboy gold robbery.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That should add some life to this boring old gold mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-6980263476620407699?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6980263476620407699/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=6980263476620407699&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/6980263476620407699?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/6980263476620407699?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/07/ballarat-old-town-of-gold.html" title="Ballarat, old town of gold." /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/TD09Y5JX4mI/AAAAAAAABzs/uqsSdpjsnUI/s72-c/IMG_9186.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQCQXg_cSp7ImA9WxFaEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-5542320333831742701</id><published>2010-07-13T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T17:46:00.649+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-13T17:46:00.649+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays" /><title>Skiing on Mt. Buller, Melbourne.</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;I'm going to attempt to track all my holidays I made in the past half a year and post it here. That should give me a good ground to start blogging again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;I finally went back to Melbourne, for the 3rd time. Motivated by the fact that I did'nt manage to go skiing in the last 2, I make it a resolution not to miss is this time, not matter how much it cost. To make sure it's a go this time, I even drag Nick, who drag his French gay partner, Sebastian, and Ching Yee to come along.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just that I never anticipate that the cost was so exorbitant, that I nearly pass on it again. A 3 day trip is going to cost 600 Aud dollars, nearly equivalent to my budget for the entire trip. In the end, Ching Yee and I decided to take only a one day trip that cost 200$. Nick and Sebastian who have the cash to spare, decided to spend some alone time and head up there for all 3 days. Damm, those working guys.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It took 4 hours to get from Melbourne City to Mt. Buller. Even though we left at 6.30am, it was nearly noon by the time we get our ski equipments and reach bottom of the skiing area. With the amount of money I paid, I only have 4 hours left before heading back down towards the city at 4pm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So that's 4 hours for learning how to ski. &amp;nbsp;Nick and Sebastian (who already knows how to ski/snowboard) already had a number of runs by the time we arrive and meet them on day 2 of their trip. Thankfully, skiing wasn't as horribly hard as I imagine it to be. I was expecting to fall like crazy and not be able to walk for days after that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I manage to move on my first try. The only problem was stopping. So I had to fall to stop, which was not too bad considering the numerous layer of cloth I was wearing to withstand the cold. (4 tops and 3 bottoms, underwear not included.) But ultimately, I think having ice skated a lot in the past helps tremendously. The snow gave a very familiar sensation with ice, and the brakes techniques can be adopted as well (hockey stop). &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after my first slope, I ran to purchase the lift card&amp;nbsp;(cost me 50$)&amp;nbsp;and tried to ski all the way down from the station. It was terrifying. The slopes was much steeper than I can imagine, and I was speeding so much that I'm was almost certain I'm going to get a ticket. Unable to stop at that speed, I had to fall again before I hit someone else. The fall was so hard, that the skis came off from my leg and the poles were more than 15 meters apart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny enough, I stood up and didnt feel much pain. I took me 5 runs before I finally manage to control my speed. Until then, I nearly crash into the ski lift's supporting pillar, ran off the skiing area (into the walking area with no snow), almost knock into some kids and an old man, caused another amateur skier to fall to avoid me and got a warning to have my lift card revoke if I continue skiing like a madman.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol. Remember to avoid going to the same mountain the next time I come skiing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea. Check this space in half a year time. There just might be a new post then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-1986239503320977541?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1986239503320977541/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=1986239503320977541&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/1986239503320977541?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/1986239503320977541?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/06/saying-hello-from-melbourne.html" title="Saying hello from Melbourne" /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEGQ3k_eCp7ImA9WxBaF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-4996598653794044496</id><published>2010-03-27T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:10:22.740+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-27T23:10:22.740+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant" /><title>Earth Hour</title><content type="html">What was I doing during Earth Hour?&lt;br /&gt;
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I have no idea. Simply because I don`t even realized that Earth Hour came and go. Troubled with my Final Year Project, I had very little empathy towards anything at all. Environment, something that I quite passionate about, took a back seat. Simply put, my 'Earth Hour' had simply faded.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was talking to the mechanic from the Exhaust modification workshop. Hoping to get some information on the structure of the exhaust system, I questioned him about the catalytic converter. I was surprised that he answer he just usually take it out and throw them away.&lt;br /&gt;
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*the catalytic converter ensure all the black fume and harmful emission is converted into carbon dioxide and water.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, in doing that you gain a little bit of efficiency and power in the engine, at the expense of the environment. I could have at least contributed and attempt to convince him not to do so. But the lack of knowledge probably prevented me from saying anything. So much for studying Internal Combustion Engines, Thermodynamics and Heat Transfers.&lt;br /&gt;
