<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460</id><updated>2012-02-08T13:49:23.286+08:00</updated><category term='confident'/><category term='price'/><category term='solution'/><category term='taxi'/><category term='public'/><category term='lost'/><category term='transport'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='goodtimes'/><category term='random'/><category term='meaning'/><category term='acne'/><category term='jeffriese'/><category term='fade'/><category term='thatswhatfriendsarefor'/><category term='norefunds'/><category term='free handbags planet'/><category term='acnes'/><category term='treatment'/><category term='service'/><category term='help'/><category term='facial'/><category term='chewie'/><category term='culinary'/><category term='confuse'/><category term='fuel'/><category term='sunlight'/><category term='petro'/><category term='transport.'/><category term='newyorkskinsolutions'/><category term='satelite radiation'/><category term='increase'/><category term='orang asli'/><category term='indonesia'/><category term='blackmagic'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='love'/><category term='depressing'/><category term='phone calls'/><category term='red number'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='cabs'/><category term='hardtimes'/><title type='text'>~In$@n3 ch3wi3 d@ Qu33nz~</title><subtitle type='html'>QUOTE 
"Albert: Soul mates. It's extrememly rare but it exists. Sorta like twin souls tuning into each other. Apparently even in death." 
From -What Dreams May Come,(1998) Directed by Vincent Ward, screenplay by Ronald Bass. Based on the novel by Richard Matheson.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-4244782691798910976</id><published>2010-12-15T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:48:47.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure of my 2010</title><content type='html'>Sitting here up in my room, I'm thinking about how this year 2010 has been for me. There wasn't much to say because it was just too ordinary I guess. Flashing back, what have I done? What have I been through? What had happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 2010&lt;br /&gt;It was the 5th month I started my first fulltime job after graduation. Nothing much this month, except the Norweigian Salmon workshop. I pretty much just stood there and watch while the students get the hand's-on experience. Oh, not forgetting the family crisis on the first day of the year. I predicted a bad start and yup. Affirmative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 2010&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..February, February..Other than Chinese New Year break there wasn't really much going on. Just on the 14th February, a constant thought's of Zul. Because he was the reason I felt loved on the Valentine's Day a year before this. It was a simple text message, "Happy Valentines Day" after we had spent a few hours together watching the dark grey sky on the island. Other than that...nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar 2010&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting month of the YEAR! I went Roadtripping! Thailand..ahh yess Thailand. I went with Phyllis, Wendy and KK for about a little more than a week. It was an awesome and speedboat torturing experience! BUT BREATHE TAKING views of beautiful islands and beaches. Of course not forgetting a nice tan! Gawd! Gotta miss that TAN! I wished Zul would have joined me, but he couldn't because of his travelling restrictions. On that island we could have beer bottles in our hands and just walked around like it was our home! People were so laid back and friendly. Gonna have to go back again! Sometime soon I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apr 2010&lt;br /&gt;For work, it was just meetings after meetings and stresses OVER stresses. It was all hardwork. But then again, the highlight of this month of the year would be..the EVER SO GREAT KELLY CLARKSON's CONCERT!! Cheaaaaaaayaaaaaaaa! I went with my Sister of course..diehard fans of KC. We had a reaaaaaaaaaaally good time singing along and screaming our lungs out till we lose our voice. It was memorable..TOO memorable. It only lasted for 2 hours. But it was worth it! We were in the ROCK ZONE BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2010&lt;br /&gt;Labour day first day of the month, PUBLIC Holis for sure! Then another exciting event that happened this month was...an AFC event whom had brought the ever so beautiful Laura Calder to the university for a 3 nights dinner!! It was a really taxing event, so much to do and too many dramas that actually went on too. But being able to snap a picture with her at the end of the programme it was..SO WORTH IT. Then, I also got invited to attend one of Zul's student's dinner event up in Genting. It was a great night too, and the food was good. And I think the students did manage to pull it off with cool bidding system to SELL their beverages. Great job guys. Then, we, KahWing, Elaine, and Zhen Hui also spent a night up in Genting after the dinner. That was one of the best time I have had being able to spend sometime with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 2010&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...neh..nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2010&lt;br /&gt;OH! I cannot forget this trip. It involves buffalos and car crash. I got invited to attend Vivien's wedding in Penang. So me and Zul decided to travel by night to Penang after work. As I was driving, 110KM/hr on the highway after a pitstop. For some reasons, I saw something awkward on the road. Then I flashed my HEADLIGHTS. BAM! 3 Buffalos were crossing the road and I had to drift immediately to avoid it BUT I failed to avoid the crash from the car below. I was terrified, so was Zul. It was horrible that I couldn't even THINK straight. But thanks to Zul to have been by my side and had some how "entertained" those other people involved. Don't really wished to go into so much details about this. But there goes the ride and the drive. Knowing my parents would not be so happy about this, I didn't call them until the sun's up which was the next day. AS long as we were BOTH not hurt. It won't be a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 2010&lt;br /&gt;Not interested to highlight anything about work. But I did go for a mini roadtrip with some friends. Leetien, her sister, and Zhen hui to Malacca. I've invited Zul to come too but, due to some restrains he couldn't make it. I wished he did though. All about this trip was..FOOD FOOD and FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 2010&lt;br /&gt;This month, is considered an up hill and down hill of my love story. It was Hari Raya break, he went back to hometown. Oh man...I missed him. I missed him so much. Yet there he went and gave me this cold shot. However, during the times he was in hometown, we caught up. Text messages, and phone calls. I love them. It was the first time, after a long time, he actually said "I love you" over the phone. I love this man with