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It was a 3 days and 2 nights camp, with handpicked students coming from high schools across Msia who submitted photo project entries to Sony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had alot of fun there, nice break from routine student life.. got to know a bunch of nice people..took some photographs using my friend's camera.. thanks &lt;a href="http://www.zhiqins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Albert&lt;/a&gt;! for introducing me there in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its currently the 7th or 8th week of class (of 14), some group work have started, like History and Language &amp;amp; Communication Skills final assignments. i might be leader for history again...the 4 students who scored highest in the previous test and project gets to form their own team, but we don't necessarily have to be leader ourselves. Anyway, it is a good opportunity to do something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our batch of students are going to choose majors by the 10th of November. i've decided on Multimedia Design, mainly because of my interest in computers, (so far) efficiency in learning software, and because the subjects look like a good starting point for me to enter the industry... and also because im not so proficient in handicraft la.. . haha.......(more like lazy..)&lt;br /&gt;As i understand, the Multimedia course is like a middle road of Advertising and Animation..it is heavier on skills than theory and concepts like Advertising, but not as technically demanding as Animation. The course cover areas like website design, basic game design (dont know much about that yet), videography, 2D animation (like flash applications), coding from Flash, HTML, CSS and others..&lt;br /&gt;On the interaction side, i guess multimedia focuses more on simple interaction that keeps you interested in whatever we design to catch your attention. Advertising may lack that level of interaction, at the same time it is usually not a project as big as the Animation course stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving this course, i may end up as a graphic designer, a flash animator, involved in constructing websites, or maybe enter the broadcasting industry, doing animations or videos for tv channels (like 8tv type of animations) ...&lt;br /&gt;So basically that's what im gonna get myself into over the next 2 years lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will upload the camp photos in facebook later when i get them, probably today. Whoevers reading, see u when i see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-7062501122526716363?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/z2b1-RESSQM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/z2b1-RESSQM/updates.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/11/updates.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-7922438376081694279</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T10:31:00.625-08:00</atom:updated><title>ciaoz</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/Su3T0wPZIRI/AAAAAAAABmo/bTNcEX23Gps/s1600-h/DSC01346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/Su3R_rk_N7I/AAAAAAAABmg/7JqcOxWhNJ0/s400/DSC01345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399202420246919090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maximalimashiong for chee kong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-1021468539985438744?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/ceIVGcpBCRY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/ceIVGcpBCRY/maximalimashiong.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/Su3R_rk_N7I/AAAAAAAABmg/7JqcOxWhNJ0/s72-c/DSC01345.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/11/maximalimashiong.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-1397948622622802430</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 03:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T20:10:19.942-07:00</atom:updated><title>oh wao</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SukHOdvwV_I/AAAAAAAABmQ/Cj2xLfIJ7a8/s1600-h/DSC01339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SuNBhkSbezI/AAAAAAAABmA/GixrBuHWH6Q/s400/IMG_1003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396228823452449586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOA Halloween night party preview... my facebook for more photos later x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SuNAZtwktzI/AAAAAAAABl4/TEiBC2w1zLo/s1600-h/IMG_0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SuNAZtwktzI/AAAAAAAABl4/TEiBC2w1zLo/s400/IMG_0691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396227589044221746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SuNAY3_kD4I/AAAAAAAABlo/xO81vVYMmP8/s1600-h/57.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SuNAY3_kD4I/AAAAAAAABlo/xO81vVYMmP8/s400/57.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396227574611578754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SuNAYgVyE3I/AAAAAAAABlg/oZSGN_RIPts/s1600-h/30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SuNAYgVyE3I/AAAAAAAABlg/oZSGN_RIPts/s400/30.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396227568262321010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SuNAYeXH8yI/AAAAAAAABlY/GzsmloZ6hjc/s1600-h/IMG_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SuNAYeXH8yI/AAAAAAAABlY/GzsmloZ6hjc/s400/IMG_0485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396227567731077922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;costume competition preparations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-7812164221174685643?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/I5Oe6_o2dwM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/I5Oe6_o2dwM/halloween.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SuNBhkSbezI/AAAAAAAABmA/GixrBuHWH6Q/s72-c/IMG_1003.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-8991682159472664336</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 20:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T13:46:44.562-07:00</atom:updated><title>4.37am</title><description>My heart still goes out to the same girl who just wants to be herself, I still have the same feelings for her. Even though I went through a new life these few months, looking at it now, the feeling is still the same...Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I feel so peaceful and unexpectedly not-sleepy, at these times in the morning, 4am, when I should be sleeping / sleepy / driftingthroughconciousandsubconciouswhiledoingsomeassignment ? Maybe its a psychological thing, its a fact I have nowhere to go, I'm not expecting anyone to contact me for anything, my mind is at ease and calm, though a little tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I was awake at this time, I quit Mousehunt and MythMonger, left most of the groups n deleted the apps in Facebook which I never open anyway, showered and went out to admire the peace and quiet at the balcony. What changed after that was I became more extrovert, instead of being at home all the time to click that horn, I started to join other people, socialize more in class (i think, or maybe that part is still the same). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I recalled this simile which I found useful for my meditation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is like sitting in the driver's seat of a car going down the highway. Just slowly take your hands off the steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to do some meditation and sleep now. Have a good day, I mean attitude... its not the events that matters so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: there's nothing to be afraid of.... your mind is not a real road where you might crash into something. Just remember to look for peace and calm, and happiness...for you and others. Then you're on the right track. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-8991682159472664336?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/3hnGvJdz6aU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/3hnGvJdz6aU/437am.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/10/437am.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-7975572018749277783</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-08T07:41:56.654-07:00</atom:updated><title>a talk on How to Stop your mind</title><description>Ajahn Brahm: How to Stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"......... . Advanced meditators can stop so much, they see so deeply into things, they see through time, through the world, into their mind... through the mind, into nothing.. the ultimate. So you got to reaally stop to be able to see that. The interesting thing is, the deeper you see, the more beautiful it becomes... which is why these states of stopping in Buddhism are also called states of bliss.. an ecstasy. Which is why I keep saying here just the happiness you get in meditation exceeds anything in the world, it just keeps getting better and better and better.. And it's not something which is against the seeing of truth, but its part of the truth... the truth is beautiful, you find. When you stop, you might get overwhelmed by the beauty, but what you're seeing is the most real thing in the world. More real, than thoughts or ideas, which are just conditioned from outside..which are just taught to you. This is actually seeing something which is real and true for yourself. And sometimes all these ideas of what the world is, Gods and religions and rebirth or one life, you start to see that for what it really is... just the mind moving. Allow the mind to be still..... sshhhh.... that's where you find truth. And the most important truth which a person needs, is the truth of contentment, of happiness, of freedom, of peace...  ..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-7975572018749277783?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/XJadX1B4tR8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/XJadX1B4tR8/talk-on-how-to-stop-your-mind.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/10/talk-on-how-to-stop-your-mind.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-3390170942112563703</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 02:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T19:51:57.296-07:00</atom:updated><title>LCS 2</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SsgNd4OT0OI/AAAAAAAABlQ/jf83a4C4xMk/s1600-h/LCS_senseappeal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SsgNd4OT0OI/AAAAAAAABlQ/jf83a4C4xMk/s400/LCS_senseappeal2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388571761108570338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SsgNdUUfVoI/AAAAAAAABlI/gHRTesa63O0/s1600-h/LCS_senseappeal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SsgNdUUfVoI/AAAAAAAABlI/gHRTesa63O0/s400/LCS_senseappeal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388571751470814850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assignment for Language and Communication Skills, what do you guys think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-3390170942112563703?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/UI-3pKMH6eY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/UI-3pKMH6eY/lcs-2.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SsgNd4OT0OI/AAAAAAAABlQ/jf83a4C4xMk/s72-c/LCS_senseappeal2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/10/lcs-2.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-5007597262798671759</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 12:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-29T05:48:51.461-07:00</atom:updated><title>劝告</title><description>如果有坏习惯的话，应该趁现在面对.... 不然， 以后做工的日子很容易让人家占上风。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-5007597262798671759?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/PbECJV4oPso" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/PbECJV4oPso/blog-post_29.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_29.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-439238031959564934</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 08:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-27T02:25:13.810-07:00</atom:updated><title>design II</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/Sr8kTgCMnXI/AAAAAAAABk4/_mO5oxRheCU/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/Sr8kTgCMnXI/AAAAAAAABk4/_mO5oxRheCU/s400/DSC01296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386063596793666930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recent assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/Sr8vYR5R3pI/AAAAAAAABlA/AkwHAzhv1NE/s1600-h/DSC01297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/Sr8vYR5R3pI/AAAAAAAABlA/AkwHAzhv1NE/s400/DSC01297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386075773525417618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revised&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-439238031959564934?