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You know all those common folks sayings that studying so much at university is actually pointless. At this point, they are quite right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-4996598653794044496?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4996598653794044496/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=4996598653794044496&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/4996598653794044496?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/4996598653794044496?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/earth-hour.html" title="Earth Hour" /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMBR384eyp7ImA9WxBaFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-8914070693597110669</id><published>2010-03-26T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:27:36.133+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-26T20:27:36.133+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random" /><title>Screw journalism liability :)</title><content type="html">I`ve almost stop writing anything here since I relaunched Nexus. It`s ironic that I tried to make document events for everyone else, I completely forgotten about my own. Now that I had to let go of writing for the school press to finish up my Final Year Project, I suddenly had the urge to write here again.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are plenty of things that I should have pen down. My trip to cameron highland, langkawi and genting to name a few. I almost forget what it`s like to write something without trying to be politically correct. Or without caring who my audience is.&lt;br /&gt;
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Best of all, all it takes to write these few paragraph, is mere 5 minutes :) Yay. I should start blogging. again ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-8914070693597110669?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8914070693597110669/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=8914070693597110669&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/8914070693597110669?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/8914070693597110669?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/screw-journalism-liability.html" title="Screw journalism liability :)" /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQDRX8-fip7ImA9WxBXFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-6406383567625636346</id><published>2010-01-28T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:06:14.156+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-28T15:06:14.156+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random" /><title>The month later.</title><content type="html">Whoa. A full month since I last updated. This got to be the longest 'dry' season for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hard to imagine it`s only been a month since last Christmas. It felt like a lifetime, yet it felt as if it`s just yesterday. There`s nothing much to update to be honest. There are a few milestone though.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sarah and I are together. Officially. I don`t know when, or which point in time. But I guess holding hands in front of my parents some how made it set in stones.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are quite a number of work to be done for the Malaysia Debate Open. And the politics with it and the club is burdensome. Bunch of immature kids with no principle and ability to prioritize made this tournament one that I couldn`t recognize at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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I`m leaving for a holiday tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I guess I might be able to pen down something here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-6406383567625636346?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6406383567625636346/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=6406383567625636346&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/6406383567625636346?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/6406383567625636346?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/month-later.html" title="The month later." /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/S2E259MKR9I/AAAAAAAAByY/dTlWO6thpYI/s72-c/020110-1453.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUER38_fSp7ImA9WxBSE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-7728087002958952411</id><published>2009-12-20T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:00:06.145+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-20T18:00:06.145+08:00</app:edited><title>Hopes and Disappointment</title><content type="html">I don`t know how to start up the day worst. To know I did some mistake in my final mistake, or to find out that I had below average marks in both my coursework for two subjects.&lt;br /&gt;
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It`s hard to comprehend really. How did that ever happen. Getting marks below average. It`s fine (to some extend) if didn`t scored the highest. But below average. WTF. Also coupled with the fact&amp;nbsp;that i actually spent some effort studying in this semester, what is the message that I`m getting?&lt;br /&gt;
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That I`m stupid?&lt;br /&gt;
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That I`m too arragont to realized that?&lt;br /&gt;
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or simply, this are circumstances force on me to be humble.&lt;br /&gt;
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I resent these. There was a glimmer of hope, that I can do well. But that hope turn into a dissapointment. It usually don`t happen. I always knew what I was getting into. Not this time. I don`t know what went wrong. I don`t know how to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;
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I`m tired. There`s no point trying everything all over again. Enough of restart. I just want everything to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-7728087002958952411?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7728087002958952411/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=7728087002958952411&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/7728087002958952411?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/7728087002958952411?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/hopes-and-disappointment.html" title="Hopes and Disappointment" /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEGSXs_fip7ImA9WxBTGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-6125532723262940596</id><published>2009-12-15T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:07:08.546+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-15T13:07:08.546+08:00</app:edited><title>My first post in a protected blog</title><content type="html">Now I can say absolutely anything I want.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I have nothing to say at the moment. Wtf. &lt;br /&gt;
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There was a glimmer of hope after my presentation. I`m not going to fail after all. They might be a chance of getting an A-, but even then, my gpa will drop. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate setting targets that are too hard to achieve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-6125532723262940596?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6125532723262940596/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=6125532723262940596&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/6125532723262940596?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/6125532723262940596?