tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27656955201641141712023-11-16T09:05:47.975-08:00JoaquinJoaquin Syed Vishnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17092163775513740552noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765695520164114171.post-33961538690147049052011-11-21T18:27:00.001-08:002011-11-22T01:29:35.837-08:00November 22, 1963 - A Date To Be Remembered<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQrwAtgGHYV5rr6YRXtB3x24NHwQecTl4sXgVRpfvwhAhGYSVVs0n9ilzi9FGhFVGPvY29NpKTnNnqiMAaqKWThupHs33hhXH_YU0pDbsxhKr0u3MoaBb7H3w78dXwhQYpk6YXsGxfFD4E/s1600/s640x480.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQrwAtgGHYV5rr6YRXtB3x24NHwQecTl4sXgVRpfvwhAhGYSVVs0n9ilzi9FGhFVGPvY29NpKTnNnqiMAaqKWThupHs33hhXH_YU0pDbsxhKr0u3MoaBb7H3w78dXwhQYpk6YXsGxfFD4E/s320/s640x480.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677661676084433986" /></a><br /><br />Not a day has passed since I was 15, that I have not light a candle to honor President Kennedy. Though I was born in the 1980s, but I share the same memories and grief Americans had back in 1960s. John F. Kennedy was a great leader. He was indeed a politician but he was genuine, witty and charming. He was an optimistic leader and a true patriot at heart and believed that problems could be solved, if one put his country before self. Kennedy has changed my Life like how he did to many Americans. All his dreams ended on the streets of Dallas when those shots rang out. I believe my book<b><i> 'One Sunny Day In Dallas'</i></b> will carry a different view on what happened on that fateful day in Dallas. <div><br /></div><div>Kennedy and his wife Jackie traveled to Dallas on a political campaign as a starting point for the 1964's Presidential Elections. While riding in his open limousine on a motorcade through downtown Dallas, the President was struck by bullets which wounded his neck and mortally wounding his skull. The shooting started exactly at 12.29.52 secs (CST) and ended at 12.30.18 secs (CST). </div><div><br /></div><div>Interesting facts about John F. Kennedy:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. He was the youngest elected President in US history at age 43.</div><div>2. He was the first Roman Catholic in the White House.</div><div>3. He sent the world's first weather satellite & communication satellite in order to get weather forecasts and live coverage on TV programs.</div><div>4. He sent the first American into Space and vowed that the first man on the Moon would be an American.</div><div>5. The color blue, white & teal for the Presidential jet Air Force One were picked by his wife Jackie.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some photos of President Kennedy shortly before his murder;</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpX6iuwZdvysj_zzotHKqIBDpnyycncr9ecSOkDYGMZxuIyIZdVcoxbBxtE5lItQq04SgW2O8WEn_iPr-Pk7rJNyuA9VjJVx4taSCkHQkQqELcmNLx9pD__tOmKJdVOajjd6R60MOfwaWV/s1600/kennedy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpX6iuwZdvysj_zzotHKqIBDpnyycncr9ecSOkDYGMZxuIyIZdVcoxbBxtE5lItQq04SgW2O8WEn_iPr-Pk7rJNyuA9VjJVx4taSCkHQkQqELcmNLx9pD__tOmKJdVOajjd6R60MOfwaWV/s320/kennedy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677660478992183538" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Hy5S844vitr4aYS7Vu48FjIl5IUHxtCxyAdeJ0VHnBQKJQB6XJohlXw6jARYr44fmHUGTY2Nr1XPzgPot-YI0MkzWFPQwqZh-6SOcamCgr0Zounw2s4EiGnpiDKGAyBDUN5k5dt9RJ2g/s1600/e0503c6fee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Hy5S844vitr4aYS7Vu48FjIl5IUHxtCxyAdeJ0VHnBQKJQB6XJohlXw6jARYr44fmHUGTY2Nr1XPzgPot-YI0MkzWFPQwqZh-6SOcamCgr0Zounw2s4EiGnpiDKGAyBDUN5k5dt9RJ2g/s320/e0503c6fee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677660481914156610" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhPVT_4gpecSw8cMsQpotq0ZVEjcfnrUGcwiaPAI3gy_LoVXVqQbcC7ixJkLR5t73ZY2WelLhUwicBl9drWOu7Jv-TS5j7zEbjyYKCjNGWQH2iq_35vZLOeqqt4zJOUVO92CwbpI3CnJyU/s1600/John_F._Kennedy_motorcade%252C_Dallas_crop.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhPVT_4gpecSw8cMsQpotq0ZVEjcfnrUGcwiaPAI3gy_LoVXVqQbcC7ixJkLR5t73ZY2WelLhUwicBl9drWOu7Jv-TS5j7zEbjyYKCjNGWQH2iq_35vZLOeqqt4zJOUVO92CwbpI3CnJyU/s320/John_F._Kennedy_motorcade%252C_Dallas_crop.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677660517125285698" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi96TkE7_z9dvCW4pZT29tWjf7ltL2J05u7jkuTm1G9v565z3FyZxJ0z3iRK_geyD2I2S9h9Emhu4iVh5XUW6CmY503fiICo0LGB8LR0YxESeAcuBXRizYjq252f7WAQ34sBJK2GIYVzCOx/s1600/ass_JFK_Motorcade_Big.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi96TkE7_z9dvCW4pZT29tWjf7ltL2J05u7jkuTm1G9v565z3FyZxJ0z3iRK_geyD2I2S9h9Emhu4iVh5XUW6CmY503fiICo0LGB8LR0YxESeAcuBXRizYjq252f7WAQ34sBJK2GIYVzCOx/s320/ass_JFK_Motorcade_Big.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677660491091322770" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix4upaLr3gihpQeYb4-ynKj_VpD-nIbfVyFISQJgnZSQZ8xsgvgkXfmSXlY-J_aOR6PCv27g0IySgwGfq4B9jH-j4XXsto33qZWrP2oL_N8n6jEWCFyRiD7qlD-TYtCDYDyd7JKDEQTVKj/s1600/JFK+In+Dallas--11-22-63.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix4upaLr3gihpQeYb4-ynKj_VpD-nIbfVyFISQJgnZSQZ8xsgvgkXfmSXlY-J_aOR6PCv27g0IySgwGfq4B9jH-j4XXsto33qZWrP2oL_N8n6jEWCFyRiD7qlD-TYtCDYDyd7JKDEQTVKj/s320/JFK+In+Dallas--11-22-63.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677660488155845922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">In Memoriam of John F. Kennedy</span></b></div><br /></div>Joaquin Syed Vishnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17092163775513740552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765695520164114171.post-7899173531450485872011-11-03T19:28:00.000-07:002011-11-22T21:49:49.388-08:00While I Cleaned My Room<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9LA9ED77pmeiC1f3eDr_mJmARryJv7h4XPhgsnR4eAWZr6190v1F52dgw1TFP56YAEZsJ5rIx08XqEyLq43Jtq_IwCdD6FcyKg1TqKf7c6xNrHQmjio-A-LE9n_4DgZTTL0PXz8JgY8t8/s1600/gay+couple+GLOG+1.21.11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9LA9ED77pmeiC1f3eDr_mJmARryJv7h4XPhgsnR4eAWZr6190v1F52dgw1TFP56YAEZsJ5rIx08XqEyLq43Jtq_IwCdD6FcyKg1TqKf7c6xNrHQmjio-A-LE9n_4DgZTTL0PXz8JgY8t8/s320/gay+couple+GLOG+1.21.11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670967332560811330" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">While cleaning my room, I found something extraordinary. It came to my attention as it was a small piece of paper placed inside my old diary. It’s a note my dearest Friend wrote me 3 years ago.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><b><i>My Dear Pumpkin,<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><b><i><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>I’m so sorry for being pain in the ass lately. My medication is getting me nuts. But I gotta thank you for pushing me to go for counseling. It helped me a lot in many ways. I promise I will stop obsessing about my muscles and not over-do sports and my exercises. And wait, I will also make sure I will not leave the dirty laundry on the floor again. Thank you for being there for me. Thank you for staying awake while I studied for exams and made me coffee. Your coffee is as addictive as you. Heheks! And yes I hate you! :p<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><o:p><b><i> </i></b></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><b><i>Your Angel,<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><b><i>A.Iskandar<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">(Jan 19, 2008)</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">I read this note the following day at 8pm. I found him cold and unconscious on our bed at 6.30am. He was pronounced dead upon arrival at University Hospital, PJ at 7.45am, January 20, 2008. He was just 25 years old.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">It has been 3 years since he passed. I’m amazed how much I have changed and moved on with Life. I’m glad I did. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">I never knew how much I Love and appreciate my Life ever since. I look forward every moment for a new day in my Life. We all learn. Learning is lifelong process. Nothing lasts forever especially Life. January 20, 2008 changed my Life forever. I remember vividly everything; the rain, the first cigarettes outside the hospital, the first time crying out loud and the police station. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">The police asked me, ‘What are you to Him?’ I froze, gasped momentarily and said, ‘Friend’. The police said, ‘Sorry, only immediate family member could sign’. It was the release form to endorse the burial permit. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">All of you out there who rant and groan how fucked up Life can be, earn this. Life is indeed fucked up. We can’t expect a Snow White or a Cinderella story. Reality does suck. Even Rain and Lee Hom are not perfect. No one is and nothing is…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Who wants to know what Life is? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Have you been admitted into a mental institution for PTSD? I have!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Have you experienced being robbed and beaten twice? The RM10, 000 you have saved up for your education disappeared in 10 minutes. I have!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Losing the love of your life to death, right in front of you? You and your relationship could not be acknowledged because the society says so. I have!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Have you experienced a moment in Life where you had to walk 20km under scorching heat and hungry because you didn’t have money to go back home or eat? Imagine when your knees went numb, tremble and almost gave up? I have!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">Have you experienced a moment where you had to beg for money from some people at the bus stop and they ignore you? I have!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">The greatest fear I have with all these experiences is to Plead. I am so scared, to plead to others not to take something away from me or seek help. I don’t know whether it’s a good or bad thing.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">All I know is that I do wanna live a longer life, have children and see them grow up. This is the least I could do. For those who suffered and died, it’ll be unfair for me to curl up in my condo, cry and cut myself or even commit suicide due to my traumatizing past.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif"">I’m inspired by many people and I want to inspire people as well. I thank Mom for a gift She gave me. A gift that I believe not many people are privileged of. The ability to read and reason by it. Not gossip magazine or comics but books, online articles, online journals etc. Everything from science to economy, to aircrafts, nations, history, politics, culture, people and nature. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Georgia","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Joaquin Syed Vishnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17092163775513740552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765695520164114171.post-14191225968034811412011-03-06T18:58:00.000-08:002011-03-07T22:37:14.060-08:00What is it like to be a Queer?<div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizVyswpEfRd99lxPhnVrPcio5VVCo4_5FFM34ZlxQjwUvkL5orB8DHZoWsJWlgYS9TOE80K7E0skCmSgneg3DlBaTkHkLcYWv8QtVpDQIvyRu50PyETF5LSRvznR7oDUq5bmy17N5438Yl/s1600/ABSOLUT+RAINBOW+CASE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizVyswpEfRd99lxPhnVrPcio5VVCo4_5FFM34ZlxQjwUvkL5orB8DHZoWsJWlgYS9TOE80K7E0skCmSgneg3DlBaTkHkLcYWv8QtVpDQIvyRu50PyETF5LSRvznR7oDUq5bmy17N5438Yl/s320/ABSOLUT+RAINBOW+CASE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581176405269943570" /></a><br /><div></div>It is indeed obvious that generally people love stereotyping. Not sure who to blame. Culture? or Nature? Yes I<b><span class="Apple-style-span"> <span class="Apple-style-span">Drink</span></span></b>, <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Smoke</b></span>, I have <b><span class="Apple-style-span">Tattoo</span></b> and <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Piercings</b></span>. This package comes with a believe that people like me love sleeping around. Which I don't? I went to a gaybar for the first time in Malaysia and I find it annoying. The drinks suck and music sucks. But faggots are like...OMG OMG OMG all over. Haha! Well, it's a choice. And I'm willing to stick with mine. Bet it ain't easy to be openly gay and to love history & politics. And No no, me no fan of Gaga! :p<div><br /></div><div>Coming out wasn't easy either. Dad was autocratically orthodox and mom is firm yet gentle. It was 2004 and I was 19. Dad was always away working. Mom took care of me during my mid-teenage. We had a table talk. Dad chased me out of the house. Mom dumped dad and left home with my youngest brother and my other younger brother chose not to talk to me. We never talked since 2004 till Jan 2011. It was indeed hard for me. But it was alright. I made a choice to come. They could not accept. So, fark it. <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Positive</b></span> much! :)<br /><div><br /></div><div>Since the discreet first relationship I had which ended with the death of my bf, made me stronger and to be openly gay. So, now either u accept it or forget it. Being gay is difficult in almost all cultures. It's all in your head on how do you wanna deal with it. Motivation, Hope and Strength come from within. I bet Anderson Cooper had hard time coming out too. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN4NrYwS12JNtq22WFiubb39rjlu8DNGCC1l5IjGCMxzKtdPL5mZGUZuoNhdvycAJ1tax9CuMDZ-aGAt8mImZ1mzqdJj2N5VvaKqB13wN-_a8zYpIgoF3Z84TzApkEqChKCoqk3Ipar2KJ/s1600/gay_pride_march_venezuela_aaron_sosa_014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN4NrYwS12JNtq22WFiubb39rjlu8DNGCC1l5IjGCMxzKtdPL5mZGUZuoNhdvycAJ1tax9CuMDZ-aGAt8mImZ1mzqdJj2N5VvaKqB13wN-_a8zYpIgoF3Z84TzApkEqChKCoqk3Ipar2KJ/s320/gay_pride_march_venezuela_aaron_sosa_014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581176847255549138" /></a><br /></div><div>Anyway, I have a large number of straight guy friends who are more gay than I am. But their gfs are <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>smokin' hawt bitches</b></span>! :D</div></div><div><br /></div><div>To all gays people out there. <b><span class="Apple-style-span">STOP</span></b> craving for Love and sleeping around. Have some dignity. Being gay is not all about alcohol parties or having sex around. Come lets spread <b><span class="Apple-style-span">Love</span></b>. Help the needy. Help in PT Foundation. Let stop <b><span class="Apple-style-span">AIDS</span></b>!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLJqwcQSv2Y_cRBcrcp4qpDdD_pqmn5nuEmBkkgXN5t-YFqCrUvCIdKtwQZNp3iBeIg27tKBj7xqkxkUO3_m6wTq3y3QN551h15BrDKKiLB8UtrGtqyQPz14Q9j5TD6wxG4WDCMGcyXklf/s1600/aidsawareex.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLJqwcQSv2Y_cRBcrcp4qpDdD_pqmn5nuEmBkkgXN5t-YFqCrUvCIdKtwQZNp3iBeIg27tKBj7xqkxkUO3_m6wTq3y3QN551h15BrDKKiLB8UtrGtqyQPz14Q9j5TD6wxG4WDCMGcyXklf/s320/aidsawareex.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581177237315911714" /></a>Joaquin Syed Vishnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17092163775513740552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765695520164114171.post-726161657684673992010-03-26T10:55:00.000-07:002010-03-26T13:12:26.698-07:00Chills Run Down My Spine!<span style="font-size:100%;">I am in <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">LOVE</span>! But how do to say...hmm...He is the best thing since Prozac. LOLs...He reminds me of Nickelback's <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Far Away</span>...Though He is far away from where I am right now....BUT one thing i certain; as long as we have each other. I don't need a man to tell me 'I love you' every second. As long as He and I know that we love each other....and thats good enough. I am ready to do anything for him...I wished He could read and understand what I am crappin' ova here...Love isn't all about sex! Makin' Love is the best to describe an intimacy between couple. BUT hey, I too am really good on bed! LOLs. We talk almost everyday and it's beautiful that we learn a lot from each other. The Irony is that I should not fall in love with him. And that was the pact made since the beginning. I'm not sure whether I should say sorry to him, to have fallen in love with him?? I had messed up relationships, especially the current ex BUT this is a chance to try. I don't know this is right or wrong...BUT fuck it! Lets just give it a try! LOLs....<br /><br />Love is blind? I would say,<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">'Love is unconscious</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">'</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">. </span>I didn't realize that I fell for him...I ain't sure on what to do right now. I'm just a little scared. I can't afford to lose him. He is too precious! More than anything in this world. He may think that I am like other guys he meet, and I am not sure how to make myself significant to him. All I could do is to be myself....at all times with him. I need him! So badly! Not only for those times when I'm down...BUT also when I'm happy! I wish to marry him :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqwpx7BCdQoQcY21x4mu2iFL2ZHXIYunVmBC77vbs8CSVM6789BcKuWUeAH0XerYCyXru8iXo7V8o6MtSGNVs1wOYALf7q7NvqUJaqWw9K9H5jV3MkBU-lhwE6eb9Z-T5d0DEg91-hjidf/s1600/night-sky.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqwpx7BCdQoQcY21x4mu2iFL2ZHXIYunVmBC77vbs8CSVM6789BcKuWUeAH0XerYCyXru8iXo7V8o6MtSGNVs1wOYALf7q7NvqUJaqWw9K9H5jV3MkBU-lhwE6eb9Z-T5d0DEg91-hjidf/s320/night-sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453009926272073666" border="0" /></a><br />A nite ago around 3am...I looked up my bed into the skies and I saw hundreds or probably thousands of stars! It was the MOST beautiful thing I ever saw! Words can't describe how I feel for Nature. And He came in mind. He? A friend of mine....BUT I look at him more than a friend. He is as lonely as I am. He is as insecure as I am. He is as scared as I am....Thats because we had plight moments in life before and We did learn from our mistakes. Relationships sustain only when couples accepts each others' flaws, respect each other. (P.S: Mutual Respect between each other is more important than anything).....and Damn, I love <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">milk chocolates</span>!! :p<br /><br />'You're the sky that I fell thru....And I remember the view whenever I'm holding you....The sun hung from a string...Lookin' down on the world as it warms over everything....Chills run down my spine. As our fingers entwine and your sighs harmonize with mine'....<br /><br />I don't need a guy with a fat wallet! All I need is guy with brains...And a person who can appreciate the finer things in life and be in touch with reality....To accept me just the way I am. Love me even by seeing my flaws. The beauty of Beauty is being flawed! Well, with an awesome butt! ;p<br /><br />I know that you are a weary realist, but chance is vital. You should give yourself a chance. You would think that you're not good enough for someone, but you do know how sweet you can be to that someone and how special can you be. </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" > (And so what if I am short?? LOLs)</span><br /></div>Joaquin Syed Vishnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17092163775513740552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765695520164114171.post-29923233360876498942010-03-13T23:31:00.000-08:002010-03-14T00:10:54.645-08:00Iron!<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">For the past years, I had seen women remarkably succeeding in the arenas like politics, sports and business. Being gay and also a feminist gives a wider perspective on civil rights. Women had been discriminated since stone age! Most of my idols are women. I call them Iron, which includes my dearest mother. This post is to commemorate those women who stood up during the difficult time in history. And their stories changed the world.... To all straight men out there, let me tell you something: 'Women are not toys! Those who say that women should not succeed could come and kiss my cute brown ass!!' ;)<br /><br /></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc8hLUMiu4hKGoKPGnkY_tsvUPBK0dKO_XFjg8WWCU0V7B0igueD6oOeIhcwQKAdc2RZsWekK6y3uzjp6Sn4_RUFh_CFy0SjkAM2R8Ax-cFGvL6Iu4Kqkc7gK5qQlLtKGiDp53JoGGzv5z/s1600-h/280px-Diana,_Princess_of_Wales.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc8hLUMiu4hKGoKPGnkY_tsvUPBK0dKO_XFjg8WWCU0V7B0igueD6oOeIhcwQKAdc2RZsWekK6y3uzjp6Sn4_RUFh_CFy0SjkAM2R8Ax-cFGvL6Iu4Kqkc7gK5qQlLtKGiDp53JoGGzv5z/s320/280px-Diana,_Princess_of_Wales.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448391096748276050" border="0" /></a>Diana Spencer was the true Fairytale Princess who came in reality. Whoever touches one's heart will live forever. Diana touched millions! Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire. Diana saved millions.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqv2p9QDl229M9a4s2Tx_oqwNUgabzl19eZze0PW_JnROUzsJtx2HWm_v8L5ZWe05qmlifoTqD1kDo9owja0PE9USsAYrZPuXu8Q-0l_mQLtoM2c_7-0W9UwVVX1ieYWj9dDbXSla4WMjJ/s1600-h/dr-angela-merkel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqv2p9QDl229M9a4s2Tx_oqwNUgabzl19eZze0PW_JnROUzsJtx2HWm_v8L5ZWe05qmlifoTqD1kDo9owja0PE9USsAYrZPuXu8Q-0l_mQLtoM2c_7-0W9UwVVX1ieYWj9dDbXSla4WMjJ/s320/dr-angela-merkel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448390831159881058" border="0" /></a><br />Dr. Angela D. Merkel became the first woman Chancellor of Germany in 2005. She is the most Powerful person in Europe and the 1st most Powerful woman in the World.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKKRsk8eBKmM66TOxK2Z-51yCkxRxmPM1TWvIfhGDdtxP6GBmLsZZktM-ywxZO54dkrwfx0_mRmHG9oA0fFHUkDtoe5Km8oyOYFJvtCfoDBJVxupr5A9xPQ6C1HzIBt96fIEJL5vsk2D6/s1600-h/Rosa-Parks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKKRsk8eBKmM66TOxK2Z-51yCkxRxmPM1TWvIfhGDdtxP6GBmLsZZktM-ywxZO54dkrwfx0_mRmHG9oA0fFHUkDtoe5Km8oyOYFJvtCfoDBJVxupr5A9xPQ6C1HzIBt96fIEJL5vsk2D6/s320/Rosa-Parks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448390826016478466" border="0" /></a><br />Rosa Parks triggered the intensity of the civil rights movement among the Black communities in the United States during the tumultuous era of the late 1950s and 1960s. She was arrested for not giving up her seat to a White woman while she was on her way back home after work.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJVNolX7ysNFxHYeKaSAo_l931lGsZ53ocLzsDgnAQuCaIwZqTaXzjZ1W3OUPzTqiUPYT_6je2C_l-rxmhHaWuguAPSbhyphenhyphenaIm2bA8Du6bfySlO8eInrHLOxRW_bQX1_dus1DAh9LtSVFT/s1600-h/roosevelt.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJVNolX7ysNFxHYeKaSAo_l931lGsZ53ocLzsDgnAQuCaIwZqTaXzjZ1W3OUPzTqiUPYT_6je2C_l-rxmhHaWuguAPSbhyphenhyphenaIm2bA8Du6bfySlO8eInrHLOxRW_bQX1_dus1DAh9LtSVFT/s320/roosevelt.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448390815262253026" border="0" /></a><br />Eleanor Roosevelt, former First Lady of the United States from 1933 to 1945 was the Chairman for the Women's Right for the United Nations, but resigned her post in 1948 when the organization refused to admit a Black woman into the committee. Roosevelt was also the key framer of the United Nations' Universal Declaration of Human Rights. While her handicap husband was busy with his work at the White House, she traveled around the world on his behalf.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2FumcE173j7HI22xaPvjIBHeGPmEmjPur55VJ-KIRzI4ZWQh5IJ-eblSHE5YBVhfOQo0Qg_D5QXNAXASlKsLgfncgfWt850ymC7wrAbyyQCjPHUiPjG5wjVhavrfWvwcn3OsTqThhPNtu/s1600-h/gandhi1.