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/anKiwgANBlI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/anKiwgANBlI/design-ii.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/Sr8kTgCMnXI/AAAAAAAABk4/_mO5oxRheCU/s72-c/DSC01296.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/09/design-ii.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-4898173514505934180</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-25T09:34:38.977-07:00</atom:updated><title>it is a long road alone</title><description>Fireworks, suddenly lit up this night. Usually that would mean the lights, but I can't see it from my room. All the same, the sounds lit up the night... which reminded me of Chinese New Year, watching the live broadcast from China with my family at home, with neighbour's houses unusually bright and the occasional burst of fireworks. So it was a nice moment for me, being in my room far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago I wrote a personal message on msn which has yet to change, and today yet another close girl friend said i am a special friend to her. She should be the third one to have said so. Somehow, i am usually special, but not 'the one'. lols.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I'm down and depressed, its just something about this life.... makes me feel like smiling...i think i just got, and eventually will get the humor of it all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-4898173514505934180?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/5wElv-AlEpA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/5wElv-AlEpA/it-is-long-road-alone.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-is-long-road-alone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-3734688034033403229</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 12:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-24T19:47:38.567-07:00</atom:updated><title>Malacca trip</title><description>*updated some photos i overlooked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I went to Malacca during our short Raya holidays. The first 2 days were pretty much travelling around eating, sleeping very late, waking up very late (and so morning plans all phail) and eat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malacca Planetarium &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrtpaH972yI/AAAAAAAABjg/fIQn_llnPPM/s1600-h/DSCN3491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrtpaH972yI/AAAAAAAABjg/fIQn_llnPPM/s400/DSCN3491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385013676987898658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrtpZrnh79I/AAAAAAAABjY/b9rcBZT3afA/s1600-h/DSCN3488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrtpZrnh79I/AAAAAAAABjY/b9rcBZT3afA/s400/DSCN3488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385013669377732562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrtpZOVeS5I/AAAAAAAABjQ/0DSQxJ3e1KU/s1600-h/DSCN3481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrtpZOVeS5I/AAAAAAAABjQ/0DSQxJ3e1KU/s400/DSCN3481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385013661517368210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrtpYrsr3TI/AAAAAAAABjI/eXuHIP7Ccyw/s1600-h/DSCN3480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrtpYrsr3TI/AAAAAAAABjI/eXuHIP7Ccyw/s400/DSCN3480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385013652219485490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrtpYFM6faI/AAAAAAAABjA/qglDXopHTIo/s1600-h/DSCN3476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrtpYFM6faI/AAAAAAAABjA/qglDXopHTIo/s400/DSCN3476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385013641885679010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that we visited the Malacca Planetarium. Not very spectacular... the exhibits and information are just 2 dimensional displays and videos on the walls, and the interactive ones are just lame. For me, I don't see the point of spending money on that + the building.&lt;br /&gt;After walking around the (small) first floor which were mostly exhibits and introductory stuff, we went up for the big screen theatre with a similiar-to-3D effect.&lt;br /&gt;The short movie about our Universe was SO ULTRABORING that i only remember the title coming up and slept through the rest.. apparently so did everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jongker Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrtqQzLEU9I/AAAAAAAABj4/AlD_P51q5Pc/s1600-h/DSCN3501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrtqQzLEU9I/AAAAAAAABj4/AlD_P51q5Pc/s400/DSCN3501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385014616298640338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrtqQakjwwI/AAAAAAAABjw/bcWKzInB9-0/s1600-h/DSCN3497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrtqQakjwwI/AAAAAAAABjw/bcWKzInB9-0/s400/DSCN3497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385014609694671618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrtqPxeEYlI/AAAAAAAABjo/A_ttD-46nlU/s1600-h/DSCN3495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrtqPxeEYlI/AAAAAAAABjo/A_ttD-46nlU/s400/DSCN3495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385014598661595730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to Jongker Street, a popular pasar-malam style place but has also bars, restaurants and a stage at one end with people singing old songs. Not sure if it was just temporary.