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-post-in-protected-blog.html" title="My first post in a protected blog" /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYEQHk4eyp7ImA9WxNaFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-777287838866381495</id><published>2009-11-29T14:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:35:01.733+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-29T15:35:01.733+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tournaments" /><title>Chula BP Asians Debating Championship</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;Q&amp;amp;A: Why do I update my blog less frequent than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I write a lot more these days. It is just that I write a lot less here in my blog, because I find writing about myself is simply not worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in Thailand for a week to attend the 1st Asian BP Intervarsity Debating Championship. Though my motivation for going there is not so much to debate, but rather to see some old friends that I met in previous tournament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs061.snc3/12832_184403592868_539182868_3062359_3777879_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs061.snc3/12832_184403592868_539182868_3062359_3777879_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But typical to other international tournament, I end up meeting new people and spent most of my time talking nonsense n between rounds. I had made it quite clear that I want to quite debating, and been trying very hard not to attend anymore competition. So this time, I took a number of days off from debate to go sight seeing around Bangkok.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs048.snc3/13535_189212586565_544061565_3502147_6233235_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs048.snc3/13535_189212586565_544061565_3502147_6233235_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having said that, it`s so painful to see that some other teams are up there in the finals, while I sit around doing nothing. It was that spark of jealousy, disappointment and anger that nearly tempted me to go back and train for debate again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs041.snc3/12832_184403597868_539182868_3062360_3094604_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs041.snc3/12832_184403597868_539182868_3062360_3094604_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My juniors, which end up finish in the bottom half of the tabs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maybe a nudge from God will go a long way in helping me deciding what to do. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs068.snc3/13535_189212646565_544061565_3502155_4280395_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px; " src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs068.snc3/13535_189212646565_544061565_3502155_4280395_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donating in the some temple. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until then, beer will do just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11038_186607408690_726438690_3183788_5007812_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11038_186607408690_726438690_3183788_5007812_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-777287838866381495?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/777287838866381495/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=777287838866381495&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/777287838866381495?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/777287838866381495?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/chula-bp-asians-debating-championship.html" title="Chula BP Asians Debating Championship" /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQDR3g8eSp7ImA9WxNbEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-3949592083200507556</id><published>2009-11-13T04:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T05:12:56.671+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-13T05:12:56.671+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant" /><title>Goals/Target/To-do list</title><content type="html">It`s been a while since my thoughts bothered me so much till I can`t sleep. I`m not sure what prompted this, but there are so many things running in my head right now. I think, at the top is probably my academic results.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has made me quite depress after scoring quite badly last year. I had a 3.53 gpa and it partially contributed to the reason why I took a semester off. My cgpa went to 3.75 after that and the prospect of graduating with a 3.85 (my initial target in my 1st year) is unachievable. It was disappointing when the Student Affairs Division and Exam unit wanted to recommend me for the President`s Award (highest award given to a student) but couldn`t because of my horrible grades. (they need at least a 3.8).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the first time that I was limited by academic performance. Having been slightly above average all the time, things usually fall in my favor. I got into the university of my choice, the scholarship that I wanted. When facing with this stumbling block, I felt like a crippled. I had absolutely no confidence in my application to Cambridge due to such mediocre academic performance. I don`t have good communication skills or any special talent in engineering to boast either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been side track too many times, but for now, I think the first step is to get my grades back up to 3.8. I found out there are 2 subject that I can retake to push my grades significantly. Those two subjected that I screwed up pretty badly due to my commitment to debate tournaments. Since I don`t have that much time to spare, I`ll probably retake one of it. Just by dropping that subject will pushed my current grades to 3.78, and scoring an A will push it up to 3.796. If I go all out and take another subject while scoring A for the rest, I can effectively push it back up to 3.86. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though that would mean having no life at all, camping in library everyday, and waking up for 8am classes. I definitely don`t think it`s worth it. There are so much that I wanted to do. Fulfilling the vision of the student publication board, ensuring my debating club have proper leaders to take over and continue to achieve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after all this reflection in the past two hours, these are the things that I have pledge to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Consult my lecturer on retaking Strength of Material (first year subject)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Graduate with at least a 3.80 pointer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Win an engineering award for my final year project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Ensure daily update on my university online news portal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Getting at least 1000 people on campus to read the news&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Daily meetings for the board 3-5 pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Daily group study session at night. 8-10pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I need now is the strength and will to carry on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-3949592083200507556?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3949592083200507556/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=3949592083200507556&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/3949592083200507556?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/3949592083200507556?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/goalstargetto-do-list.html" title="Goals/Target/To-do list" /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUDQ3c7fip7ImA9WxNbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-4317712570509312794</id><published>2009-11-13T02:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:57:52.906+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-13T02:57:52.906+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="updates" /><title>Wow, A complete lack of updates.