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2FumcE173j7HI22xaPvjIBHeGPmEmjPur55VJ-KIRzI4ZWQh5IJ-eblSHE5YBVhfOQo0Qg_D5QXNAXASlKsLgfncgfWt850ymC7wrAbyyQCjPHUiPjG5wjVhavrfWvwcn3OsTqThhPNtu/s320/gandhi1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448390805942615586" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Indira Priyadarshini Gandhi was the first woman Prime Minister of India. She was called the </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>'</span>Iron Lady of Asia'<span> . </span>She was the Prime Minister from 1966 to 1971 then from 1980 to her death in 1984. It was the period when women were beaten, abused, raped by their beastly husbands, fathers etc. Female infants were poisoned to death upon births because in India, women are considered 'burden'</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFqQ4hy41uEPFEqV4HFBn4i1T7MtzDcdPNF_r1FBCgdjVgwrIIVWQgH4uPjoKgurbdZdVlIV12FqihTlBJ_rNQBTzefopIXtcOsfblci0rshM3EF5eZIi8gAXPFxdh8MonuQ5t7rRQV8Nt/s1600-h/hillary-clinton1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFqQ4hy41uEPFEqV4HFBn4i1T7MtzDcdPNF_r1FBCgdjVgwrIIVWQgH4uPjoKgurbdZdVlIV12FqihTlBJ_rNQBTzefopIXtcOsfblci0rshM3EF5eZIi8gAXPFxdh8MonuQ5t7rRQV8Nt/s320/hillary-clinton1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448390800108505314" border="0" /></a><br />Hillary Rodham Clinton is to-date, the most politically active First Lady of the United States. She served as First Lady from 1993 to 2001. From 2001 to 2009, she served as a Senator from New York. She ran for President in 2008, but lost the Democratic nomination to Barack Obama. But that wasn't the end for her. She is now serving as the US Secretary of State under the Obama Administration.Joaquin Syed Vishnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17092163775513740552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765695520164114171.post-46847832578603391522010-03-01T00:08:00.000-08:002010-03-05T17:19:28.991-08:00'Mein Kampf'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7vypVloBq0PKFEK5M3UX7sAxAVXpSGhRkjxEdNJEwj3x2QCP5X4OK2b1NZWmfn_wOfAa-Za3eVhLtoMrcZbYqTrl2hFG9YhjAECnTeKzF_ZF851X9AOFiF7In1DrFSa2mBxt4leyXVhcC/s1600-h/18061_1344631775117_1210948030_31020473_5944223_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7vypVloBq0PKFEK5M3UX7sAxAVXpSGhRkjxEdNJEwj3x2QCP5X4OK2b1NZWmfn_wOfAa-Za3eVhLtoMrcZbYqTrl2hFG9YhjAECnTeKzF_ZF851X9AOFiF7In1DrFSa2mBxt4leyXVhcC/s320/18061_1344631775117_1210948030_31020473_5944223_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443580603693792050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />Don't get me wrong with the title of the post. It has nothing to do with Hitler and his fucked up book. LOL....Few days ago, my first ex bf's best friend said something he should have not said. Something that Anuar told him before he died. He said, 'Anuar had always wanted to tell you that he was sick, BUT you never gave him a chance'....'It was always about you, talking about yourself...all the time'....'Anuar loved you so madly and a picture of you was found on his bed when he was found dead'....<br /><br />I am an idiot....I am selfish...and not knowing that...I'm sure that my friends know that...but they are too afraid to tell me off. They do not want me to get hurt or misinterpret things. I have to get out of 'my safe zone'. People want to listen those things they wanted to listen....I am one of 'em. This ain't productive...<br /><br />It's time for change.... ;)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRxON0oozMjLO_rVoYjBpEdScjtTVvpAxaQKvAME31FoTVUnI_5f3BvayioUhEffOsMVbZ2QLOAHjWXtUJ7MMSIQPEmp5qAh6C00LdxGtv57QFbVwChbI8Ar0ohoZD8F8tETw9W4_Fxmbf/s1600-h/04022010420.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRxON0oozMjLO_rVoYjBpEdScjtTVvpAxaQKvAME31FoTVUnI_5f3BvayioUhEffOsMVbZ2QLOAHjWXtUJ7MMSIQPEmp5qAh6C00LdxGtv57QFbVwChbI8Ar0ohoZD8F8tETw9W4_Fxmbf/s320/04022010420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443581499270160770" border="0" /></a><br />For the past weeks, I have been busy with my work. Working in my own campus holds a great deal. Most UTAR students complain about their campus and the administration. I WAS one of the them. People always say; 'Malaysian politics is fucked up'...Shall we ask, 'which country's politic ain't corrupted?'....Other countries like Thailand, Philippines, Indonesia, Myanmar, India, Pakistan and even the 'great' United States of America are all absolutely shattered by political corruption. President Nixon destroyed his political life through a corruption, making him the first ever US President to resign in the nation's history. We are much safer in Malaysia than those countries I mentioned above.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCPusS7cFKP5f-8CoJHVG1S-SVD4eFzadeGuTcS-crIoquounMZ4ip7_v9S34SeB7mRROgNW337k7reX_n6HXoXpRvze_jvn5oeG5dQROAVWdJ9StU8hDsUEAg0SNexnKe8jOcQChEpHIw/s1600-h/1974_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCPusS7cFKP5f-8CoJHVG1S-SVD4eFzadeGuTcS-crIoquounMZ4ip7_v9S34SeB7mRROgNW337k7reX_n6HXoXpRvze_jvn5oeG5dQROAVWdJ9StU8hDsUEAg0SNexnKe8jOcQChEpHIw/s320/1974_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443586241313822018" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I learned a lot in UTAR. Being part of the administration earned me a reputation that I never had. People see me in different way now. As an intern, working in UTAR gained me experience and some other benefits. Especially on accumulating the Soft Skills points easily. Next semester, when I join the seminars, I would be able to get discounts and free entry plus the points and learned the importance of Soft Skills. I build good rapport and bond with tonnes of people. I love meeting new people. And especially meeting new cute boys.... ;p<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhP8aYom8x8pElWxLJePasjMegnQf7PHB8wbXc9B00LlP5_6AEQr1mrMhgftdr28OAFnM4JijZHf5yEy6TtfaY7T3ZPHZ26_Y9t0clBWcNFxJDtCZz2B9L-1gFRX-i3DW9lx2fswmZFnTp/s1600-h/243879142_9669345c2f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhP8aYom8x8pElWxLJePasjMegnQf7PHB8wbXc9B00LlP5_6AEQr1mrMhgftdr28OAFnM4JijZHf5yEy6TtfaY7T3ZPHZ26_Y9t0clBWcNFxJDtCZz2B9L-1gFRX-i3DW9lx2fswmZFnTp/s320/243879142_9669345c2f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443590959609037026" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I am so much in love with those straight boys I see....checking them out gives a different feeling....and I would stay away if eventually I find out that one of them is gay...LOL...It's nice to see guys with clothes on than clothes off...hahahaha! Having little peeks of their body parts is better than seeing them buck naked! :s<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoKSYsnXakdKSINfJiQ0sgYOh_Kof6-gSo1DlgYm6xkOMbAvVHAR_s6EQwFoCY64APs3VsVmlT8pMScilV3WRyzPM7NwkVWuv-T9MmaiaSIu5xCHIaiKIARIkpWIzNELR5ayunCcI3vDna/s1600-h/Presentation2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoKSYsnXakdKSINfJiQ0sgYOh_Kof6-gSo1DlgYm6xkOMbAvVHAR_s6EQwFoCY64APs3VsVmlT8pMScilV3WRyzPM7NwkVWuv-T9MmaiaSIu5xCHIaiKIARIkpWIzNELR5ayunCcI3vDna/s320/Presentation2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443604334749363410" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgraI3Qwlcdo3bDfeN9UuQaxCg7E3nYRB1KGK0fMuloLgEbEYB5WEk-QxuPqb1o8WLuA7hbjUJhDR-Kg-Y_1s4zG5td7q-QK2ZbPo_R7cv02SvnCzH8nWZukmVg1K_fmRWLyHwdKC8Ss-AN/s1600-h/Presentation1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgraI3Qwlcdo3bDfeN9UuQaxCg7E3nYRB1KGK0fMuloLgEbEYB5WEk-QxuPqb1o8WLuA7hbjUJhDR-Kg-Y_1s4zG5td7q-QK2ZbPo_R7cv02SvnCzH8nWZukmVg1K_fmRWLyHwdKC8Ss-AN/s320/Presentation1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443604330017565346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I don't know what's up with me and boys who are really tall with glasses....LOL....Gao gao de! Dai yan jing! A newly developed fetish I could say. But both my ex bf's were really tall and those who wore glasses....Love those geeky looking guys....LOLs....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span>Joaquin Syed Vishnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17092163775513740552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765695520164114171.post-33364778185995433442010-01-28T05:03:00.000-08:002010-01-28T05:17:08.259-08:00Busy Weeks!! :s<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1crGjPFeoQThsosBELm45rcr_CXCIupF7mrRmIUXx6yB_BQM_NQKkk_Vh1LA1TvV2FdV3ubI7AtYxWEh4dKJ26OZ2HV1l6yOVH6u-pfQTAODHk9h6trK2-M3lxxgi69ikqxuBOapsMEN2/s1600-h/01262010(003).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1crGjPFeoQThsosBELm45rcr_CXCIupF7mrRmIUXx6yB_BQM_NQKkk_Vh1LA1TvV2FdV3ubI7AtYxWEh4dKJ26OZ2HV1l6yOVH6u-pfQTAODHk9h6trK2-M3lxxgi69ikqxuBOapsMEN2/s320/01262010(003).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431777646014163778" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Been real busy with work lately! And I feel like I have no life...since I work from Monday to Sunday...like what the fuck!! And working in a fucked up place make those issues I battle with myself worse! I just have another 11 weeks to go. I hope nothing bad happens. I have been a prisoner to the society...It hurts real bad when I can't express myself and be myself. I live in the setting where I lie to myself so much...I don't know what to do. Being 'stuck' make me go crazy and I cannot my emotions anymore. I am strong and still rely on hope... ;)<br /></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhchhUsHzWJjq4c40FWI4IASQZEkT2hMKbUBAXSkO6itNKzoyE24-aGqjYqE3fxOCthMeSKERyKOImckxn8BgQqC1KF2CjVdnsPZqDQWenuGhDoauduAMKX7LbP5E5Bw7LMSXSwm0AzZH40/s1600-h/01262010(004).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhchhUsHzWJjq4c40FWI4IASQZEkT2hMKbUBAXSkO6itNKzoyE24-aGqjYqE3fxOCthMeSKERyKOImckxn8BgQqC1KF2CjVdnsPZqDQWenuGhDoauduAMKX7LbP5E5Bw7LMSXSwm0AzZH40/s320/01262010(004).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431777655559328482" border="0" /></a>Joaquin Syed Vishnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17092163775513740552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765695520164114171.post-61224763400818965292010-01-17T11:56:00.000-08:002010-01-17T12:01:27.667-08:00When???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0zop1eNcotNVo9uQbBM18HODbVEEwXMGPsP5qgrd55yEqeXBfNZ2QSOy2GACeCgNeN6umWyBxy9lGHnmIW-DcezUAW4ywetaqFJX6Yn9OmelNlS0gdl1LFFMBikt3xy7fKgAWFXVeV8MG/s1600-h/gay_couple.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0zop1eNcotNVo9uQbBM18HODbVEEwXMGPsP5qgrd55yEqeXBfNZ2QSOy2GACeCgNeN6umWyBxy9lGHnmIW-DcezUAW4ywetaqFJX6Yn9OmelNlS0gdl1LFFMBikt3xy7fKgAWFXVeV8MG/s320/gay_couple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427800772888280434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Life sucks! Love hurts! But both life and love are beautiful!! hehe! I love my life! All I need is time...Time to heal and time to be myself with the man I want...Not sure when, but the time will come. ;)</b></span></span></div>Joaquin Syed Vishnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17092163775513740552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765695520164114171.post-8034026980976170732010-01-10T03:16:00.000-08:002010-01-10T03:46:32.524-08:00New Light<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimpi2NOE5vrG87DMNmsSftM3NgQKUh75m9d1eIpMLXnXJpI5m4utH4SspTQhIa_p45YSiuMYocGH3hMLAJyX4eYmyFEe1wFaVJMBa0yQb_a1xxiJ5zCnUIgDvEsihnWOUjcdgtITsD8DFA/s1600-h/crepuscular-rays.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimpi2NOE5vrG87DMNmsSftM3NgQKUh75m9d1eIpMLXnXJpI5m4utH4SspTQhIa_p45YSiuMYocGH3hMLAJyX4eYmyFEe1wFaVJMBa0yQb_a1xxiJ5zCnUIgDvEsihnWOUjcdgtITsD8DFA/s320/crepuscular-rays.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425075940585647426" /></a><br />There is a new light in my life now. I was in the wilderness for a moment. I was too afraid, insecure and worried to death about my life. Life is really complicated and being gay is even more complicated. I do not know what I want. Whether he is a man? or a boy? I have no idea. I do not know whether I will be with him for 1 year or 3 years or 10 years. But I could try. Life is all about trying new things. Though gay people know that eventually they would break up, then why get into relationships? Strange! We all have innate urges and certain forces that can't be explain. Just like Love which is the force of nature. I had Anuar for 3 years but eventually broke up, then Kenny for 1.3 years and broke up. Sigh. I hope things go well now for me and my little baby boy. I really would like to know him more. It would take a long period of time. Just let time and nature decide for us both.<div><br /></div><div>Regards,</div><div><br /></div><div>Joaquin missing his Sweet Apple Pie ;)</div>Joaquin Syed Vishnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17092163775513740552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765695520164114171.post-79208589358735659442010-01-01T18:22:00.000-08:002010-01-02T05:02:32.826-08:00Blasting Silvester 2010!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">New Year is called Silvester in Deutsch (German), and I had a blasting one!! It was also a farewell to my little Nippon brother Kazuma Abe. He flies to Narita on January 4th, 2010 completing his one year stay in Malaysia. Hope he learned something while he stayed here especially on how people live lives in other parts of the world, culture, religion etc.</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu_2q8xVMPayQtF30NjRq9MgrbUY-wVAaA8_poshyphenhyphengRiti86LLF92ldPxrEIhwt_6_MXSitW9nzD-9IaDB5aDCfveHs7yo7B-q1QvMyG6WsW5JarvbJYpOF5M1sQbw7LZBphgSMuieOk3h/s1600-h/DSC00743.