all my might and mind and soul. "I love you" was the 3 words I've been longing to hear from him. He said it, he said it finally. I was thinking, it was all worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 2010&lt;br /&gt;YAY! My birthday month! My birthday party wasn't really that amusing because some fight scene got into action. Let's no need to go there. It was dissappointing because I did not get to spend it with Zul. I had to make a phone call to him and invited him again to come out yet I got rejected. But he pulled it off with "Happy Birthday" and "I love you" how amazing was that? After that, we didn't really spend time like how we used to. We didn't texted or talked on the phone as often as we used to. It was a heartbroken month for me after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 2010&lt;br /&gt;The heartaches from the previous month, lingers. I was losing focus. My love life shatters like broken pieces of mirrors. I gave up (literally). It was the most down times of my life. I realized, a friend in need, is never a case of a friend in deed. The friends that I thought I had, the friends that I thought I could turn to like how they turned to me when they needed some company. I was wrong. Friends, can be selfish most of the time. Sometimes they are not willing to give up that couple hours just because you have gave yours to them. It was never the case. Never. Never. And November, work was disasterous. Zul was the only one I could turn to, to talk about work problems. But, he is not there anymore. I figured, crying was the only thing I could do. November 2010 were my "trail of tears"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 2010&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say just YET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-4244782691798910976?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/4244782691798910976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=4244782691798910976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/4244782691798910976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/4244782691798910976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2010/12/closure-of-my-2010.html' title='Closure of my 2010'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-5572898615035389955</id><published>2010-12-06T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:38:32.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thoughts Inside Me.</title><content type='html'>If you can't take the pain, Don't make the fall.&lt;br /&gt;If you won't be there, Don't make promises at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went out with 2, then ditched 1. So you won't cheat the other.&lt;br /&gt;It's so not FAIR, you'd rather hurt me and kept her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never Hated someone so badly as I am Hating you now. Thank you for the fucking Memory.&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of you, is killing me. Cheated. Hurt. Played a fool. My heart hurts like needles pierced by You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to Haunt you when you kiss her on her lips.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to Haunt you when you hold her hands on the street.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to Haunt you when you share your meal and drinks with her.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to Haunt you when you Tell her "I love you".&lt;br /&gt;I hope to Haunt you when you and her are on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to Haunt you when you are in bed with her. You see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;How could you captured my heart and tortured me.&lt;br /&gt;How could you gave me plans, when you don't plan to walk with me.&lt;br /&gt;How could you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know not there are feelings?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know not what it is like to be hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know not I love you dearly?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know not what you did hurts?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know not that it kills me inside knowing you cheated?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know not..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-5572898615035389955?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/5572898615035389955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=5572898615035389955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/5572898615035389955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/5572898615035389955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2010/12/thoughts-inside-me.html' title='The Thoughts Inside Me.'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-6093641369205173961</id><published>2010-11-27T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T02:40:25.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I, then realized.</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here trying to write a sad account,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here trying to refresh my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here trying to find my faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, then realized, the fool I was,&lt;br /&gt;I, then realized, the fool I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here thinking of the things you did,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here thinking about you and me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here wondering if we are ever meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, then realized, there were nothing you ever did for me,&lt;br /&gt;I, then realized, an "Item" we never IS,&lt;br /&gt;I, then realized, the one you wanted, wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here NOW wondering whom it may be,&lt;br /&gt;All these wonders are painstaking,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here NOW thinking, who is she,&lt;br /&gt;All these thinking are killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever it maybe,&lt;br /&gt;Just know I wished it was me,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I hope that you,&lt;br /&gt;Are Happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-6093641369205173961?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/6093641369205173961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=6093641369205173961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/6093641369205173961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/6093641369205173961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-then-realized.html' title='I, then realized.'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-4622203227290459232</id><published>2010-11-27T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T02:18:58.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You came along.