&lt;br /&gt;Jongker Street is quite unique, to talk about location and purpose.. it felt like a blend of Taiwan night market in a Baba-Nonya + Portugese heritage setting. There are plenty stalls selling items you dont usually see in supermarkets, like umbrellas that look like metallic water bottles when kept, and behind those stalls are mostly places to eat, which again look very unique. (soli no photos)&lt;br /&gt;It started to rain a little when we sat down to eat. It subsided soon but the crowd didnt..we continued to walk abit and headed back to the car. Passing under an old building, songs by a foreign tongue was heard above, that of the immigrant type, though i dont know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eye on Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQjnrc9b-T0/SrooxDsjrRI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wHnbekKwjUk/s1600/DSC00660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 394px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQjnrc9b-T0/SrooxDsjrRI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wHnbekKwjUk/s1600/DSC00660.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrttHCU09eI/AAAAAAAABkI/vcETKRv1Jio/s1600-h/DSCN3509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrttHCU09eI/AAAAAAAABkI/vcETKRv1Jio/s400/DSCN3509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385017747102299618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrttGrBmcWI/AAAAAAAABkA/ptJ4yzwVbrQ/s1600-h/DSCN3506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrttGrBmcWI/AAAAAAAABkA/ptJ4yzwVbrQ/s400/DSCN3506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385017740847640930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally in KL, the Eye on Malaysia ferris wheel has moved to Malacca, for what reason I have no idea. I assume the view in KL should be more interesting than the few lights and black river i saw in the night of Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;The ride was 6 or 8 rounds which cost around rm7. 6 of us were in the carriage and they decided to rock it, especially after they found out i am afraid of heights.... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jusco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the nights, we went to Jusco and bought some food for our bbq breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;The Malacca Jusco logo is abit different.. The S and C are 1.5mm further apart compared to the standard design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;After paying, we stepped into the lift, and Albert suddenly went and pulled down his kid brother's (Ah Wei) pants just as the lift doors open. The poor kid was never the same again. XD&lt;br /&gt;Melvin later played with ah wei so much ( ie: spinning him in a trolley) that he ended up vommiting at the carpark, but also because Ah Wei is an almost hyperactive kid. How i noe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once like him.&lt;br /&gt;..somehow that dont seem very funny. forget it &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pasar malam, grandma house, Jusco and Melaka Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQjnrc9b-T0/Srol8BDb6xI/AAAAAAAAAT4/oaJnZrWAC2o/s1600/DSC01130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQjnrc9b-T0/Srol8BDb6xI/AAAAAAAAAT4/oaJnZrWAC2o/s1600/DSC01130.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQjnrc9b-T0/Srol0GBI0BI/AAAAAAAAATw/CPU38QVRvyw/s1600/DSC01133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQjnrc9b-T0/Srol0GBI0BI/AAAAAAAAATw/CPU38QVRvyw/s1600/DSC01133.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from: &lt;a href="http://penteltack.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_23.html"&gt;http://penteltack.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_23.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the nights, we went to the pasar malam near Albert's grandmother's house. Forgot to mention, i had ulcers on my lip and tongue for some time already, so eating is love and torture. haiz. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;We reached there at 7.30 and had a movie at 8:15, but the 3 places were all quite near so still ok. Later had dinner at their grandmother's house and then went to Melaka Mall to watch 吓到笑, but full adi when we got there so decided to watch the one at 10+. In the meantime we went to Jusco again (across the road) had lots of laughs when i tried on some jacket made for 11-12 year olds. After that play in the arcade awhile then go bk to Melaka Mall.&lt;br /&gt;Nice movie, should watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sungai Malacca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrwuJOgiMJI/AAAAAAAABkw/lAkJwEvO4VI/s1600-h/DSCN35182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrwuJOgiMJI/AAAAAAAABkw/lAkJwEvO4VI/s400/DSCN35182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385229990476525714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrwuI1frvFI/AAAAAAAABko/FC2E0AEqYYg/s1600-h/DSCN35172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrwuI1frvFI/AAAAAAAABko/FC2E0AEqYYg/s400/DSCN35172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385229983762070610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrwuIQggYFI/AAAAAAAABkg/bfkrOKDRbfo/s1600-h/DSCN35202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrwuIQggYFI/AAAAAAAABkg/bfkrOKDRbfo/s400/DSCN35202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385229973833408594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQjnrc9b-T0/Srokeh45X7I/AAAAAAAAATA/HKsthPJtwTg/s1600/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQjnrc9b-T0/Srokeh45X7I/AAAAAAAAATA/HKsthPJtwTg/s1600/DSC00730.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQjnrc9b-T0/SrokCWxzJrI/AAAAAAAAASw/7R7KncmLZ4w/s1600/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQjnrc9b-T0/SrokCWxzJrI/AAAAAAAAASw/7R7KncmLZ4w/s1600/DSC00722.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they said i look like a ghost, and sounded like its not a good thing :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the nights, we strolled along a river. There were many small decorative lights there, and apparently yipin+decorative lights+a group of increasingly high friends = crazy ideas. Maybe we should get high first next time before brainstorming on assignments x)&lt;br /&gt;We ended up doing it twice, the second time trying to catch tourists attention as they pass by in boats. There were flashes, maybe some people took photos of me and i will live in their memories and be passed down to generations.