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu_2q8xVMPayQtF30NjRq9MgrbUY-wVAaA8_poshyphenhyphengRiti86LLF92ldPxrEIhwt_6_MXSitW9nzD-9IaDB5aDCfveHs7yo7B-q1QvMyG6WsW5JarvbJYpOF5M1sQbw7LZBphgSMuieOk3h/s320/DSC00743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421963362831020306" border="0" /></a>Kazuma as usual, a little drunk over there with Michaela<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAAMeS9WQUry0T-2vAZ9ULQp5kfYzqk6NT9FfkMm4zEXgmk8rOT05peJKfOgIUvaYYyiYJRL2sM-v6SpWoPnzHyH9F3_42NgHOtQcOyZbh7Lyx6OUelMtqIbhwqvZCcqwZxqvdF3BnVNui/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAAMeS9WQUry0T-2vAZ9ULQp5kfYzqk6NT9FfkMm4zEXgmk8rOT05peJKfOgIUvaYYyiYJRL2sM-v6SpWoPnzHyH9F3_42NgHOtQcOyZbh7Lyx6OUelMtqIbhwqvZCcqwZxqvdF3BnVNui/s320/DSC00728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421963352980322930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UynZLicll1-U7M2hU1nVgJz4RcnW51KvbxPm_5QKpaQnyv8APQhxcAbVLyBPg4wUjFzRUaVyKZZcT1KFF8VC70yp961Ogh4MXcGuoSIqysW2uifdXnJiOxx_mnOOvORAOnUcpz3QcgH5/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UynZLicll1-U7M2hU1nVgJz4RcnW51KvbxPm_5QKpaQnyv8APQhxcAbVLyBPg4wUjFzRUaVyKZZcT1KFF8VC70yp961Ogh4MXcGuoSIqysW2uifdXnJiOxx_mnOOvORAOnUcpz3QcgH5/s320/DSC00724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421963346273927714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_f8Y0J9GoTwgFPgYlIoAodG_huTYPJErBWLEablYuMux7gyVo7G3guoTMpDvwJTkFwv0PJn4iTO99NqHUT3XDimgypAe1bKYRmu8b5OIlSQFb1WxFVSguNxWAUysglWHFEbSFEUzEFaEx/s1600-h/CIMG7005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_f8Y0J9GoTwgFPgYlIoAodG_huTYPJErBWLEablYuMux7gyVo7G3guoTMpDvwJTkFwv0PJn4iTO99NqHUT3XDimgypAe1bKYRmu8b5OIlSQFb1WxFVSguNxWAUysglWHFEbSFEUzEFaEx/s320/CIMG7005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421963342036281586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdItIYk3C1aqQmx_lCXGF7Pd4mRHYywWfDso_N_JUfx2aBJYT2DYcRytl2UMeSt2txuFxUSsU7NrfOumjFvdf-_Nv3dtuLlryO0CzIMRC0-koApfnWGM5SB8nLNM4vKJYR3Tds6npy3oXK/s1600-h/CIMG6971.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdItIYk3C1aqQmx_lCXGF7Pd4mRHYywWfDso_N_JUfx2aBJYT2DYcRytl2UMeSt2txuFxUSsU7NrfOumjFvdf-_Nv3dtuLlryO0CzIMRC0-koApfnWGM5SB8nLNM4vKJYR3Tds6npy3oXK/s320/CIMG6971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421963333438764658" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Joaquin Syed Vishnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17092163775513740552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765695520164114171.post-88642769995333328862010-01-01T17:32:00.000-08:002010-01-01T18:01:44.288-08:00A Christmas without Snow<span style="font-family:georgia;">As how Michaela described, as 'Christmas without Snow'. We're in Malaysia and we never had snow. So, she said that it is weird to celebrate Christmas in summer heat! Haha! Christmas was fun! Had blasting party with my exchange students especially with silly Kazuma Abe. ;)</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-BFqFjelnJRQKs1eifo9T2nxB-OlLRzff2M1Nqk2eA0gxUiRMaqsJg2jFHy9gyG6sAyQDrTrd3h84otQid_IRcaAbVYUidjiAZIOS3SNSsNoQ458dpb1rndkgmekjaYHHaStanRvL2v1E/s1600-h/CIMG6660.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-BFqFjelnJRQKs1eifo9T2nxB-OlLRzff2M1Nqk2eA0gxUiRMaqsJg2jFHy9gyG6sAyQDrTrd3h84otQid_IRcaAbVYUidjiAZIOS3SNSsNoQ458dpb1rndkgmekjaYHHaStanRvL2v1E/s320/CIMG6660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421951285877566210" border="0" /></a><br />Kazuma did his first sushi in his life! Well, I tasted not that bad though he had some smackings from my mom while doing them...haha!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjydsEKzuA01YysR1m3ZCHGH6fuN4gF2dEL14CxbwW2JTwRr61NNVhhrzLPSPZ_YoJy9iGaZRJ6AwCv1MfAq_YHuibt2x3-2UdJcEocszwM6gQ0FYYTmePE40n-KX6areyxxJG7ZNvcgcen/s1600-h/CIMG6675.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjydsEKzuA01YysR1m3ZCHGH6fuN4gF2dEL14CxbwW2JTwRr61NNVhhrzLPSPZ_YoJy9iGaZRJ6AwCv1MfAq_YHuibt2x3-2UdJcEocszwM6gQ0FYYTmePE40n-KX6areyxxJG7ZNvcgcen/s320/CIMG6675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421951277207740226" border="0" /></a><br />Okay, this is not what you think! I am asleep even before I drank that wine. Kazuma posed the wine bottle next to me. I'm innocent! ;)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaTLwqjA3e_XQE4XnAvoxTn-VuTzSaU_EuuBJux5rRsjk0kOmXoZRraJKe0uFAtx8zenGez3yKuzFtmiae6At7aBtE1PZHmOVRpV6uNvJU_5hTMZLKl7kQFfUJl1iApX2UbOf_kR8Fw2al/s1600-h/CIMG6661.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaTLwqjA3e_XQE4XnAvoxTn-VuTzSaU_EuuBJux5rRsjk0kOmXoZRraJKe0uFAtx8zenGez3yKuzFtmiae6At7aBtE1PZHmOVRpV6uNvJU_5hTMZLKl7kQFfUJl1iApX2UbOf_kR8Fw2al/s320/CIMG6661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421951273248331122" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzoUASjKes6eaPTNd0TOeT8-FZE0iilyxSRn2ubTAKqfhhVkUrPZvPESR9jOVmE2v3K2B9cZSe4hNsULJaJzFPQmsG0Vxwfvk07RxTgTniWtwTzHmaEyZq6qszOOfBlg0ylcPca1ZuKvTM/s1600-h/DSC00642.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzoUASjKes6eaPTNd0TOeT8-FZE0iilyxSRn2ubTAKqfhhVkUrPZvPESR9jOVmE2v3K2B9cZSe4hNsULJaJzFPQmsG0Vxwfvk07RxTgTniWtwTzHmaEyZq6qszOOfBlg0ylcPca1ZuKvTM/s320/DSC00642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421955808031229666" border="0" /></a>Asahi! A Japanese branded beer, was a Christmas gift from Kazuma to me. We had so much of it in Cambodia and got a little drunk! Haha! It was just USD1 in Cambodia per can. But the bottle is more expensive here in Malaysia.Joaquin Syed Vishnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17092163775513740552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765695520164114171.post-67817852718310087492009-12-23T11:38:00.000-08:002010-01-06T09:07:07.828-08:002009 In Pictures...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">JANUARY</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-stylespan" style="font family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><b></b></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHMVnbjF5pZRcGf0OgOJJ-vnViOSKdoFz7Pepar7aiSt2wKN_2wJW2Ye-zvZ2txIUClDrgHmJTjKX85OE2hVpjfE34yMNiOiVZ0VpYRei5mUwPqISkSRnvRMHugkM4Co2ipmaiqRS0ojbx/s1600-h/jan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHMVnbjF5pZRcGf0OgOJJ-vnViOSKdoFz7Pepar7aiSt2wKN_2wJW2Ye-zvZ2txIUClDrgHmJTjKX85OE2hVpjfE34yMNiOiVZ0VpYRei5mUwPqISkSRnvRMHugkM4Co2ipmaiqRS0ojbx/s320/jan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418532172649191810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Crazy moment with Sok Nee and Kenny at 21st Century! The only time we went drinking together and can never be forgotten</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRxnAfdv7y42PV-PUQbmEUZg1ScMOlIXns2oUouwCCDXaEzFE67L6Lz_RlVdTqzWr-rTU5hJxbNUGfdCjvJ2QtXtEMnJ1tS63mmVWTHJuEY_5BWTfhKkBVov0e36C9EeI1XN6fCoGesadf/s1600-h/jan2.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRxnAfdv7y42PV-PUQbmEUZg1ScMOlIXns2oUouwCCDXaEzFE67L6Lz_RlVdTqzWr-rTU5hJxbNUGfdCjvJ2QtXtEMnJ1tS63mmVWTHJuEY_5BWTfhKkBVov0e36C9EeI1XN6fCoGesadf/s320/jan2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418532177553408034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Barack Obama inaugurated as the 44th President of the United States. The first African-American to be elected President and the 4th youngest man to ever hold the Office. The first was Theodore Roosevelt the 26th President in 1901, who assumed Office after the death of President William McKinley. He was just 42. The second is John F. Kennedy, the 35th President, elected in 1960 at the age 43. The third is Bill Clinton, the 42nd President, elected in 1992 at the age 46. Obama was 47 when he was elected in 2008</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij9PhZObtIekRGmCCsQ2WQ6j33MTK106W_oSkk_wVHB-O6Qc5KZS3FwR0QWozQ_14_EeQCgfdhmmhn2Qmi9gRYCxC2SH6kWuGyqIfXsOeVouG8tkIf4z2xLsD6rWwfW77RM-V3c1rI18kq/s1600-h/jan3.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij9PhZObtIekRGmCCsQ2WQ6j33MTK106W_oSkk_wVHB-O6Qc5KZS3FwR0QWozQ_14_EeQCgfdhmmhn2Qmi9gRYCxC2SH6kWuGyqIfXsOeVouG8tkIf4z2xLsD6rWwfW77RM-V3c1rI18kq/s320/jan3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418532180069202338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Hillary Clinton as former First Lady of the United States from 1993 to 2001 inaugurated as the 67th United States Secretary of State in January, 2009. She is the wife of former President Bill Clinton. She also served as a US Senator from New York from 2001 to 2009. To this date, she was the only former First Lady in the history of the country to be actively involved in American politics.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">FEBRUARY</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><b><br /></b></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7uQ7Wrw3eFz6WlbXisj0YPItBpE97bhom3Rdx8qWTD7P-UFPMXHbyY4cHRLdomYyfkSM0_zi-84bsB4hGkK9vkJ6jBXte3khh94g5X-B-OygyKMxNMgVCwOVsSpFvcl8YAFSOhA0S_BCE/s1600-h/feb1.1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7uQ7Wrw3eFz6WlbXisj0YPItBpE97bhom3Rdx8qWTD7P-UFPMXHbyY4cHRLdomYyfkSM0_zi-84bsB4hGkK9vkJ6jBXte3khh94g5X-B-OygyKMxNMgVCwOVsSpFvcl8YAFSOhA0S_BCE/s320/feb1.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418537207790218450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdmTQJpfF6ujkpEjNtvFF2uAupF3vSEctuAC4WvgkXagyKOLcyrH_OnAJx-r-zFNjNz4fpy7aUdGJ9NPvLkN21Ls5Wpi1omM20l2qQKOlaPVSnBYRtRync94w7XlHXuanq6V2k4GY1QLxs/s1600-h/feb1.2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdmTQJpfF6ujkpEjNtvFF2uAupF3vSEctuAC4WvgkXagyKOLcyrH_OnAJx-r-zFNjNz4fpy7aUdGJ9NPvLkN21Ls5Wpi1omM20l2qQKOlaPVSnBYRtRync94w7XlHXuanq6V2k4GY1QLxs/s320/feb1.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418537202273614562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">My first and last Prom Nite in UTAR. Was awesome! Meet lots of new people and damn I love my outfit!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3mfchWnkYejx2YpGUuCoWgsEamTolgnlIkhsqR4V34vX9rXO-rGCtEUekVp9wtcHk7W1cPs7XpLDFFewdsUn4n6_O4-GaBnsfIXkQutEWI2qoC6XqEoF-zzECvq5_jLOmC4UMfBV1l5h/s1600-h/feb1.3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3mfchWnkYejx2YpGUuCoWgsEamTolgnlIkhsqR4V34vX9rXO-rGCtEUekVp9wtcHk7W1cPs7XpLDFFewdsUn4n6_O4-GaBnsfIXkQutEWI2qoC6XqEoF-zzECvq5_jLOmC4UMfBV1l5h/s320/feb1.3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418537198725774962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijOjmWeFvpCddY6a-MlZAIw5Iavubjn7J5K4RycK7gf7KXKQROaRQsA-FW1AM_33QxgGoDKIA-Ov-Yo6YtjXdsZ_4BYfbHeruPMze1RmGgY_bvd0I5FQLoHopMBbspxZ6Ifb9UU6WzbSlT/s1600-h/feb1.4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijOjmWeFvpCddY6a-MlZAIw5Iavubjn7J5K4RycK7gf7KXKQROaRQsA-FW1AM_33QxgGoDKIA-Ov-Yo6YtjXdsZ_4BYfbHeruPMze1RmGgY_bvd0I5FQLoHopMBbspxZ6Ifb9UU6WzbSlT/s320/feb1.4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418537190091834962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">It was the first outing I did with this cool chick I met in UTAR named Ashleigh Errolene Goh</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">and her cousin Sherry Alexis</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2h81VrvtwZGbPIA4VNTgkbV350KaujEFeJzrzaOPrP6swHliNICLvO5IRiFIExmWIkjm_n5_wOyNNvycmJ4n4lizF9dUyMPXzcNng_3VfegsrGvv0Yy886TWr1ofYQDx-M3iiQvZs2J7m/s1600-h/feb.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2h81VrvtwZGbPIA4VNTgkbV350KaujEFeJzrzaOPrP6swHliNICLvO5IRiFIExmWIkjm_n5_wOyNNvycmJ4n4lizF9dUyMPXzcNng_3VfegsrGvv0Yy886TWr1ofYQDx-M3iiQvZs2J7m/s320/feb.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418537182290796898" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7vVPn52ih4710ay-eBXp7npH1WAruaPzIhyQZe7psKh58k4JHMdvrDzDw98ogllYsKoh4Tx6YpqCN31DamoaY_pxxXBwuERcg3LFdsFUTWwDyZJ9_uJg2Y5aEqz8b9KM0Ws_IFnORp4a/s1600-h/feb2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7vVPn52ih4710ay-eBXp7npH1WAruaPzIhyQZe7psKh58k4JHMdvrDzDw98ogllYsKoh4Tx6YpqCN31DamoaY_pxxXBwuERcg3LFdsFUTWwDyZJ9_uJg2Y5aEqz8b9KM0Ws_IFnORp4a/s320/feb2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418538756521934546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">My first Valentine. It was the most beautiful moment in my life after long years of big mess.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4pjqRH9UoBU5zFi9aRVss3hglgr6cuyaYXw9Sf4DfF-rH6FLfUiHW6aB-V7urqUx1nZapFjvpDwlZ1OkmmiCfkak-haBvoHSt6HkI3xdcDMCn52DS5ofnT3GQZiXaVkxZhf8Vs99NGFg/s1600-h/feb3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4pjqRH9UoBU5zFi9aRVss3hglgr6cuyaYXw9Sf4DfF-rH6FLfUiHW6aB-V7urqUx1nZapFjvpDwlZ1OkmmiCfkak-haBvoHSt6HkI3xdcDMCn52DS5ofnT3GQZiXaVkxZhf8Vs99NGFg/s320/feb3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418538754055724866" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-size:medium;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Jóhanna Sigurðardóttir </span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">became Iceland's first </span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">female Prime Minister in February 2009; she also became the world's first openly gay head of Government. Good luck to her! ;-)</span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">April</span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="fontfamily:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:large;"><b></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhczjDI5ehSTJJxn_87S_fLb7KA4eLyyP1S76K3LgGRSEQP1xQ5xC4GOUp7yGvxcpCCuV05JTHrLf9Hn1kXmD8tjy0_0VS2VTBzYP__gnxvwDdIStE6yS-K19buJF3w5M0Br1sZ0P8PnCie/s1600-h/april.