</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile, then you came along,&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile, I thought the feelings were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came along and showed me the way,&lt;br /&gt;And walk the journey to Love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me you said, you fell that night,&lt;br /&gt;With me you said, I was all in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came along and you showed me the way,&lt;br /&gt;To walk the journey to my Heart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile, since the last we talk,&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile, since the last we walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me you said, "I am not pushing you away",&lt;br /&gt;With me you said, I am just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came along, and left me alone.&lt;br /&gt;You came along, and now you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings were never told,&lt;br /&gt;The closure were unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came along, and left me alone.&lt;br /&gt;You came along, and now you're gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-4622203227290459232?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/4622203227290459232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=4622203227290459232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/4622203227290459232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/4622203227290459232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-came-along.html' title='You came along.'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-9077816207935767588</id><published>2010-11-22T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:53:12.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinary'/><title type='text'>What would it possibly take to WRITE again?</title><content type='html'>This time, I write FICTION. Perhaps a life style? Perhaps ... hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the idea in my head, but I am not sure IF I am able to make it work. It kind of sucks when knowing the things I would LIKE to write about would have to involve people that I want to involved them in but yet not sure IF they want to be INVOVLED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complication of speech up there ain't it? Yea...I feel the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, wouldn't hurt trying or die regreting..RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I shall start with my points of questionings. IN hoping that I would make it more real...EVERY ONE loves reality point of views..I know I do...sometimes asking heartache questions may help in finding TRUE answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try to write more localized, in Culinary terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-9077816207935767588?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/9077816207935767588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=9077816207935767588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/9077816207935767588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/9077816207935767588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-would-it-possibly-take-to-write.html' title='What would it possibly take to WRITE again?'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-597798664248325703</id><published>2008-10-08T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:01:14.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free handbags planet'/><title type='text'>FREE HANDBAGS!</title><content type='html'>Hola fellow mates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to get a FREE handbag?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT miss this chance of getting one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the link below and it will bring you there step by step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.handbagplanet.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-597798664248325703?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/597798664248325703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=597798664248325703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/597798664248325703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/597798664248325703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-handbags.html' title='FREE HANDBAGS!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-4392490974259858308</id><published>2008-08-25T09:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:56:44.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunlight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transport.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabs'/><title type='text'>SUNLIGHT cab.</title><content type='html'>Ok, So..P disappointed me so far. I called S. S said ok will call me back. I waited, for 30mins. I called them back. S said ok holdon let me check. I was practically on hold for 3mins. Then S picked it up again and said "I will call you back now busy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without saying ANYTHING I just hang up my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is awfully TERRIBLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-4392490974259858308?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/4392490974259858308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=4392490974259858308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/4392490974259858308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/4392490974259858308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunlight-cab.html' title='SUNLIGHT cab.'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-186708589981304972</id><published>2008-08-25T09:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:33:34.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabs'/><title type='text'>PUBLIC cab.</title><content type='html'>Today, happens to be the first day of school starts. The car for no reasons has broken down way early in the morning. So, I had to call cabs. I called this P cab services and I called the S cab services. S called back and said no cab. That is fine by me. I called P again. Then P called back a while later saying "ok cab will be here in 10mins can you wait?" of course after ALL trying to get a ride to college I said "yes, I will wait" So before the 10mins I went downstairs to wait for the taxi. Waiting..and waiting..10 mins has passed. Now is 30mins after the call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for sure called back P. P said "Ok let me check" I was on hold for that long suffering 4 mins. With that stupid idiotic on hold tunes. I can even memorize them by now, in my mind and my heart. P picks it up again saying "I'm sorry miss there is no cab" Total I have waited up to 40mins by now, my heart was on FIRE. I told her "What? Just now a girl called me and said the cab will come in 10mins" P went "oh..is it? ok let me check" guess what? Yup another stupid idiotic on hold tune moment. For about 2 or 3 mins, P picks it up again. Saying "Oh I am sorry miss