</title><content type="html">I`ve been writing a fair bit over the past week. None of it is on this blog, or msn shout outs or on facebook. It seems there`s very little attachment left for my online social networking sites. I finally have a life? Lol&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Significant highlights in the past 1 week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I`m extremely glad to see more than 25 articles in the pipeline since came in to help to restructure the Student Publication Board. I have also get a fair bit of complain of "Bossy, likes to order people around" title. Which is absolutely fine with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Argubly, also earned the title of  most kepoh student on campus. I knew exactly what event`s happening at what time, and place, and the reporter who`s assigned to write up on those article.  On the contrary, I don`t even know my lectures time table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Skipped too many class that I think attendance now stands at 10%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I moved my piano to my new home and got it tune. It sounds amazingly nice, though I barely have time to play it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Went for a lan party last Saturday and played Dota in a team fulled of pro players. It`s extremely scary. My team won before any of the other team reach lvl 10. I contributed absolutely nothing to the team :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) My uncle came down to took my motorcycle back home. I tried not to use the car too often and got myself a bicycle instead to save the environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that`s the updates for now. I need some motivation to go to class and study for my mid term next week. I think I`ll be in serious trouble if I continue skipping more classes. Till then :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-4317712570509312794?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4317712570509312794/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=4317712570509312794&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/4317712570509312794?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/4317712570509312794?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow-complete-lack-of-updates.html" title="Wow, A complete lack of updates." /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYFSX0zfyp7ImA9WxNUEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-1338237457568901406</id><published>2009-11-03T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:28:38.387+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T18:28:38.387+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Campus Life" /><title>The quest to get  a banner</title><content type="html">Alex goes to ask someone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A : The banner is in the store room&lt;br /&gt;   *goes to the store room and finds it lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A: The key to the room is with Person B&lt;br /&gt;    *goes to person B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person B : Oh, the door lock is actually spoil.&lt;br /&gt;    *for how long?&lt;br /&gt;                 : couple of months&lt;br /&gt;    *then why are you not fixing it?&lt;br /&gt;                 : waiting for person C to buy the replacement lock&lt;br /&gt;     * goes to person C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person C : I think we have a spare lock somewhere in the room. Ask back Person A&lt;br /&gt;       * goes to person D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A : Ouh, yea we do have a lock, but we don`t want to break it down. We need to ask the maintenance guy.&lt;br /&gt;        * loses patience: then why don`t you call the maintenance guy.&lt;br /&gt;                 : It`s lunch hour. I`ll call after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Person A:  Oh, I forgot to call, let me call them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hours later :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *maintenance guy no where to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store room is still lock and no banner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-1338237457568901406?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1338237457568901406/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=1338237457568901406&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/1338237457568901406?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/1338237457568901406?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/quest-to-get-banner.html" title="The quest to get  a banner" /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAERX44eCp7ImA9WxNVGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-5609862062679857870</id><published>2009-10-30T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:58:24.030+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-30T22:58:24.030+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily" /><title>Academic Week 1</title><content type="html">Phew. I`m actually quite relieved. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think a lot have happened, and I really felt like a different person already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a few milestones this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Completing my internship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Moving out of my old house and into a new one with my classmate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Resolved my credit hour issue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Settled my course registration &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Selected a lecturer for my Final Year Project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Dealt with my whole emotional swings with regards to my previous relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Rejoin the Student Publication Board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things will be slightly different this year and I`m looking forward to a exciting final year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-5609862062679857870?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5609862062679857870/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=5609862062679857870&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/5609862062679857870?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/5609862062679857870?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/academic-week-1.html" title="Academic Week 1" /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cNSXw6fyp7ImA9WxNVFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-1928175694860723194</id><published>2009-10-25T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:38:18.217+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-25T13:38:18.217+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant" /><title>The last weekend</title><content type="html">It was as quiet as it can get. One would expect people to party till they drop dead on their last. Any last. Here I am, spending 12 hours in the office, walking endlessly on Jusco, wondering whether I should buy the shoe that I have been eying for the past one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things I had in mind. Like going for a hike at Penang, walking around the day, or just spending my afternoon at the botanical garden. But in my plans, there`s always someone there. In the absences of companies, those plans doesn`t seem too interesting anymore. The internet and arcade filled in the void just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here`s to my last weekend at Penang. A toast to the end of 4 months's (academic) isolation and a life back in Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in all fairness, I did enjoy my time here. I had my share of clubbing, hangovers during the morning in office, and sports till I can barely move. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-1928175694860723194?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1928175694860723194/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=1928175694860723194&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/1928175694860723194?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/1928175694860723194?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-weekend.html" title="The last weekend" /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8GSHw6eip7ImA9WxNVE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-3668602854124379518</id><published>2009-10-24T14:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:03:49.212+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-24T15:03:49.212+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><title /><content type="html">There will be times when one listen to a song, he'll say, 'that`s exactly what I`m feeling right now'. Often, we marveled at how words by other can accurately reflect our feeling, especially when we fail to express them with our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following poem is written by &lt;a href="http://heartzofgold.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joash&lt;/a&gt; back in 2007. It was as relevant then as it is now.  In the midst of uncertainty, I find this comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Title : To say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); text-align: left;"&gt;To say I love you, is more than just words from the mouth&lt;br /&gt;It's more than just mere stuff that any guy would say to a pretty girl hoping that the girl would respond&lt;br /&gt;But it's a commitment I promise not to you, but to myself&lt;br /&gt;To be there for you whether or not you need me by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say I love you, is more than just a present&lt;br /&gt;A gift that can be bought with money or prizes&lt;br /&gt;But it's a price that has been paid for, with tears and pain&lt;br /&gt;To put that smile not just on your face, but in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say I love you, is nothing about wanting you&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing about hoping that you can be there for me or that you will always be by my side&lt;br /&gt;But it's about letting you have the best you can ever want&lt;br /&gt;Even if it means that you will never put me first even if I make you the princess of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say I love you, is always about you and you alone&lt;br /&gt;Your happiness, your laughter, your joy, your life&lt;br /&gt;To hope that you will always have the best in life, to give you the best of me&lt;br /&gt;Even if it requires me to love you without being loved in return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say I love you, it means more than anything to me&lt;br /&gt;Coz I know that at the end of the day, it's not what you do in return that truly matters&lt;br /&gt;But what I've done for you, and what I can do to you, that could make a difference&lt;br /&gt;Even if love hurts to much and if the process gets to painful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see,&lt;br /&gt;when many can love each other, not everyone can love without being loved in return&lt;br /&gt;when many can wait for each other, not everyone can wait for nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet when someone makes that decision to wait and love with no assurance of a future,&lt;br /&gt;that brings out the true essence of love altogether&lt;br /&gt;Coz Love, after all,&lt;br /&gt;is about giving without getting&lt;br /&gt;is about paying without receiving&lt;br /&gt;is about dying to yourself for others&lt;br /&gt;and to hang on even when it gets too hard and tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say I love you,&lt;br /&gt;I truly mean it, and I do mean it. Just hope you'll understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-3668602854124379518?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3668602854124379518/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=3668602854124379518&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/3668602854124379518?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/3668602854124379518?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-will-be-times-when-one-listen-to.html" title="" /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIDQ3czeyp7ImA9WxNVEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-1428964271236322988</id><published>2009-10-23T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:02:52.983+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-23T17:02:52.983+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant" /><title>Inspiration</title><content type="html">I dire need for writer`s inspiration to write my Internship report, Final Year project proposal and Graduate School application. Over usage of verbal broken English translate into writing as well. I can`t help but loathed the things I write. Message are lost in the midst of those jumbled up sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do journalist get their inspiration from?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-1428964271236322988?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1428964271236322988/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=1428964271236322988&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/1428964271236322988?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/1428964271236322988?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/inspiration.html" title="Inspiration" /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUCRHc6fip7ImA9WxNVEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-5135543497282700814</id><published>2009-10-23T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:17:45.916+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-23T00:17:45.916+08:00</app:edited><title>I`m sad.</title><content type="html">Today, I'm sad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I felt like I`m invisible at the work place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because a friendship was lost due to food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I couldn`t even keep a conversation with someone I really want to talk to at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because when I really need someone to listen, no one in mind pops up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because nothing can be done to change these no matter how sorry, or hard I try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-5135543497282700814?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5135543497282700814/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=5135543497282700814&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/5135543497282700814?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/5135543497282700814?