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhczjDI5ehSTJJxn_87S_fLb7KA4eLyyP1S76K3LgGRSEQP1xQ5xC4GOUp7yGvxcpCCuV05JTHrLf9Hn1kXmD8tjy0_0VS2VTBzYP__gnxvwDdIStE6yS-K19buJF3w5M0Br1sZ0P8PnCie/s320/april.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418540632226405874" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Check out those moves man! Chun Ming and I rocked the stage with the dance from the film Honey; 'I Believe' during UTAR Drama and Public Speaking's event </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhimIadxcg8OZO5uYK-cidEPqTDCTsCBEKNbXaqaVnbzcDjDfFH0BPjtnxsyaCDrp_Rgr9sXFoU5POyD1fH2n-DhwiBQESXyjWyp60vOSRSqb00n_kPh9gLek-8ytc-T-Ej86otWKDEFaMN/s1600-h/april1.1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhimIadxcg8OZO5uYK-cidEPqTDCTsCBEKNbXaqaVnbzcDjDfFH0BPjtnxsyaCDrp_Rgr9sXFoU5POyD1fH2n-DhwiBQESXyjWyp60vOSRSqb00n_kPh9gLek-8ytc-T-Ej86otWKDEFaMN/s320/april1.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418540623556033634" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPwsodejQC2wJbVtICTz__kptAe08DyCefGo1QzovxtDQ1V4lmmypZZPnpVeaF1E2SDMnVniWzGyABvBHHO4ETMxZFosWcBkMvnlwzK-8qI_xPqzxfMAP5J-k1JzFWtySyhrXv7hav3NR/s1600-h/april2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPwsodejQC2wJbVtICTz__kptAe08DyCefGo1QzovxtDQ1V4lmmypZZPnpVeaF1E2SDMnVniWzGyABvBHHO4ETMxZFosWcBkMvnlwzK-8qI_xPqzxfMAP5J-k1JzFWtySyhrXv7hav3NR/s320/april2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418540620065133266" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-sKuzt_MgWb8-TY_fqNRfoUAtQDdbdXJ6mMSTIb_AQkgvMH6XyR5WbESqdlp7rxSiwEjs4Y9caVc5gJCCCFP_o4HrhzYSS7_E82pLuS9NQ_NUUE-xYVQizSBCdLVnJ3MogxSf9vA9eU0/s1600-h/april3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-sKuzt_MgWb8-TY_fqNRfoUAtQDdbdXJ6mMSTIb_AQkgvMH6XyR5WbESqdlp7rxSiwEjs4Y9caVc5gJCCCFP_o4HrhzYSS7_E82pLuS9NQ_NUUE-xYVQizSBCdLVnJ3MogxSf9vA9eU0/s320/april3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418540617617904626" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYtjRG4y8LCbfFtqZk1KLVa6uXi0kehcyZXfuQjzGlUsVn2UKZHqLaUleuXujzK2kNNGrf9e2o-5l3oJswdTmwdCCFIoCHg_33j-SrgWv9gcDw-LSk79RPFe_3BfOYBDr2j2VuZeN0aF3/s1600-h/r"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYtjRG4y8LCbfFtqZk1KLVa6uXi0kehcyZXfuQjzGlUsVn2UKZHqLaUleuXujzK2kNNGrf9e2o-5l3oJswdTmwdCCFIoCHg_33j-SrgWv9gcDw-LSk79RPFe_3BfOYBDr2j2VuZeN0aF3/s320/r" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419628551977087218" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">BoomBoxx Bar Party organized by Ash and Emi. Elaine and I rocked the party all over...ended up with me getting extremely tipsy and you don't wanna know what happened after that :s</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">MAY</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e){}"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YIYTmADeizAEejTaXi10q5WHpE3ZboDtyB-YW7zb3m149DRcWi7KQMr1-oSZO5QySKCMOOKRTwql3F0r__O98DoxeHutUbSU7UTIVk-MbqHnThuX38ppn4aD28Skc19qRCpINkBqdqyQ/s1600-h/may.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8eVKCS3hnO1xEp6bUX5T63P0i3SWUf_KT8AoK4mKPYUFCLGQMnpK3E4pbhhPB0Grw_CapusvrU327Rrm4cucXGDzPPGuSs96owLXsoevkS8E6ie3UHlWf40XpcFFLhhdzS6cpRuTjGGbX/s320/may3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418542891525701938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">An overwhelming 6-day trip to the Incredible Kingdom of Cambodia with my papa and all the AFS students in Johor chapter</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj54dY7_jN6KSpi7QnmK2lw3IDX_87jiiYBhbI7K4NLklY-K2rVk_meBI3ctQLM_n6qiGAb5krpFKc9pXHmC8yu6a5g2ldmqpzrHiTNrSZ5zoSRUVzmghCuYwiDwe950u__DFsCxrMKs9As/s1600-h/may4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh9NUOFy61bhUwj5uJotmJnGLfxIhnJ5dPXLP52aJVtDOnSYgTNRwj-EIGsx327kcCjtFfyOBeew9-RkxX3YU_mNiWnLHvlY8zg4Lm6QwzJFN21Y1xL_f1QgLbf47b2v2V8MKTyr2PGEuw/s320/may6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418543570203029826" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Awesome Gunung Ledang Waterfalls trip with Kazuma Abe and Jan Hilgenrainer, right after our trip from Cambodia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">JUNE</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyr0AzkXRne5SPWjy1fo5TMyw_tjhhIrNAwvnY4OMmzytfiGJr__OBhn5bZsa60DtYCEso_0ZJFkSBpdorLba6LJXmLh29P53wEHZ4zATUz8e25skvOoHRxeHoqL0NBWri3gTS3hX0gRpj/s1600-h/june.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyr0AzkXRne5SPWjy1fo5TMyw_tjhhIrNAwvnY4OMmzytfiGJr__OBhn5bZsa60DtYCEso_0ZJFkSBpdorLba6LJXmLh29P53wEHZ4zATUz8e25skvOoHRxeHoqL0NBWri3gTS3hX0gRpj/s320/june.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418546216757729938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">You made the whole world to move! I danced because you danced. An extraordinary soul! Generations to come will scarcely find that such being like you, walked upon this earth with blood and flesh! Rest In Peace Mikey (1958-2009)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirFC93EjvoMfzuJyqGiEjYnxBGyNNRnlXWYwMN1dcgYbbPmY7RkXKksu8erbRLA99YrDUupzZy30V4_wWPZsrHnsI1zJuxadc16J50UOiWYesRbWpKPkOufCVypQMHoXhla-RD9H8pVoFt/s1600-h/june2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirFC93EjvoMfzuJyqGiEjYnxBGyNNRnlXWYwMN1dcgYbbPmY7RkXKksu8erbRLA99YrDUupzZy30V4_wWPZsrHnsI1zJuxadc16J50UOiWYesRbWpKPkOufCVypQMHoXhla-RD9H8pVoFt/s320/june2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418546206891282850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">You will always remain in people's heart not only as Charlie's Angel</span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">as People's Angel. Rest In Peace Farrah Fawcett (1947-2009)</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">JULY</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5dNEFa1KvVCSb-zW-79rS1yMWlYr7d1Ac453_aNGEROH1D3zDL_iff4jtbG2E2R6kEEBOlcBYkvflE53RdKv3V4jKeXCOc-Q2GxFh90lgLAuALXVoH-wgML0I359YZQpXQTXYrObNvMZg/s1600-h/Slide1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5dNEFa1KvVCSb-zW-79rS1yMWlYr7d1Ac453_aNGEROH1D3zDL_iff4jtbG2E2R6kEEBOlcBYkvflE53RdKv3V4jKeXCOc-Q2GxFh90lgLAuALXVoH-wgML0I359YZQpXQTXYrObNvMZg/s320/Slide1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418566218694276258" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">I guess I would need to open a club for my Bitches as it's getting bigger and bigger!! Haha! Met this awesomely weird chicks named Joanna (top left), Lishia (below felt) and Suria (top right). These people rock to the max!! Glad I met them! ;-)</span></span></span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><b><br /></b></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ouGxHyRmtmjQB6tkDC_DROoWRpGRh3D-cLI0NV0IHlDrYtDKODNb_hR7O6EynwWmsyQ1xcCQ-UHC8BGnH8m3jbZHVWM8c5Z3ksKD6KNQHSe0BbM44-u5R3g0e_fCNmfkHhskWUP0BF15/s1600-h/july.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ouGxHyRmtmjQB6tkDC_DROoWRpGRh3D-cLI0NV0IHlDrYtDKODNb_hR7O6EynwWmsyQ1xcCQ-UHC8BGnH8m3jbZHVWM8c5Z3ksKD6KNQHSe0BbM44-u5R3g0e_fCNmfkHhskWUP0BF15/s320/july.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418548560665698514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGOT7asYADWe4zPkm05defytQCXmEtxILQkd_bGcTXScXhcU5c1uc_xbERFve0Om8z-IhXrYUmggHCKP1Gb5IbKmwRgHCL9Wz878yWHmcJKNgou9Zjxom4h-aoFwjLID3Xit6UB5Uqe-H/s1600-h/july2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGOT7asYADWe4zPkm05defytQCXmEtxILQkd_bGcTXScXhcU5c1uc_xbERFve0Om8z-IhXrYUmggHCKP1Gb5IbKmwRgHCL9Wz878yWHmcJKNgou9Zjxom4h-aoFwjLID3Xit6UB5Uqe-H/s320/july2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418548558820882994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">My first performance after 9 years! And I think I did well...though it was hard for me to catch up with the steps. UTAR Asian Cultural Society's Cultural Nite on July 4th.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJKaa3U2Ta2b0_8BDJmFMo8Z4sy7nu9VCFKXNQpxnpo8EAZQPHpGU_aC0EuXCAGvhmufDBkXxp50Oz7-3SHHl9zQRp8Fzs7-g8eaIDplr8gonQXmMLN7sr-uSA0hunP6HFqb6BcROz_ZWL/s1600-h/july3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJKaa3U2Ta2b0_8BDJmFMo8Z4sy7nu9VCFKXNQpxnpo8EAZQPHpGU_aC0EuXCAGvhmufDBkXxp50Oz7-3SHHl9zQRp8Fzs7-g8eaIDplr8gonQXmMLN7sr-uSA0hunP6HFqb6BcROz_ZWL/s320/july3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418548551710852290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm_jzO_wdmieBaeTicL3xRkvqw1F_75fPPsZxsQy6mu-5fxdTJ3U9VCVS7gQGCc3J6zPUJYuhW9C8V5WT41gnwr2gF-HgX5jqRtY4dJ7KhILhifAkQgJXuiQZBfJOGrDbB6zgnxDNrXXBE/s1600-h/july4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm_jzO_wdmieBaeTicL3xRkvqw1F_75fPPsZxsQy6mu-5fxdTJ3U9VCVS7gQGCc3J6zPUJYuhW9C8V5WT41gnwr2gF-HgX5jqRtY4dJ7KhILhifAkQgJXuiQZBfJOGrDbB6zgnxDNrXXBE/s320/july4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418548547150267042" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGxjI4_eHeEGluEyjI_WrrQO18xGMq4Q1qDXaEUq0Dq6mOeSScFkifS6UUfPsR9gSOAdRlYsvjD9PSIVVEZzECaKGhkZDzwaWfsUnfHozDhwiPCbA31lEsKH4G0RGDIMP8CGDYHbyRh9IZ/s1600-h/july4.1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGxjI4_eHeEGluEyjI_WrrQO18xGMq4Q1qDXaEUq0Dq6mOeSScFkifS6UUfPsR9gSOAdRlYsvjD9PSIVVEZzECaKGhkZDzwaWfsUnfHozDhwiPCbA31lEsKH4G0RGDIMP8CGDYHbyRh9IZ/s320/july4.1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418548542200256578" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG6ltnWlewmNZClPe0QCoZpO2P8lcJcAT7mnjvDYNjWK8jUja0TiTPA0hBzwLb04XR67KiH5hPxGEMRt_2p284ywg88XiC_UuJ-cJ33Ak_DVbEgJMpDTHPA3C2BML4mnc1VZe_hKcVJyKo/s1600-h/july4.2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG6ltnWlewmNZClPe0QCoZpO2P8lcJcAT7mnjvDYNjWK8jUja0TiTPA0hBzwLb04XR67KiH5hPxGEMRt_2p284ywg88XiC_UuJ-cJ33Ak_DVbEgJMpDTHPA3C2BML4mnc1VZe_hKcVJyKo/s320/july4.2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418550231237992546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">My Queen Bitch's dramatic 22nd birthday party!! It was better than her 21st birthday party in 2008. Haha! Though she was not there to witness us most of the time and to witness the dramas too, as she saw the 'light' and followed it throughout the nite, we all did enjoy the party! Hehe! That was the day I found out another babe who could really party; Amelia Wong!! Never knew that she is good companion for drinking and dancing! ;-)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjICVDLHpUZ00hBTVuq1eWIcbNJCIc9NbBkL2x6wM-v3enxzWrXDmYv78Eg3k3DibmGoe85mJTDg_Q6KoDJRs5weDeybj-Q-JCP7MsvX4VCmmecYkIwY4whF51HAfZezKhAHGUYaVzOHQBN/s1600-h/july5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjICVDLHpUZ00hBTVuq1eWIcbNJCIc9NbBkL2x6wM-v3enxzWrXDmYv78Eg3k3DibmGoe85mJTDg_Q6KoDJRs5weDeybj-Q-JCP7MsvX4VCmmecYkIwY4whF51HAfZezKhAHGUYaVzOHQBN/s320/july5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418550224649062162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqd9DDs-3-Ow7XE8_BlNGOYQZQbhBmgED5VhSZL_in5SkD7kGVguExNHcaNLOE0RcPSLQahc-Wa5WaZa-FFYxaS2CTfiiv-Mhhad5XxnJI70HCZ1ZmPIXDUPU5UsAth1wwVfP7BsKDD8-N/s1600-h/july6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqd9DDs-3-Ow7XE8_BlNGOYQZQbhBmgED5VhSZL_in5SkD7kGVguExNHcaNLOE0RcPSLQahc-Wa5WaZa-FFYxaS2CTfiiv-Mhhad5XxnJI70HCZ1ZmPIXDUPU5UsAth1wwVfP7BsKDD8-N/s320/july6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418550220199489842" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Check out those heels man! Damn! I never knew I'd pull through the nite! :s</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZlSSWTofjN83IOpa2KX39k5LNuR8ikaKO87_ENbINjPmodE4oUzShQHN4JzqeJ3jk_B14hRSqEpFTcL8XQ8KGsSGNKFyjcbVUnznpG2d7w6bBgx9lcQCwehZ-FoEfP85swVcL9kDSJSa/s1600-h/july7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZlSSWTofjN83IOpa2KX39k5LNuR8ikaKO87_ENbINjPmodE4oUzShQHN4JzqeJ3jk_B14hRSqEpFTcL8XQ8KGsSGNKFyjcbVUnznpG2d7w6bBgx9lcQCwehZ-FoEfP85swVcL9kDSJSa/s320/july7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418550217848974626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Thats me! Miss J! Haha! Costume Party organized by Ash and Emi!