the taxi driver left, I called him and he doesn't want to go back" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FIRE got bigger. It was up to my brain! I told her I have been waiting for the cab, I came down before that pathetic 10mins and now YOU are telling me the cab left? DAMN YOU FUCKERS ARE TERRIBLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been calling since 730 in the morning, and now is 926am. Whatelse can I do right? SO I came back up to my house, got online find another cab number. I have never had any good experiences with P. This time just got worst. I am wondering, if all those fucking cab drivers would just work a little bit harder than jsut waiting at the bus stop overloaded with CABS why don't they just pick that damn service call? Are they just too rich to pick up any service calls? Then don't be taking other peoples working opportunities..those who really want to earn money without being bothered with service calls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID CAB DRIVERS. MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND. WORK OR NOT TO WORK. STOP LOITERING AT THE OVERLOADED BUS STOP AND TAKING UP THE BUS STOPPING SPOT. DO SOMETHING WORTHWHILE RATHER THAN SITTING AROUND TALKING TRASH AND SMOKING SHIT. IF YOU ARE DAMN LAZY JUST KEEP YOUR DIRTY LAZY FAT ASS AT HOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-186708589981304972?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/186708589981304972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=186708589981304972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/186708589981304972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/186708589981304972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2008/08/public-cab.html' title='PUBLIC cab.'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-4542437642315306745</id><published>2008-08-08T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:56:07.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodtimes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thatswhatfriendsarefor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardtimes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>That's what friends are for..</title><content type='html'>When I look at her pictures...my tears starts to sail in my eyes..and it rolled down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those happy smiles I saw when she sang to me when I was down for the first time in Hawaii, those happy smiles when we got silly together playing guitar with Mahera's brother, those happy smiles when she see's JAMBA JUICE, those happy smiles when we were on the bus with Mahera making her hair on our adventorous way to WalMart ended up in HaleIwa eating L&amp;L...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those smiles I see in her pictures..are as happy as those days..but nothing compares. She is married...the one that is as childish as I am, the one that hides under the shades when me and Mahera happily exposing ourselves under the sun. The one that reads and writes her journal while we indulging ourselves with that dark tanning lotion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has always been the smartest among us...the one that pushes herself to the limit in her studies, and a good and perfect example of a good Mormon..lol..I love her for that...nothing..I mean nothing can move her away from the line of RIGHTEOUSNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She now belongs to a MAN named DENNIS SIOW. Someone I met not long before I left to BYU-H. He respects me as a sister...I respected him as a brother. I remember when he first told me that he was dating her, I doubted him. *something personal* &lt;---being honest here..but no offense Dennis..lol still love you! He knows what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that, I found out that they were engaged...I was enraged..WHY? because I found it through Facebook. But, Joanah made it up to me by showing me first..her wedding gown. =) I am evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to her today, addressing her Sis. Siow. We had the longest talk ever since I left Hawaii on Yahoo. She told me so much about me that she and Mahera had talked about. Something that I had no idea I am worth of, something that I do not know how much I meant to them. I am sitting here now, thinking about our good times, and bad times...my nose are blocked, hardly breathe, I feel tears in my eyes, visions are blurry...I love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without them, I would not have felt so much joy during my down times. Without them, I would not have felt so much love. Without them, I would not have known the beauty of friendship. Without them, my hard times would not be easy. Without them, I would not have the greatest birthday away from home. Without them, I would not have had the greatest almost burnt brownie cake for my birthday. Without them, I would not have the greatest song sang to me on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd feel this way&lt;br /&gt;And as far as I'm concerned&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I got the chance to say&lt;br /&gt;That I do believe I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I should ever go away&lt;br /&gt;Well, then close your eyes and try to feel&lt;br /&gt;The way we do today&lt;br /&gt;And then if you can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smilin', keep shinin'&lt;br /&gt;Knowin' you can always count on me, for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;For good times and bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you came and opened me&lt;br /&gt;And now there's so much more I see&lt;br /&gt;And so by the way I thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, and then for the times when we're apart&lt;br /&gt;Well, then close your eyes and know&lt;br /&gt;These words are comin' from my heart&lt;br /&gt;And then if you can remember, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling, keep shining&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you can always count on me, for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;In good times, in bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa... oh... oh... keep smilin', keep shinin'&lt;br /&gt;Knowin' you can always count on me, for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;For good times and bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smilin', keep shinin'&lt;br /&gt;Knowin' you can always count on me, oh, for sure&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I tell you that's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;For good times and for bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for (That's what friends are for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On me, for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;Keep smilin', keep shinin' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember our song girls? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the greatest song, I ever ever sang with you both. I am trying, but I can't help it. My tears are flowing...You made me feel that I can count on you..anytime of the day...any day of the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I want to share with you, a card from Mahera that she slipped it in my bag..and I didn't know it until I got on the plane..and read it quietly..in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Jan-20-2007, Hawaii, Laie, BYUH at 10:00pm"&lt;br /&gt;"ROOMIIEE..."&lt;br /&gt;"Well! what can I say...I don't know where to start, there is so much to say!! (U know me)...But, I want you to know, that you've been my best roomate EVER...My best confident EVER...My listener when I needed, my 'FUN' partner...and I can go on &amp; on...Thanks so much for the laughs we shared, the tears, the fun, the fears we had, the trips we had in town and around the island...Ah! only good souvenirs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it meant to be the way it is...we met &amp; now each one of us have to go in our own way. But, that was an awesome time being with you. It has been a pleasure to meet you &amp; hope u had a good time with me too...I know that I can be annoying but what can I do!! I guess, it's just me...Now, those our own SOUVENIRS..I really hope that we will have the change to meet again just like in 'Aloha Oe' which is why I am not saying good bye to you. Because we shall meet again...have a good trip home, take care of yourself. Find what you really want in life...Find your way &amp; be happy, achieve your dreams. Right now, do your best in all you do. I miss you already..your friend, Mahera =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: No need to have tears because we shall see each other again...ok love your friend from Tahiti...So keep smiling for me =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The cover of the card: we may not have been born sisters but we're sisters in every way that counts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside of the card: and today and always, I want you to know how much your friendship means to me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that I told Joanah today, "maybe me and mahera were not meant to BE there...but the 3 of us, were meant to MEET each other there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being the must treasurable pearl I can never replace it with any diamonds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-4542437642315306745?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/4542437642315306745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=4542437642315306745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/4542437642315306745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/4542437642315306745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2008/08/thats-what-friends-are-for.html' title='That&apos;s what friends are for..'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-3630420358695072369</id><published>2008-06-21T11:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T11:24:06.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>So..when the Sun is up</title><content type='html'>Um..so it is Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as random as the title..I am just bored wanting to vent some unrealistic thoughts. Went to this place called '100plus' for breakfast with fam. God! I have to say they have the LOUSIEST and TERRIBLE service. NO Offense but, damn can't they just smile with all the hard work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to this counter to order my breakfast, stood there not sure who I should talk to this fella came up and asked what I wanted. I told her I want this and that, she just turned around grab the bowl and fill it up with the noodles and not saying anything YET with that bitchy look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I was thinking. 'Did she get my order?' well fuck that, I told you what I want and if the food is not here by the time the rest of the dudes finishes I ain't gona pay nor eat. I mean come on guys, we are your customers, just because you got good food, doesn't mean that we deserves your lousy service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally is very particular in receiving services. If I do not get it right, I will critic. SO deal with it OR get better! Don't say that I didn't warn you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I had this very weird thought's yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole day, just for some unknown reasons I was thinking about somebody for like the a period of time. Sigh, only GOD knows the reason right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I was thinking what if nothing as bad as what had happened before, if the letter did not get me in trouble, if she wasn't there to mess things up, if he were to tell me the truth of all things, if he were true to me..what would it be like today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the weddings bells would have rang long time ago, maybe we'd be happy by now, or maybe all can be unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the question shoot right back in my face, 'WHY was I thinking about him? if I am so over him?' blah..human being can be so stupid sometimes, we get lost easily and no sense of direction. Maybe I had the direction and somehow it was blocked that I had to re-route...then I lost myself somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hating this feeling when all the memories is coming back to me...because it just doesn't make sense. Sigh..should I keep finding my way out or should I just let it go and it fades away itself..Will it fade away? Because once upon a Fall..I thought it went away..BUT THEN it is back now and .. arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-3630420358695072369?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/3630420358695072369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=3630420358695072369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/3630420358695072369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/3630420358695072369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2008/06/sowhen-sun-is-up.html' title='So..when the Sun is up'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-6182861512468933818</id><published>2008-06-04T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:04:36.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='increase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='petro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price'/><title type='text'>I despise PETROL INCREMENT!! argh!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday June 4, 2008 MYT 5:59:01 PM&lt;br /&gt;Petrol to cost RM2.70 from midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUALA LUMPUR: Prime Minister Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi on Wednesday announced the new price for petrol is RM2.70 a litre, effective midnight tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He announced that the price of petrol would be increased by 78sen and diesel by RM1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 40% increase in petrol price is part of the new fuel subsidy plan the Prime Minister announced at 5pm Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price of diesel goes up to RM2.58 from RM1.58.