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-sad.html" title="I`m sad." /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cEQXw6eCp7ImA9WxNVEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-8826678293740999018</id><published>2009-10-22T16:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:50:00.210+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-22T17:50:00.210+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays" /><title>Effie's visit to KL</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SuAn-6hlOlI/AAAAAAAAByA/KCARU992g3U/s1600-h/DSC00011+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 3 weeks ago, Effie came with her bf, Jonathan for a short holiday in Malaysia. I find my self knowing embarrassingly little about my own country. We were to meet at the Islamic Arts Musuem, and I don`t know where it is. Heck,  I never even knew we had one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*and I`m pretty damm sure all you Malaysians who are reading this have no clue where it is either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a pretty good museum. Fantastic design, surprisingly well maintained (obviously from government funding), and like all government`s white elephant project, completely deserted. At the cafe, we were pretty much the only person around. While every single road in kl is cramped with family cars heading for their weekend shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to take picture in that museum, but I did take a few at the Bird Park about 1km away from the place. Bet you didn`t know either, that the KL Bird Park is the largest covered aviary in the world. I`ll swear I never going to offer to be a tour guide in KL anymore. lol. (at least without researching before hand). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SuAn-6hlOlI/AAAAAAAAByA/KCARU992g3U/s320/DSC00011+(4).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395356315405335122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The park was quite amazing in my opinion. They had a cafe where one can have tea and food at the balcony with birds flying around you. And we a silly looking horn bill staring at us for quite some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SuAlCctwnOI/AAAAAAAABxw/-uBDwP93F7c/s1600-h/DSC00009+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SuAlCctwnOI/AAAAAAAABxw/-uBDwP93F7c/s320/DSC00009+(5).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395353077587942626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little did we know, it was a diversion. The horn bills real aim is the left over food at the table beside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SuAmvWGHrhI/AAAAAAAABx4/OUHUVhY84XI/s1600-h/DSC00007+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SuAmvWGHrhI/AAAAAAAABx4/OUHUVhY84XI/s320/DSC00007+(3).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395354948416810514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a bill that long, its a wonder how they eat. Chewing a simple fries required techniques of throwing, biting, moving it to a different angle, bite again...... jeez, and I thought our life are difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*btw, anyone realized that Effie look remarkably identical to Claire in that picture?. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-8826678293740999018?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8826678293740999018/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=8826678293740999018&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/8826678293740999018?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/8826678293740999018?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/effies-visit-to-kl.html" title="Effie's visit to KL" /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SuAn-6hlOlI/AAAAAAAAByA/KCARU992g3U/s72-c/DSC00011+(4).JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYARHsyeyp7ImA9WxNVEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-702619403431603846</id><published>2009-10-21T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:02:25.593+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-21T11:02:25.593+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="FYP" /><title>Random Ideas #34049883349404</title><content type="html">The technology of heating up things through waves have long existed. Microwave sends rf signals in 2.5ghz which only elements like water and fats absorbs. I used to think they achieve some form of resonance, and through superposition, we have atoms vibrating at a extremely high amplitude. Just like ppl, when you move a lot, you feel hot. (ok, lousy analogy), but essentially, with the higher energy, we have higher vibration and hence, higher temperature.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just thinking if we can somehow send wave that is out of phase with the vibration, we can effectively halt the atom`s movement and achieve extremely low temperature. The only problem is that this theory is flawed. Atoms doesn`t vibrate in a sinusoidal wave, (or at least I don`t think it does), which is why the term was 'RF is being absorb by water molecules" rather than resonates. I`m also not sure how atom vibration in solid state differs from those in gaseous, where atoms zooms randomly in Brownian movements. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it`s quite a cool concept to think of anyhow. Refrigeration will take embark on a new process. (it already is with the emergence of thermoacoustics). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on another thought, it will be quite cool to have a portable microwave device also. Just beam at a food and it heats up. Beam at ppl you don`t like, and look at them get boiled. Lol.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-702619403431603846?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/702619403431603846/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=702619403431603846&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/702619403431603846?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/702619403431603846?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-ideas-34049883349404.html" title="Random Ideas #34049883349404" /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUNSXs7eSp7ImA9WxNWGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743530.post-4882798099483622144</id><published>2009-10-19T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:18:18.501+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-19T21:18:18.501+08:00</app:edited><title>The words not spoken.</title><content type="html">I came back to say that I miss her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somethings are better left unsaid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7743530-4882798099483622144?l=thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4882798099483622144/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7743530&amp;postID=4882798099483622144&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/4882798099483622144?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7743530/posts/default/4882798099483622144?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thepuzzlesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/words-not-spoken.html" title="The words not spoken." /><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031043889249926831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJE3gC-daQY/SO5YXceTpPI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Q2ihi_7BIIk/S220/self,+msn+edited.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