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpu2MLG32l6aP54890SA3inQPfIA2Gm0cuB6zyDcmUvNDJdewZVop2y5Bw9TaFdDsNeNhuF1hggj61jcxq3TPtipBUngcKiEW7jXZGmFZaRtru7wEugMSvzW-VKRxn9DTuchjaDzGrWusO/s1600-h/july8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpu2MLG32l6aP54890SA3inQPfIA2Gm0cuB6zyDcmUvNDJdewZVop2y5Bw9TaFdDsNeNhuF1hggj61jcxq3TPtipBUngcKiEW7jXZGmFZaRtru7wEugMSvzW-VKRxn9DTuchjaDzGrWusO/s320/july8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418550206208044146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">A farewell to AFS Johor's YPnhSC' 2008/2009. After an 11-month of life as Malaysians, it was time to say goodbye to Lien, Jan, Sara and Pascal! We had great time together... ;-)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJ1F2_YIE4aCwnUy7he6mdiqmP63zqxxWecaHh0Dv6z1kF4Zp-KYV8g0x6gcPar2oQnrWFHoxnJsOrek_P6_53R1mq49TPt8X0bj7KKZqM_aqeA5b8NyaRLPzLsURWYpdZPoIoi2fn3UN/s1600-h/july9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJ1F2_YIE4aCwnUy7he6mdiqmP63zqxxWecaHh0Dv6z1kF4Zp-KYV8g0x6gcPar2oQnrWFHoxnJsOrek_P6_53R1mq49TPt8X0bj7KKZqM_aqeA5b8NyaRLPzLsURWYpdZPoIoi2fn3UN/s320/july9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418552880288497474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Walter Cronkite an American anchorman died on July 17, 2009. He was a famous anchorman for CBS News. He was the first person to relay the news of the assassination of President Kennedy to the American people and the world in November, 1963. He was also popular for his Nuremberg Trials coverage, Vietnam War, 1968's Presidential Primaries and Elections, Watergate, and the Iran Hostage Crisis coverages. The Beatles' first American TV broadcast and interview was with Mr. Cronkite. Rest In Peace Old Ironpants! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdKzGdMxXGx_e0Op2tpoKfWN6i9m0bCMCi_bHA3ow_VirG_vASzNDgP6G2mT3lrt0xAlUvELcfFZdMBT0pRKSuQncUnJPCoNjv5cxXyAU38_z58ULaAMybc8NbVMTyGGD6jF03v1fafUO0/s1600-h/july10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdKzGdMxXGx_e0Op2tpoKfWN6i9m0bCMCi_bHA3ow_VirG_vASzNDgP6G2mT3lrt0xAlUvELcfFZdMBT0pRKSuQncUnJPCoNjv5cxXyAU38_z58ULaAMybc8NbVMTyGGD6jF03v1fafUO0/s320/july10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418552875323104786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Robert S. McNamara was the 8th US Secretary of Defense from 1961 to 1968 under President Kennedy and President Lyndon Johnson. He was considered the most controversial political leader of the 20th Century due to his policy-making with President Johnson for Vietnam War. He eventually resigned his position as Secretary of Defense in 1968 due to an extreme opposition by the American public as Vietnam War did not come to an end. Vietnam War was considered the greatest error in the history of American foreign policy!! McNamara died on July 6, 2009. Rest In Peace Mr. Secretary! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">August</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCfp9sECAxVXlvCLtIxZBzXTpXRKGRHE8-ncZUkxjU_8KXOtibYhZgkFRT_MQLe2R6QxQ9nh33p5WOx0V7IGxjL-DhF-XRzdqao4BgQK8WvBbYbTV-IEdqA3xdE8GXfAm_i9OTtXp5nvkJ/s1600-h/aug8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCfp9sECAxVXlvCLtIxZBzXTpXRKGRHE8-ncZUkxjU_8KXOtibYhZgkFRT_MQLe2R6QxQ9nh33p5WOx0V7IGxjL-DhF-XRzdqao4BgQK8WvBbYbTV-IEdqA3xdE8GXfAm_i9OTtXp5nvkJ/s320/aug8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418558005601019218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Eunice Kennedy Shriver died on August 11, 2009. She was the sister of both murdered former US President John F. Kennedy and former US Senator Robert F. Kennedy. She was widely known as the founder of Special Olympics inspired by her disabled sister Rosemary Kennedy in 1962. She and her husband Robert Shriver successfully campaigned for John Kennedy in 1960's Presidential Election. Their daughter, Maria Shriver is married to then-actor Arnold Schwarzenegger who became the Governor of California in 2003. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJdIpFUEFjlOGtSbOiV5S2jlpibNEolNnKYnsKWQ0qUXvmVIKhNVv3uL6HXEOZ5FL-_3HgQfV8-eAbFI_CTU5hvp7OW-cEi5vXVZ4FbFZ9Xq2X3EhXT9qDYkzSBTBs_skTWhN3KQ5nJlE/s1600-h/aug7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJdIpFUEFjlOGtSbOiV5S2jlpibNEolNnKYnsKWQ0qUXvmVIKhNVv3uL6HXEOZ5FL-_3HgQfV8-eAbFI_CTU5hvp7OW-cEi5vXVZ4FbFZ9Xq2X3EhXT9qDYkzSBTBs_skTWhN3KQ5nJlE/s320/aug7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418558002708045762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Edward M. Kennedy (far right) shares laughter with his murdered brothers Jack and Bobby. He died on August 25, 2009, just 2 weeks after the death of his sister Eunice. He was the last surviving brothers of the Kennedy family and was the youngest among all the 9 children of Rose and Joseph Kennedy. He was a US Senator from Massachusetts serving for 46 years.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh55ZNL8JStJvuHWYfAi6hbR69QUTPjc7XfndlhwR9ec5PX9cBfgqBLL9G0cZTylnWr12Mg7rv0XTiMBxuxZZCiB960H3T1_ievv7BYC3q5VaChst5gOFC7vNkVUyYfYJh1vltk4w5XBGBf/s1600-h/aug.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh55ZNL8JStJvuHWYfAi6hbR69QUTPjc7XfndlhwR9ec5PX9cBfgqBLL9G0cZTylnWr12Mg7rv0XTiMBxuxZZCiB960H3T1_ievv7BYC3q5VaChst5gOFC7vNkVUyYfYJh1vltk4w5XBGBf/s320/aug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418557998004638114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Chua with one of his weird actions... :s</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx_Px6KV6VtriqVkkvbLUX1LhEhxxZPmWFznVo7L0kYnJoLcwhKHYgD334igZC9VpbfklKBw2d_Hy4ppwo9XRKG94ERq-QFAev-vAeBCqSM4RyzumI5r3t5QFJcZS4Zl6MW64yaU-wQ6Wk/s1600-h/aug2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx_Px6KV6VtriqVkkvbLUX1LhEhxxZPmWFznVo7L0kYnJoLcwhKHYgD334igZC9VpbfklKBw2d_Hy4ppwo9XRKG94ERq-QFAev-vAeBCqSM4RyzumI5r3t5QFJcZS4Zl6MW64yaU-wQ6Wk/s320/aug2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418557991877571746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJrdSfofLTkh4H_Ho_jVnHNv7_MypBZ5EUKhx12UpTmxWsGUJq5N93hqzn2Y0ZbSuWwcu5uBV56yZ-07kPbXAuIUW1SK92lX0zJkuZYnrMF2gGw1Iyxu5b-frPUbTMfQ2y4WIrF3ZS6rxv/s1600-h/aug3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJrdSfofLTkh4H_Ho_jVnHNv7_MypBZ5EUKhx12UpTmxWsGUJq5N93hqzn2Y0ZbSuWwcu5uBV56yZ-07kPbXAuIUW1SK92lX0zJkuZYnrMF2gGw1Iyxu5b-frPUbTMfQ2y4WIrF3ZS6rxv/s320/aug3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418557984349462786" /></a><a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-4jjjozlNqjWBacT18cdhBcVJSKAmVy4qlt2byZwJXEq9efCEMEnGq0KxXG8REVxxUFMY6GKS_XUVw-voEk2JpuoeKO-vddLb1ORj9yMdJWF7v38poFkEXzKl4b5oqGLgaILqSHnxS5O/s1600-h/aug6.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-4jjjozlNqjWBacT18cdhBcVJSKAmVy4qlt2byZwJXEq9efCEMEnGq0KxXG8REVxxUFMY6GKS_XUVw-voEk2JpuoeKO-vddLb1ORj9yMdJWF7v38poFkEXzKl4b5oqGLgaILqSHnxS5O/s1600-h/aug6.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-4jjjozlNqjWBacT18cdhBcVJSKAmVy4qlt2byZwJXEq9efCEMEnGq0KxXG8REVxxUFMY6GKS_XUVw-voEk2JpuoeKO-vddLb1ORj9yMdJWF7v38poFkEXzKl4b5oqGLgaILqSHnxS5O/s320/aug6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418558395559031602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Merdeka Weekend this year was celebrated in the paradise island of Langkawi! Well, it is only paradise due to its tax-free alcohol!! Haha! Of all the 19 people who gave their names for this trip, only 3 appeared!! Our all time Wonder Boy Jonny, Chua and me...but we also had Beate and Geertrui joining us. We had our own fun though! ;-)</span></div><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEnbBT_XC-xXviOZ4LZNLURx-xfZg8nzhfSsilxO4ira8vsGmhreJB0XEfS7ZaeBB3bLt1IhlJesVlaRCMWZuoFRALEb50i6HMp83aLwuKp0TTWHjC3tL6gXHFcDZLnoBTl2vBfw1TrDd1/s320/aug4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418558400302626082" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiixhku-Lw5MZD_xisIU2moFRGtyCLofQx0Y6IemgjHyDyqa92Swm9cee_v_vIFBBRGj1moC39wOIfVnnRNNHxlmvGLlSjWvDyCxzot5srb1UWE7QFqQVJfoXeQg8hh2rX4Af50yymGi09U/s1600-h/aug5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiixhku-Lw5MZD_xisIU2moFRGtyCLofQx0Y6IemgjHyDyqa92Swm9cee_v_vIFBBRGj1moC39wOIfVnnRNNHxlmvGLlSjWvDyCxzot5srb1UWE7QFqQVJfoXeQg8hh2rX4Af50yymGi09U/s320/aug5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418558399485671730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">A Visit by the Belgians. Wanted to meet Geertrui so badly and missed Beate as well. We stayed in Klang, then Concorde Hotel KL and walked around Bukit Bintang! ;-)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">SEPTEMBER</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZTmpeGUvoFpKgGUQUWtdKHCkjXJ3Ey75FFSD0md8M3GNXzdJgfWX17uGmzgaaEMOzjpXtZQwPfNRCyhpx1eQVFBfsxXVgODuER1Y3SMllYrPCshT2VjSl6w6mPM2qBu0RdhHyM8E7XfP/s1600-h/sept.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZTmpeGUvoFpKgGUQUWtdKHCkjXJ3Ey75FFSD0md8M3GNXzdJgfWX17uGmzgaaEMOzjpXtZQwPfNRCyhpx1eQVFBfsxXVgODuER1Y3SMllYrPCshT2VjSl6w6mPM2qBu0RdhHyM8E7XfP/s320/sept.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418567681365408290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">The light of my life; the love of my life came to an end after a 1.3 years of a relationship. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">It takes a couple seconds to say Hello, but forever to say Goodbye</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#202020;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#202020;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">OCTOBER</span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1nDKPLV4nhh-aG8yQ2pO28Tm6EJwzvEIshUOAnwjPIwCqf4ueII_j97Ef9EzO88h6PA5sxrK9MAc6zTjy_EzAOwQ6Edk_akn6KVIB68_yF3NfUUs67jhIZ9-sJEw9gp2g9QMfZq-Yx4E/s1600-h/oct3.1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1nDKPLV4nhh-aG8yQ2pO28Tm6EJwzvEIshUOAnwjPIwCqf4ueII_j97Ef9EzO88h6PA5sxrK9MAc6zTjy_EzAOwQ6Edk_akn6KVIB68_yF3NfUUs67jhIZ9-sJEw9gp2g9QMfZq-Yx4E/s320/oct3.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418569909877297346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">This was the best Hari Raya open house I had in life! First, it was held in UTAR Block C's cafeteria. Second, the party was thrown in by Mr. Afi Roshezry!! Third, it's Mr. Afi!!! The coolest lecturer I had in UTAR!! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRmN83Ta1ZTUZOaSo15Y873Y1CJInf-MTxrgvct2u-jm5wpcxol2sinupU6FBNEzabzV3911JgUBLy8mmn9X3gWHV7WaRh6PSrVMdWAfAgna-_RFjmq3KMIqvJ7ecBu38MxiVsu-AJGz_i/s1600-h/oct3.2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRmN83Ta1ZTUZOaSo15Y873Y1CJInf-MTxrgvct2u-jm5wpcxol2sinupU6FBNEzabzV3911JgUBLy8mmn9X3gWHV7WaRh6PSrVMdWAfAgna-_RFjmq3KMIqvJ7ecBu38MxiVsu-AJGz_i/s320/oct3.2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418569903110419186" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLP3lWdSQF8GpR55Q8atpITvrM_B9WmvtzvU4Vcq3dZuIlhL9BMLPtwJ2Bb3FW7FL0guRjZJ4_GthOmvawzQeARmNwVKvJDcfqWc87nuVqlnlfVX_XISueMwuYItXt2JyEkYgPstDsJWdR/s1600-h/oct3.3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLP3lWdSQF8GpR55Q8atpITvrM_B9WmvtzvU4Vcq3dZuIlhL9BMLPtwJ2Bb3FW7FL0guRjZJ4_GthOmvawzQeARmNwVKvJDcfqWc87nuVqlnlfVX_XISueMwuYItXt2JyEkYgPstDsJWdR/s320/oct3.3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418569892356894338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDan9t1rSRYhvl6Wm7HXrol7YsGGe5auliZug8ITnko3vvkamoNfI4GBFL5f6bF_lxI2oAiB7cB56hGDhf9LEeZf27KtIZ3gr6dvZ_G80Di91nqNszeKbX_ERzs9dx5Kru5bFQ77F49gp/s1600-h/oct3.4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDan9t1rSRYhvl6Wm7HXrol7YsGGe5auliZug8ITnko3vvkamoNfI4GBFL5f6bF_lxI2oAiB7cB56hGDhf9LEeZf27KtIZ3gr6dvZ_G80Di91nqNszeKbX_ERzs9dx5Kru5bFQ77F49gp/s320/oct3.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418569883373516178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Celebrated Diwali with my AFS students at my house, though I'm an Agnostic and never had a religion in my life! :s ...It was fun to host Aoi Ishiguro from Kuantan chapter. And as usual, Kazuma being the center of attention with his weird moves!! Haha! He would fly back to Japan on January 4, 2010. I'm gonna miss him dearly!! :-(</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh5hRxmjTtYFBIZ5phBa81j4v_BZ4Kdl9N7PBLtftn32lG_vi-TDFLsftRVbQT0Upu2edE3giu0SYjQR5sMqvyjKeBfX5WVfySCT6tvoaqr296uDvHy8zK3lIcnfgGDgE7q8J-yuvVXx_v/s1600-h/oct3.5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh5hRxmjTtYFBIZ5phBa81j4v_BZ4Kdl9N7PBLtftn32lG_vi-TDFLsftRVbQT0Upu2edE3giu0SYjQR5sMqvyjKeBfX5WVfySCT6tvoaqr296uDvHy8zK3lIcnfgGDgE7q8J-yuvVXx_v/s320/oct3.5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418569872680390546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I had a tattoo!! Yay!! The Star of David. To commemorate the 6 million Jews murdered during the Holocaust and along side all the other victims of the genocide. It is also a reminder for me and those people around me to remember that the Holocaust really happened, that the most civilized and cultured people allowed it to happen!! Such tragedies and traumas still happening, can be stopped and no child should ever experience this again! Let that be the current and the future world's work!! :-)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">NOVEMBER</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ZlIdw5qfw6F_NuO4u05DLXbh1Aoz6NEMZFON1VO37d8XDJ9NMxZg-1O6Y9uERSHj6LK5-SOIBmwrJskE_z-bbOVX9eqXPnUwxZmYbPNrKR4LvFrWYAHtttBvHwwM9BRjcCgEeseN_mK1/s1600-h/nov.