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-6182861512468933818?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/6182861512468933818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=6182861512468933818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/6182861512468933818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/6182861512468933818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-despise-petrol-increment-argh.html' title='I despise PETROL INCREMENT!! argh!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-1928012928554500732</id><published>2008-05-16T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:25:09.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackmagic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red number'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satelite radiation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone calls'/><title type='text'>Need your attention.</title><content type='html'>&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Salam,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Kepada semua kawan-kawan yang dikasihi . Jika anda mendapat panggilan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; telefon yang bernombor panjang Contoh : +62852731520946 dan nombor itu&lt;br /&gt;&gt; berwarna merah, diharap sangat-sangat jangan diangkat dan dijawab&lt;br /&gt;&gt; panggilan itu. Ini kerana di Indonesia sekarang , sekumpulan penuntut&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ilmu hitam sedang menguji ilmu mereka melalui telefon. Jika sesiapa&lt;br /&gt;&gt; yang menjawab panggilan itu, mulut akan berbuih dan akan mati selepas&lt;br /&gt;&gt; itu. Di Indonesia sudah 9 orang mati&lt;br /&gt;dan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; malam tadi di Puchong 2 orang mati. Ini benar-benar terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Tolong Sebarkan.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: to all my beloved friends if u have received a phone call from a long number for example +62852731520946 and the numbers is in red colour. PLEASE DO NOT pick up the phone call. this is because in Indonesia there is a group of students testing their black magic thru phone calls. If anyone who answer the call, that person will have a seizure and die. There are 9 person who had died in Indonesia and 2 from Puchong Malaysia yesterday. This is really happening. please help spread the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I was very worried about this as my friend came back from her hometown in Perak, Malaysia telling me that her cousin got the same call and collapsed and still unconscious in the hospital. After I read the above forward email from my friend, my worries got heavier and quickly tell my grandparents, aunts, siblings and parents about this. Then, I sms my uncle who is in Indonesia now if this is true. He replied me that yes it is true. It was in their news and they are advise to turn off their phone after 11pm. But then again IT WASN"T BLACK MAGIC. It was a SATELITE RADIATION via phone calls and it can lead to death..Then a friend of my brother told him that his mom got the same call, she was okay but the phone was caught on fire. I think it could be some sort of SATELITE RADIATION that have caused it and it can cause internal damage to a person who listened to it. So please...DO NOT PICK UP PHONE CALLS AS MENTIONED ABOVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we are not sure how true is this, but there is no harm protecting ourselves and the ones we love. Please spread this around...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-1928012928554500732?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/1928012928554500732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=1928012928554500732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/1928012928554500732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/1928012928554500732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2008/05/need-your-attention.html' title='Need your attention.'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-420518444591517691</id><published>2008-04-27T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:48:34.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newyorkskinsolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='norefunds'/><title type='text'>Ok..so</title><content type='html'>I went for the Trial Treatment..It was good. I had a FREE TREATMENT..haha&lt;br /&gt;SO..I went in spend almost an hour and a half for all the stuff that was used on my face. It was initially free, right? Yup and I was persuaded to add in a Soothing booster to soften my skin learning that my skin is too dehydrated, sensitive and week (cost me RM180). It kind of scares me seeing my skin condition in a MAGNIFIER. SCARY.. Starts with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cleanser (Double cleanser = Foam and Soap)&lt;br /&gt;2) Soothing booster&lt;br /&gt;3) Hot mask&lt;br /&gt;4) Cold mask&lt;br /&gt;5) Moisturizer&lt;br /&gt;6) Eye treatment&lt;br /&gt;7) Uplifter treatment&lt;br /&gt;8) Something with the water sprinkler..whatever it is called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after that, they scanned my skin again. Comparing to before..it did get better. And so I thought the whole thing was over. But the Supervisor, Ms.Karen sort of trying to do business with me. She analyzing my skin and gives me the approximately facial treatments that I need in order for me to recover my youthful skin and beautify it. Sounds caring right? UNTIL the part where she was trying to make a budget for me to somehow complete my treatment. So, I told her I am a student, no income but just expenses. Unrationally she was forcing me to buy it. Offering me a 4000RM for 10 treatment deal with free Soothing booster and Eye treatment. I do not think she understands any part of my means. I AM A STUDENT LIVING ON EXPENSES. Eventually I had to convinced her by saying I am paying your RM200 as deposit, I will discuss with my sponsor about it and get back to her as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had promised me that there will be no forfeit of my money if I do not return. So few days ago, I called her up saying I am not interested in her product and asked for a refund. To my surprise..she was telling me that there will be NO REFUNDS!! that was actually very predictable. I told her that she did not mentioned that there will be no cash refunds but just it won't be forfeited. She went "Oh no I did tell you that there will be no refunds" I said, "How can you do that? You only tell me that you won't forfeit it you never said anything about NO CASH REFUNDS?