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uncategorized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrwuHhM3hOI/AAAAAAAABkQ/4_rKFORCUyw/s1600-h/DSC01256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrwuHhM3hOI/AAAAAAAABkQ/4_rKFORCUyw/s400/DSC01256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385229961134572770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrwuIL682_I/AAAAAAAABkY/ruqc7NB7pQk/s1600-h/DSC01259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrwuIL682_I/AAAAAAAABkY/ruqc7NB7pQk/s400/DSC01259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385229972602149874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Albert's sister made sandwhiches and balloons for us. so nice. we thanked her by writing notes on tissue paper. not easy to write ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to blog bout the food, din take any photos also. Check out my friend's blog (mentioned above) for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also missed out a few things... nevermind.. anyway it was good fun..thanks to &lt;a href="http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Albert&lt;/a&gt; for the trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-3734688034033403229?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/QVCcgypMWhw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/QVCcgypMWhw/malacca-trip.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrtpaH972yI/AAAAAAAABjg/fIQn_llnPPM/s72-c/DSCN3491.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/09/malacca-trip.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-598009201377500902</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 10:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-24T03:30:30.397-07:00</atom:updated><title>random</title><description>just realized my handphone has calender that can make appointments. hiya. so nice, now only see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-598009201377500902?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/2qQRiGq_Hz4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/2qQRiGq_Hz4/random.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/09/random.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-7959043730014712927</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 13:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-17T06:12:59.722-07:00</atom:updated><title>sample</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrI1ytF6JwI/AAAAAAAABiw/RHDsb9S7gqE/s1600-h/DSC01254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrI1ytF6JwI/AAAAAAAABiw/RHDsb9S7gqE/s400/DSC01254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382423649875273474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-7959043730014712927?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/lkGiiZmr3vE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/lkGiiZmr3vE/sample.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SrI1ytF6JwI/AAAAAAAABiw/RHDsb9S7gqE/s72-c/DSC01254.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/09/sample.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-4102730929149287691</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 12:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-15T05:33:21.476-07:00</atom:updated><title>Nutox and Nanowhite</title><description>Fuiyo man! look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/Sq-Hwpxb8SI/AAAAAAAABig/FJU6V2NY34I/s1600-h/DSC01250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/Sq-Hwpxb8SI/AAAAAAAABig/FJU6V2NY34I/s400/DSC01250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381669349647708450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/Sq-HwL4c6dI/AAAAAAAABiY/DO0ofAPWSwU/s1600-h/DSC01249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/Sq-HwL4c6dI/AAAAAAAABiY/DO0ofAPWSwU/s400/DSC01249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381669341624068562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got them in Design 2 class, Nutox and Nanowhite (skin care products) placed their products in The One Academy for students to come up with a festive package design.... and we all got a free sample.. im doing Nutox.&lt;br /&gt;So if anybody is using Nutox, please let me know ya.. just wanna hear more about the product. Thaankshh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-4102730929149287691?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/w9Rquvo2Mlg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/w9Rquvo2Mlg/nutox-and-nanowhite.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/Sq-Hwpxb8SI/AAAAAAAABig/FJU6V2NY34I/s72-c/DSC01250.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/09/nutox-and-nanowhite.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-8865295975925394888</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 11:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T04:37:09.739-07:00</atom:updated><title>helo</title><description>recently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SqzZOXivTzI/AAAAAAAABiQ/_2WaEoMQb88/s1600-h/DSCN3458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SqzZOXivTzI/AAAAAAAABiQ/_2WaEoMQb88/s400/DSCN3458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380914495662018354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SqzZN39N6iI/AAAAAAAABiI/jfghQ1DI5uk/s1600-h/DSCN3460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SqzZN39N6iI/AAAAAAAABiI/jfghQ1DI5uk/s400/DSCN3460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380914487183141410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assignments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-8865295975925394888?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/uu-HZtPd5Zk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/uu-HZtPd5Zk/helo.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SqzZOXivTzI/AAAAAAAABiQ/_2WaEoMQb88/s72-c/DSCN3458.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/09/helo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-1773024503639534186</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 10:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T04:46:57.364-07:00</atom:updated><title>yo yo !