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ZlIdw5qfw6F_NuO4u05DLXbh1Aoz6NEMZFON1VO37d8XDJ9NMxZg-1O6Y9uERSHj6LK5-SOIBmwrJskE_z-bbOVX9eqXPnUwxZmYbPNrKR4LvFrWYAHtttBvHwwM9BRjcCgEeseN_mK1/s320/nov.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418572727390607970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">November 1, 2009: a date that will not be forgotten by all UTAR Kampar students! Kelly Yew, James Khor and Yew Ghim Chnieh drowned and washed away by a huge gush of water while swimming in the Batu Berangkai Waterfalls, Kampar, Perak. Our university is still a new branch of UTAR and this is the first tragic event occurred in our campus. Ghim Chnieh was a friend of mine. 3 days before he died, he asked me to invite him for the next party held in Eastlake, Kampar. Rest In Peace Ghim Chnieh and the others. :-(</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhwTmPpL9IWk6vkNZwKJFnzQ_aVotuP96KyOCDqV-dC8Dueus9uEV6wgInQfaRd1kviRYWNgJqdRKJ075eGz9LGICQX337Wxt8wZrZFytDMsN5xNMx0UED7rQUGvECvdG4xecI-RJbPA0/s1600-h/nov1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhwTmPpL9IWk6vkNZwKJFnzQ_aVotuP96KyOCDqV-dC8Dueus9uEV6wgInQfaRd1kviRYWNgJqdRKJ075eGz9LGICQX337Wxt8wZrZFytDMsN5xNMx0UED7rQUGvECvdG4xecI-RJbPA0/s320/nov1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418572723544821362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Me and my horny look at the ballroom for the AFS training program at Hotel Royal, Penang</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHJQlOxTomnyUZVb-Hy4mOcZvKejdSjD_sUOmfz1Zy5-SFANUuB7rWlP23vzWNjv47ozcelV-slkDQxKK2YGURvZ9XM9MdXQega87TFGXGWLfZDp05lWpaLDKRJgEv1PUi4VR1o6YQZgEE/s1600-h/nov2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHJQlOxTomnyUZVb-Hy4mOcZvKejdSjD_sUOmfz1Zy5-SFANUuB7rWlP23vzWNjv47ozcelV-slkDQxKK2YGURvZ9XM9MdXQega87TFGXGWLfZDp05lWpaLDKRJgEv1PUi4VR1o6YQZgEE/s320/nov2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418572715378794002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit1eXJmG8fT-O57HvYUfl5c-yEwfLNQ3MxbPzPorkk_03Qk8yvbHTtnada3QPmVlQPjmD1Jz6RXVptxCW6D08C6nzhXuyXJk7kiJe7HKJ4AN1XGfPXI0meTlhE0NO2cI8k-yekBNFysXnH/s1600-h/nov3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit1eXJmG8fT-O57HvYUfl5c-yEwfLNQ3MxbPzPorkk_03Qk8yvbHTtnada3QPmVlQPjmD1Jz6RXVptxCW6D08C6nzhXuyXJk7kiJe7HKJ4AN1XGfPXI0meTlhE0NO2cI8k-yekBNFysXnH/s320/nov3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418572710432781602" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Y4Vakptm2AfBRg3b6O5Aq_lxQgv0sWtdMCR1iNI_9yLwy6tMTYcZOTOjifreUMBN-GPU82-BDiuNA8PJibTo62_d0oy4PRYSHKrNNvy_YcLK89yB7dnbRW2v8K0zP9bTRvSk0K_GAiv9/s1600-h/nov5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Y4Vakptm2AfBRg3b6O5Aq_lxQgv0sWtdMCR1iNI_9yLwy6tMTYcZOTOjifreUMBN-GPU82-BDiuNA8PJibTo62_d0oy4PRYSHKrNNvy_YcLK89yB7dnbRW2v8K0zP9bTRvSk0K_GAiv9/s320/nov5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418574483557126002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I was blessed to meet these 2 awesome chicks!! Hidaya and Ameera!! Went clubbing with them in Penang! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh428_RDdQnm_fMT0P_EMqbn2XfqhIETlG_P76qdsJwSipsyaN5r314i2wk2ZRNes5-0L1kMbMvgOqWW7rRhw9iXquCENkiDVUtQXJERrcaKGvC7DE8T9VgheO6Uqbx7OzFaaVYN_ux_-Pp/s1600-h/nov6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh428_RDdQnm_fMT0P_EMqbn2XfqhIETlG_P76qdsJwSipsyaN5r314i2wk2ZRNes5-0L1kMbMvgOqWW7rRhw9iXquCENkiDVUtQXJERrcaKGvC7DE8T9VgheO6Uqbx7OzFaaVYN_ux_-Pp/s320/nov6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418574480372966498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Looking like a Bangladeshi dude!! :s ...Thats me and 3 former Malaysian exchange students to Japan</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvd5FO-WHENoeC5VJEEpiXglRsJuaNBpjSX0YIqDuW-BZbMAz2XCKvj7FJmRXugmCg0wIJ8MRNwSPkmGu4zkiOBRZjHQ_Uiv78RKLxfUbD_juzEwiJCOi01CqjyWYbzi3EutiFVx6_cBjj/s1600-h/nov4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvd5FO-WHENoeC5VJEEpiXglRsJuaNBpjSX0YIqDuW-BZbMAz2XCKvj7FJmRXugmCg0wIJ8MRNwSPkmGu4zkiOBRZjHQ_Uiv78RKLxfUbD_juzEwiJCOi01CqjyWYbzi3EutiFVx6_cBjj/s320/nov4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418572702920310290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Dr. Yahya and Etty Sulaiman awarded my mom as the 2009 Best Volunteer for AFS Johor in Penang</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">DECEMBER</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguyLTfBOW369NivZW7VBRhod2sQ8aS7_L8SQKxSh39Hyt5h2vfQthbvVmbxCFk1kEfl0SixkcoYoUqz5EhV7Wm9qZ-tO1k-mqXlfYYWpJURClebkotzJt97Ur6raRuX0OJVkAaF5bOhdRa/s1600-h/CIMG6645.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguyLTfBOW369NivZW7VBRhod2sQ8aS7_L8SQKxSh39Hyt5h2vfQthbvVmbxCFk1kEfl0SixkcoYoUqz5EhV7Wm9qZ-tO1k-mqXlfYYWpJURClebkotzJt97Ur6raRuX0OJVkAaF5bOhdRa/s320/CIMG6645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423665676895545426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!</span></span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqkN40m0aYG3FaXLjIHe19DQwe9aAAcTY9HX6Vbm0rX95tSTydksiLJC_Q18_faFSTInUrGySvAyOqAFUBh7x2uP2qrsXyRXjanpgMGQa05HJgDNDB_Sawz3y2DPifu2i_M7DV_6jtQvH_/s1600-h/CIMG6646.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEASrkvC3O1xBJqFVFBEsMexbDb1-KFh0rb2MsV8zJ8hTE8dSFkIF4vLHEp5sQllE2MjzaNZg8uqsku-x7fwCMIFX-ltOk9hEG0Z0xkxr2jHI5ShyimnlP75sdGzNvQmwzlfCFD3hg5eAY/s320/CIMG6724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423668501792208498" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Christmas was insane! We walked around the residential area a little drunk! Then there was the police...we wished them Merry Christmas...and they're gone! :s</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div>Joaquin Syed Vishnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17092163775513740552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765695520164114171.post-9900224761923085762009-12-21T17:49:00.000-08:002009-12-23T01:37:41.840-08:00Why people hate me?In this country of mine, the country that I love there are varieties of ethnics. The so called One Malaysia plan is working, for real? Why now? So, we were not One Malaysians before? I love Malaysia so much! I do belong here...But most times, I feel like I'm a prisoner of the society! Lets come to the point. What is racial stereotype? It is a belief held by people commonly on race based on prior assumptions. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_0HDnGXpCnUKvt74SM3QOYiXaNsTzTxhRE_4NWNCEo0Ul5jW8nEc97SDkvDYXdeylfBJ3qQxh7OmWrZcN5E0B09J01Oa4E-1RXxHRw4v6uDdsrGjznQt76V_Y_dhALQnRmMpBO_2dig6-/s1600-h/9722_136456692876_599962876_2816487_3233738_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_0HDnGXpCnUKvt74SM3QOYiXaNsTzTxhRE_4NWNCEo0Ul5jW8nEc97SDkvDYXdeylfBJ3qQxh7OmWrZcN5E0B09J01Oa4E-1RXxHRw4v6uDdsrGjznQt76V_Y_dhALQnRmMpBO_2dig6-/s320/9722_136456692876_599962876_2816487_3233738_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417885858518006146" /></a><br /></div><div>The events in Malaysia are severe! I KNOW! Because I was/am a victim. It is hard to explain to people who do not understand what it means. Most people fake this because they do not want to get into trouble. Most people do not see it, because they are lacking of empathy. This is how the world is heading. Lacking of empathy and love! Our lives in this planet are too short, but the things to be done are too great. None of these works can be accomplished. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3IAcFzXIqe7F_FKV8hLkFCVWPLU0Lr5KBVm6CjH2Y3qG9ML7yxSB_s7Tve1zGI0BHJU3hUW0rZIk-F26kPdZfv9G5OJxsB6bb3z81RgiWoo8nVYwQ3cPET7rAZX9P18rXAMqq9gERHaJ/s1600-h/black_white_article.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3IAcFzXIqe7F_FKV8hLkFCVWPLU0Lr5KBVm6CjH2Y3qG9ML7yxSB_s7Tve1zGI0BHJU3hUW0rZIk-F26kPdZfv9G5OJxsB6bb3z81RgiWoo8nVYwQ3cPET7rAZX9P18rXAMqq9gERHaJ/s320/black_white_article.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417886276985274466" /></a><br />People hate me mainly because they 'categorize' me. The Indians hate me because I'm mixed race, I do not speak they language, dress differently, raised in a whole different environment, too open, too social etc. As I am gay, my preference of guys are Chinese. So, it's hard for me to get a Chinese boy as boyfriend because of the 'categorizing'. Even the gays would not want to be my friend because I'm openly gay, too open and too social. So, what do I do now???</div><div><br /></div><div>It's a strange world I live in. We cannot stop people from having racial stereotype, because it is a human nature to have such psychological behavior. I moved in to a new house in Westlake few days ago. The whole house is filled with Chinese boys. I am the only non-Chinese. I'm sharing a room with a Chinese boy named Mark Yeoh. The amount of weird stares I got was overwhelmingly insane! They look at me as if they had never seen people from other races before. God Damn!! Where am I living? Malaysia? </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuq-ioEaXqVNtrEGKNuvim_H74ki9P1Vmv80RV0xS86_cLT01sY1VB_1gjXJepwjvqTJShyGnH806RqC5mG27Eqz591PXbZRFE_d7lm-cBcD07TJYolUD4NE1G93KqXO_y86eCat2zEDhB/s1600-h/our-heritage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuq-ioEaXqVNtrEGKNuvim_H74ki9P1Vmv80RV0xS86_cLT01sY1VB_1gjXJepwjvqTJShyGnH806RqC5mG27Eqz591PXbZRFE_d7lm-cBcD07TJYolUD4NE1G93KqXO_y86eCat2zEDhB/s320/our-heritage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417886755531874882" /></a>The stereotypical attitudes towards Malays are; lazy, can't speak English, too naive, stupid and privileged. The Chinese; money minded, selfish, gangsters, and loan sharks. And the Indians; speak good English, drinks a lot, alcoholics, and gangsters. Who decides all these? How you judge or assume something like generally? Everyone has feelings, and needs approval and need to be listened. The values of life come first. People are more human than their ethnic background. People are fragile and vulnerable. Stereotypes lead to discriminative actions!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Didn't we learn anything from the <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Holocaust</span></span></b>? Wait a minute! What is the Holocaust? It was a traumatizing event occurred from 1933 to 1945 in Europe, where you become useless due to your ethnic background. It was an extreme measure of genocidal policy!! The government of Germany endorsed laws to isolate certain people due to their racial background. Started with simple racial jokes! BUT ended with ghettos, slave labor camps and death camps! The result was devastating! More than 16 million people died due to systematical killings. More than 6 million Jews. The others were the unessential people for the government. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXBBjK1gLm_WHBpiJkdAEES0AUGqufuxnvmz7duB3-jIAydddyFry_P43cLRk1X4BVFZRikJi_7rmoUiYZnqQpLwlD37gTBXaSAhwMcvf4al42LwQ3fxcnv0-OqWAJp9jlTvqKZn-BohrJ/s1600-h/Childwarsawghetto.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXBBjK1gLm_WHBpiJkdAEES0AUGqufuxnvmz7duB3-jIAydddyFry_P43cLRk1X4BVFZRikJi_7rmoUiYZnqQpLwlD37gTBXaSAhwMcvf4al42LwQ3fxcnv0-OqWAJp9jlTvqKZn-BohrJ/s320/Childwarsawghetto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417887673468186034" /></a><br />This poor child was just 3 years old, was found wandering around Warsaw Ghetto in Poland during the Holocaust. He lost his mom and dad, and other family members. He lost his shelter with no food. Crippled due to malnutrition! He died on the streets of the ghettos and was let to rot there. He never had people helping him because of his racial background. He was Jewish. How cruel could the world be? Another Holocaust in-making? <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Say NO to RACISM</span></span></i></b><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">! </span></span></i></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>But suppose God is black? What if we go to Heaven and we, all our lives, have treated the Negro as an inferior, and God is there, and we look up and He is not white? What then is our response? </b></span></i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> ~~ Robert F. Kennedy (1925-1968)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy4xpHe7hKOuUnxM0qolkJZ5h1POg3rrD546DJIHarUEOD3ogz0w5uYMAOB1DGz9dU4Oz_6kXhat9fOpnuE3A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></b></span></i></span></span></span></div>Joaquin Syed Vishnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17092163775513740552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765695520164114171.post-1510395741463701972009-12-14T06:12:00.000-08:002009-12-14T21:57:28.788-08:00Everyone Needs To Be Heard & Understood<span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><div><br /></div><div>The complexity of life makes it difficult for us to understand what life exactly means. We see all kind of people in our daily lives, and all types of people too. People with good attitudes and bad attitudes, people who are evil and people who are nice. But who decides that they are good or bad? We all have our own way of perceiving the world. I had to come through hard time with people around me because like everyone else I need approval too, from people. I know it's ain't easy, but the fact is people are nice everywhere, and on the other hand there people who are bad everywhere too.