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty angry. Then she said I can go back anytime I want to exchange it with any product. I was like forget it. Then she was being "nice" and said "Oh Why?? you are not just going to waste your money like that? come do something and use it" I was like, "I am not interested in your product, why would I exchange it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I was angry about that so I can't wait to just hang up. Now that I have RM200 stuck up in New York Skin Solutions, who will be willing to use it and pay me the RM200 for a treatment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah...right now, I just don't have anymore interest in Facial promotions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-420518444591517691?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/420518444591517691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=420518444591517691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/420518444591517691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/420518444591517691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2008/04/okso.html' title='Ok..so'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-4364063993584730585</id><published>2008-04-25T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:29:13.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acnes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newyorkskinsolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treatment'/><title type='text'>New York Skin Solutions</title><content type='html'>Since, I was talking about the skin issue I had..or that I am having. My cousin she recommended me something for my benefit. Ever heard of New York Skin Solutions? Well, I have seen the name around somewhere before. She recommended me to give it a try. So, I was browsing through their website, some testimonials said it works for them.&lt;br /&gt;Now that they are having this Trial Promotion which comes in 3 elements,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) One on One consultation&lt;br /&gt;2) Computerized Skin Analysis and&lt;br /&gt;3) 1 customized facial treatment.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I signed up for the Trial promotion, cause I was thinking it does no harm right? I have had so many treatments before from the clinics and hospitals. SO, one known product treatment ain't going to hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, I submitted the form for an appointment at the nearest outlet, (IOI Mall) at 11am till 2pm. Eunice (I hope that was her name...haha the phone was not that clear) said it needs at least 3 hours for the consultation period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see how it goes. In my heart right now, I really wish and hope that it will work this time. Like I said before, I am sick and tired of paying the money for antibiotics, pills that everytime I take it, it makes me just want to puke. I even dreamt that I had this capsule stuck in my throat and it wouldn't go down and it gives me a stingy taste in my mouth that makes me want to just puke. That is the circumstances of how sick I am with pills. If I had to take them for a period of time short enough to clear my face, honestly, I would. BUT noooo.. it is taking too long..I don't think that I can actually cope with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It this New York Skin Solutions is working this time, and I mean, really really working. I would not mind not eating lunch for one whole month just to save the money to fix this problem. I know I have said before that this problem does not bother me. But think about, if the "problem solver" is worth the shot, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are reading and are having the same issue I am having, you might want to stay tune...for the outcome. =) I think this would be the greatest thing to share with the world something good and worth paying attention to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-4364063993584730585?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/4364063993584730585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=4364063993584730585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/4364063993584730585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/4364063993584730585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-york-skin-solutions.html' title='New York Skin Solutions'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-346316408599745880</id><published>2008-04-23T01:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:26:22.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>Upbeating conversation.</title><content type='html'>So...I had this conversation with my cousin the other day. Actually, I kind of started the conversation myself. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my buddy is getting married May and August (Gosh..do I have to remind myself?) Well, I was frustrated and annoyed by all the news at the same time Happy for the to-be -couples. Seriously I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked her if she ever feels lonely at times? She said yea and she went on telling how she would fantasize sexually with the guy that she had a crush on. I was like...um wow..interesting. I mean it is only human nature right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that awkward and unexpected conversation. She asked me something totally out of my expectation and yet expected. She was asking me if the guys are not attracted to me is it due to my facial condition? *to peeps that know me, you know what I am talking about* Yea the pimples and acnes scars on my face. I honestly do NOT have the money to go do anything extra to make it look a whole lot better for now but a wee-bit. Creams, facial wash, antibiotics (which makes me sick everytime I try to swallow them) this is ALL that I can do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um..well I know you are waiting on my answer to that question. I told her...without hesitation, I said "Yes" ... BECAUSE now don't squint your eyes reading that because there IS a BECAUSE.. Guys that I know of, did not actually bother to look at me deeper BUT just run through my appearance. They think that it is a waste of time I guess. Some they even talk about how good that particular girl look like RIGHT in my face. Let's just put it this way, I am...and I mean it. I am USED to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I will die alone. BUT..yes BUT..no one deserves to die alone right? So much so it is true but..yes BUT again. It is a lil'bit difficult for me to find someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish Chris was just here to make my dream come true. Infact he was the one that convinced me, not all guys look for appearance in prior. And when I asked him what is UGLY to him in a women. Surprisingly he said, ATTITUDE. *phew* I inhaled and exhaled with relieve. At least there is ONE person in this world that thinks I am pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only a man later in future *but hurry..hahaha* will see me deeper that just my look. I may not be the smartest woman in school, I may not be the prettiest, but I am trying to be who I am suppose to be and an acceptable me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still think that, no matter how ugly a woman thinks she is. Nick once told me, you have to believe in yourself that you can be what YOU want to be, you got to be confident. I do believe that. Although it is hard for me to think or believe that I am the prettiest woman on the planet, but I am confident enough to believe that I am beautiful and attractive..not by looks but by my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing about this to be depressing about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-346316408599745880?