</title><description>Ever since the 'death' of sibehsibehsian.blogspot.com, I've been looking for a funny and entertaining blog, and with some originality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;s&gt;forgetting all about sibeh sian&lt;/s&gt; years of searching, i finally found.. or stumble upon actually, another one of those blog that makes me laugh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a fan of Stephen Chow, has one of his gila songs as her sms ringtone; she is quite funny.. sometimes hilarious, ..and can chat like there's no tomorrow.. you can see that in the style she 'speaks' through her posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's a monkey addict. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storyteller-wahaha.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Wassup Blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt; see even the blog name is shouting at you HEYYO!! &lt;br /&gt;im doing this &lt;s&gt;because i owe her&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;because i owe her&lt;/s&gt; because its a nice blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-1773024503639534186?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/6gOoA2P9DYY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/6gOoA2P9DYY/yo-yo.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/09/yo-yo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-8606499383701609534</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-07T08:34:36.927-07:00</atom:updated><title>yi pin</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SqUmE9pBZAI/AAAAAAAABiA/0xeishnuezQ/s1600-h/yipin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SqUmE9pBZAI/AAAAAAAABiA/0xeishnuezQ/s400/yipin2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378747196671878146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SqUluA_IAHI/AAAAAAAABh4/41CXZ4wfOPo/s1600-h/DSC01151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SqUluA_IAHI/AAAAAAAABh4/41CXZ4wfOPo/s400/DSC01151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378746802432901234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is somehow two versions of me, the female one would be Yuna, and the male would be Xakya. Just felt like it. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-8606499383701609534?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/LAkgB5EkCN4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/LAkgB5EkCN4/yi-pin.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SqUmE9pBZAI/AAAAAAAABiA/0xeishnuezQ/s72-c/yipin2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/09/yi-pin.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-2814889782078197677</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 15:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-05T09:05:07.486-07:00</atom:updated><title>_</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SqKIT1WR82I/AAAAAAAABhw/ndytLEWp1Hc/s1600-h/DSC01232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SqKIT1WR82I/AAAAAAAABhw/ndytLEWp1Hc/s400/DSC01232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378010779353215842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the lion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-2814889782078197677?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/AYtaYonQNmg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/AYtaYonQNmg/blog-post.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SqKIT1WR82I/AAAAAAAABhw/ndytLEWp1Hc/s72-c/DSC01232.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-8342684969391670178</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 02:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-04T20:27:51.816-07:00</atom:updated><title>0.3</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SqHPKYsQ3yI/AAAAAAAABhg/IBUYCACWTdw/s1600-h/DSC01222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SqHPKYsQ3yI/AAAAAAAABhg/IBUYCACWTdw/s400/DSC01222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377807207390830370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SqHPLPktSSI/AAAAAAAABho/siGDFpGosj4/s1600-h/DSC01230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SqHPLPktSSI/AAAAAAAABho/siGDFpGosj4/s400/DSC01230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377807222123088162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my few final hours in Penang.&lt;br /&gt;woke up on Chun Wen's sofa to that view...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 4 hours and 15 minutes before my departure, returning to Bandar Sunway by bus, instead of stopping at Pudu..thanks to Lai Hock for the tickets... (nola, he not so nice as to sponsor me lah..haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was my first time watching a horror/horrifying movie in quite a long time already, the last time was probably some 8 or 10 years ago in Tambun, which is why I never liked that place every since ...until recently, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final Destination, .... just something I noticed, it was fully booked for both 2D and 3D...the cinema was packed. Why do people like the feeling of seeing people dying SPLAT! within milliseconds? or people struggling so hard to stay alive, and then end up dying grotesquely?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that really so entertaining? Or do people think they actually need to watch a movie like that to appreciate life a little more? (yea, talk about moral values..very ironic) Or maybe because deformed bodies is not something you get to see everyday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If chaos is what you want, go and watch the 9-11 videos and have a taste of reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is this world turning into ..  .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..and the lousy show actually cost RM10!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haih. well we got lots of laughs out of it anyway. Chun Wen and Shun Mu, the student conductor and president of my year in Chung Ling Wind Orchestra. The 3 of us met up later with the orchestra friends, including some uncommon guests - a few long graduated alumnies, and MrWoon! at a hawker shop... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penang has been my home and my &lt;b&gt;life&lt;/b&gt;.. I realize now, what that word means to me. It has been a physical and mental journey for me to live in Sunway, this short holiday has showed me so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, my mind is in quite a different state in the 2 places. For example, I started to dream alot... almost every night since I was back, where the dreams relate to my everyday life happenings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess its probably because student life is much more hectic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before going to Sunway, I was fresh out of National Service, only being in Penang for 1 day to gather my things. You can say that I was not very well prepared to adapt to the lifestyle, especially since the community is so much more different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, imagine living with a majority of kampung malays for 2 months, that's more or less what I'm talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, coming back to Penang has been great.. to summarize it, the experience reminded me of my self. Though sometimes I don't like to associate with a fixed image, this is more of readjusting my ..life? My perspectives, and exposure to people - the orchestra, the band, class of 6K, NS, individuals, and my family.. the experience definitely has me more well prepared to do what I need to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for a certain girl with the initials T.M (lol @ tse meng), my promise to her is the promise that glues all this together, because it is even more a promise to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh..so noble. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-8342684969391670178?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/OnTseBBph0U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/OnTseBBph0U/03.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHaPLOayuK8/SqHPKYsQ3yI/AAAAAAAABhg/IBUYCACWTdw/s72-c/DSC01222.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/09/03.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-7688661026287582530</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 15:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T08:43:39.794-07:00</atom:updated><title>2</title><description>2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-7688661026287582530?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/z3T_xoHsgOo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/z3T_xoHsgOo/2.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/09/2.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-7648017861583205387</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T09:15:42.065-07:00</atom:updated><title>5</title><description>a promise to wait for her, a promise to remember who i am, a promise to use that promise to determine my future.. semester 2 is going to start soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-7648017861583205387?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/qY_BTDYsT0Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/qY_BTDYsT0Y/5.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/08/5.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-7590365094911518882</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 14:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-30T08:37:07.232-07:00</atom:updated><title>Balik Pulau</title><description>Went to Balik Pulau today with the PSO/PWO people.. we were there to taste Lai Sin's culinary success.. *ahem* Thanks, although it was just a few mouthfulls of spaghetti. Nevermind Lai Sin. I'll taste your fried rice one day even if I have to marry you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. . . . . .   . . .                     .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as usual there was a jamming session in Lai Sin's karaoke room.. jamming session sounds abit formal, it can also be called free for all... haha. Later i went in the room sometime before evening, the sun was setting.. and caught a video i find quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZOzH1yNXXI4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZOzH1yNXXI4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;featuring Chun Wen playing the piano.. and Chee Gang's distorted laugh at the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-7590365094911518882?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/CLkVCEmSELQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/CLkVCEmSELQ/balik-pulau.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/08/balik-pulau.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800587958772053366.post-7604743623012838801</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 07:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T02:10:27.166-07:00</atom:updated><title /><description>there is something about this life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we perform in front of hundreds, thousands; and sometimes im all alone, so different from others. Sometimes i say something and the entire company ignores it; sometimes i say something to one person and suddenly everybody cares. Sometimes i listen with all my attention without expecting anything back, i catch everything said in front without missing a beat; and sometimes people tell me i need to learn to listen. I can write essays to debate or simply debate about facts and beliefs but sometimes cant even explain something i understand to my friends. sometimes people say im deep, sometimes they say im incredibly dense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres something about this life, its full of cycles..full of roles. why do we have to live up to those roles and go with the whole design?&lt;br /&gt;how do we get peace? by being still.  ..being one and understanding the nature of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the noise is not disturbing you, you are disturbing the noise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800587958772053366-7604743623012838801?l=yunasballad.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yunasballad/~4/rFL37oEJ07E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yunasballad/~3/rFL37oEJ07E/there-is-something-about-this-life.html</link><author>yp_my.memories@hotmail.com (Yi Pin)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yunasballad.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-is-something-about-this-life.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