</div></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4MsFjmzVNiG-vOc6xz6W-YIDVsjLwy8gz3pS-xMJ4wEsKbxRiu8HPxC-7aO8mr7s6Ri8UabrXsVT2uIqXINHcfwAh8uTE8DVHfQNIKGQ0bKtGDgv8q1_z-GQAYnqth5g25gVxQ51Se2EN/s1600-h/Earth.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4MsFjmzVNiG-vOc6xz6W-YIDVsjLwy8gz3pS-xMJ4wEsKbxRiu8HPxC-7aO8mr7s6Ri8UabrXsVT2uIqXINHcfwAh8uTE8DVHfQNIKGQ0bKtGDgv8q1_z-GQAYnqth5g25gVxQ51Se2EN/s320/Earth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415102599773524450" /></a></span></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">Human lives in this small planet called </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">Earth</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"> is so complex, fragile and vulnerable. We do not know when shit happens! Life is devastatingly short! Just like what happened to my fellow brother </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Yew Ghim Chnieh</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"> when he died drowning at the Batu Berangkai Waterfall on November 1, 2009. I met him 2 days before he died and had some chats together for a moment. We all complain so much about how boring and miserable our lives are and we would want to put an end to our lives for small issues which we can't deal with but in fact I'm pretty sure 100% that Ghim Chnieh would have prayed to God for a second or two shortly after he was pulled into the water that he wanted to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Survive</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"> the tragedy... :(</span></span></span></span></i></b></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">We feel pain, happy, sad etc because we<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></span></span></span></b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">l</span></b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">ive</span></b></span></span></i><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"> </span></span></span></i></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">as ordinary human beings and experience such events just to learn how to cope up with life. We grow and grow as we get older. Knowledge is</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"> </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Power</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">. We can never say no to learning. We learn till the day we die. Life is just like salt, sour, bitter, and sweet. We can't take in bitter wholly, just like drinking coffee without sugar. It tastes gross! But when you add sugar in it, it's </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Heaven</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">... :)</span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">So, it is only when we are alive we</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"> </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Feel</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">. When we are dead, we are </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Dead</span></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">!</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"> Appreciate life more, love yourself more because when at the end of the day no matter what or who you lose, you have </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Yourself </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">with you. You need to trust yourself more than trusting others.</span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"> </span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19h1UsyyU6eMluqE3H5Gl83NyNacqv8gtXgAY9q6GuLyDxP_5OYQeqH_CtRMEWIzZzUTMCzPAXigulZUEb2_c9qCIgK_ClXSLgcgjHhOL2RqweQP9ulXBzqxQ4ZfMwN9GjlL18xg1Z07P/s1600-h/life.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19h1UsyyU6eMluqE3H5Gl83NyNacqv8gtXgAY9q6GuLyDxP_5OYQeqH_CtRMEWIzZzUTMCzPAXigulZUEb2_c9qCIgK_ClXSLgcgjHhOL2RqweQP9ulXBzqxQ4ZfMwN9GjlL18xg1Z07P/s320/life.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415103261574866610" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">'What kind of Peace do we seek? I'm talking about genuine Peace. The kind of Peace that makes life on earth worth living. The kind that enables men and nation to grow and to hope and to build a better lives for their children. Not merely Peace in our time, but Peace in all time. Our problems are man made, therefore they can be solved by men. For in the final analysis, our most basic common link. Here is that we all in habit in this small planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal'</span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">-- John F. Kennedy (June 10, 1963)</span></span></span></b></div>Joaquin Syed Vishnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17092163775513740552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765695520164114171.post-2828107352357395822009-12-13T08:23:00.000-08:002009-12-14T07:01:25.008-08:00Homos, Let's Celebrate!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMSGGK0c7a0RFabp_vc5jY8On1eDOobGXFxJOQ6QLgaGSz1jax_urMea9j0Kr5q1JQvMUvMiE8-No6trXpteJhtg4KC3bRQ-qbTTPMpf5OlnwQUVPDypRnsYX1Ciw326iQumu8KAjaC7Cy/s1600-h/low.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMSGGK0c7a0RFabp_vc5jY8On1eDOobGXFxJOQ6QLgaGSz1jax_urMea9j0Kr5q1JQvMUvMiE8-No6trXpteJhtg4KC3bRQ-qbTTPMpf5OlnwQUVPDypRnsYX1Ciw326iQumu8KAjaC7Cy/s320/low.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414763975486782834" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Evan Low, is the new rising gay politician in the United States. He is hot and sexy! How many politicians can you see right now in the world who has his features? Except Barack Obama. Haha! He is blazing!! Why he is blazing? </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">In 2006, at age 23, he made history when he became first Chinese American, openly gay, and youngest person ever elected to the city council in Campbell. A rising star with just a few years experience in the political arena, he holds the distinction of being California's youngest openly gay official.<br /><br />A fifth generation Californian, Low has strong roots in empowering his community through civic engagement and volunteerism, and places a strong focus on issues surrounding affordable housing, education, and domestic violence. He also currently works as a Senior District Representative for State Assemblymember Paul Fong, and was appointed by Gov. Howard Dean to the DNC Convention Rules Committee in 2008.<br /><br />On June 5, 2006, San Francisco Mayor Gavin Newsom honored Evan with a proclamation, naming the day "Evan Low Day" in the city and county of San Francisco for his leadership in the greater community -- months before he was even elected to public office. I think we can expect a bright future from this guy -- first Campbell, then the political beyond. One step at a time.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The city council of Campbell, California elected him mayor to succeed Jane Kennedy on December 1, 2009. His term is set to end in 2010.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Till then good luck to him! ;)</span></span></div></div>Joaquin Syed Vishnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17092163775513740552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765695520164114171.post-81163776783810040842009-12-13T07:38:00.000-08:002009-12-13T07:48:18.499-08:00Life Goes On<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhHXBk4LIduetPweq73UFRXo-AZ3QN3pPGuHCtgALVJkIriss0gjuyW23OgYFslV3vfNdkAdhDjDiAk4440R6dzyGI8oFsWE5VuarH_j3WLKrd8QKOkSbCb0ob-39KfPF3sBoBlyN0ibYm/s1600-h/gay2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhHXBk4LIduetPweq73UFRXo-AZ3QN3pPGuHCtgALVJkIriss0gjuyW23OgYFslV3vfNdkAdhDjDiAk4440R6dzyGI8oFsWE5VuarH_j3WLKrd8QKOkSbCb0ob-39KfPF3sBoBlyN0ibYm/s200/gay2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414748111034385186" /></a><br />Few months ago, I lost a great figure in my life. The love of my life. Though I had previous failed relationships, but this one was a little different. I thought he was THE ONE for me, but he wasn't. I made disastrous mistakes during our time together. I miss him dearly, but it's all over. Looking at the bright side, it made me a much wiser and stronger person now. Though I'm very monogamous, I don't really do well in relationship. Being gay is hard though, at times. The feeling of insecurity, constant worries, fear of rejection...shit will always be there. Getting over a one and half year relationship ain't easy, though I had a 3-year relationship with the previous boyfriend. I know that I'm dreadfully like other people...Time heals everything.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Joaquin Syed Vishnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17092163775513740552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765695520164114171.post-65505476769713840582009-12-13T03:33:00.000-08:002009-12-14T14:14:21.286-08:00My Fellow Americans!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So energetic, charming and inspiring! Mr. Kennedy proclaimed,</span><span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">'</span></span><span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span style="font-style: italic; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ask not what your country </span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b></b></span><span style="font-style: italic; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">can do for </span></b></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">you, ask what you can do </span></b></span><span style="font-style:italic;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">for your country!</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">'</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. He announced that people should not neglect their own duties for the country and not just asking or depending on the country to feed them what ever they want. Mr. Kennedy showed how people should work hard in making their lives better for their children and their children's. Had he lived, he would ended the war in Vietnam before even it started.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8174w5b4mMkS1aZBzgyKSXxPmpPe4KgQXDws9hqWjly419l1v4BsZgga-gUTEkjwVeoVQ8YQG6xbx34dhnwCeHzd27aERH0DZjHCFcjPCmVQQ5M83DN7POSFm2mByve2o2T2eti-etZUw/s1600-h/1961_Kennedy2.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8174w5b4mMkS1aZBzgyKSXxPmpPe4KgQXDws9hqWjly419l1v4BsZgga-gUTEkjwVeoVQ8YQG6xbx34dhnwCeHzd27aERH0DZjHCFcjPCmVQQ5M83DN7POSFm2mByve2o2T2eti-etZUw/s320/1961_Kennedy2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414726593058009602" /></a><br /></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But unfortunately, as strong as he appeared to be, all his dreams shattered on the fateful sunny afternoon in Dallas. Friday November 22, 1963 will be the date never be forgotten by millions of Americans. The roars of the crowd, the placards up, and the wavings came to an end at Elm Street. From ordinary people cheering for their President and First Lady passing by their streets; store keepers, store staffs, taxi drivers, school students, teachers, janitors etc...would all be the witnesses to one of the most brutal and unsolved crime ever taken place in history </span></div><div><br /></div></div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgloYN6svotXanFPZejkiULj2GGrJw2kIAfO5g4ajRfPBTfjwFQAE1f0-jD3KAGVOfTRCIcdQPoNNRJnIU6JEWvV-XTWizpEE9yMynspMtzId1a2OqPpHVDiDwsK8wPzOLLRHyF6-sjZ6R7/s1600-h/jfk-motorcade.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgloYN6svotXanFPZejkiULj2GGrJw2kIAfO5g4ajRfPBTfjwFQAE1f0-jD3KAGVOfTRCIcdQPoNNRJnIU6JEWvV-XTWizpEE9yMynspMtzId1a2OqPpHVDiDwsK8wPzOLLRHyF6-sjZ6R7/s320/jfk-motorcade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414727180347816418" /></a>Joaquin Syed Vishnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17092163775513740552noreply@blogger.com0