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/346316408599745880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=346316408599745880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/346316408599745880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/346316408599745880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2008/04/upbeating-conversation.html' title='Upbeating conversation.'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-3046836204211810000</id><published>2008-04-23T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:20:11.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chewie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning'/><title type='text'>Another one..HAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Chewie Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very charming... dangerously so. You have the potential to break a lot of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how what you want, how to get it, and that you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the power to rule the world. Let's hope you're a benevolent dictator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-3046836204211810000?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/3046836204211810000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=3046836204211810000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/3046836204211810000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/3046836204211810000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-onehaha.html' title='Another one..HAHA'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-8554984295143908411</id><published>2008-04-23T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:22:07.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeffriese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning'/><title type='text'>Um..interesting...</title><content type='html'>So...this is what I am..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Jeffriese Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loving, compassionate, and ruled by your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are able to be a foundation for other people... but you still know how to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your emotions weigh you down, but you generally feel free from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-8554984295143908411?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/8554984295143908411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=8554984295143908411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/8554984295143908411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/8554984295143908411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2008/04/uminteresting.html' title='Um..interesting...'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-8888840702995071358</id><published>2008-04-20T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:59:00.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding bells..wedding bells..</title><content type='html'>Ok now, what is UP with these people?&lt;br /&gt;What is seriously up with the wedding bells?&lt;br /&gt;Did it spoil again? keep ringing by itself?&lt;br /&gt;GOSH! Stop it already...&lt;br /&gt;Am I just being so damn stupid or is this too good to be true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was James..who is going to be in MAY&lt;br /&gt;Now Joanah my best girlfriend in AUG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blekk..so tell me? What is UP with them? Ringing the bell at the time where I cannot make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so not fair! NOT FAIR..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of my life, I thought of him. Which is just so ridiculusly REEDEECUELESS! Maybe I am just a wee-a-bit overwhelmed with the wedding bells that I am having flashbacks about him. GOSH this is so not right. He had hurt me DEEP enough for me not to think about him. He had hurt me DEEP enough for me to kill him **literally**. He had hurt me DEEP enough to...um anything and everything for me to NOT TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder what would it be like if things didn't turn out to be what it is today. Will I have a better life? Would he changed? Would we be happy living out there wherever we wanted to be? **Sighs** then again, things in life is just very much unpredictable. Some people say, live and let live. Whatever that means to them, it definitely means, carry on and let go. I have carried on and I have let go **which I assumed to have**..Ok..now what the heck am I babbling about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I have no idea..Maybe I am just trying to say something that I am not sure off. So...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-8888840702995071358?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/8888840702995071358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=8888840702995071358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/8888840702995071358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/8888840702995071358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2008/04/wedding-bellswedding-bells.html' title='wedding bells..wedding bells..'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-4136622852898685906</id><published>2008-04-19T17:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T17:18:45.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orang asli'/><title type='text'>And so it's here</title><content type='html'>2 weeks has passed by. Nothing much has been interesting for me except the fact that I went for a week vacation at Diba's hometown. She is a very special friend of mine, whom is an "Orang Asli" means, a Native Malaysian. Her people came to Malaysia which was then called Malaya long before anyone else resides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her village is basically in the jungle with homes made from bamboos. A very unique way of life. The one that still haunts me is their bathrooms, it used to be far away from their houses..but now it is built behind their homes. Bamboo houses are just so fun to live in but I doubt the bathrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we (me and Zameel) didn't stayed at the bamboo houses, because Diba's family has moved out to  what we called a small town. Which means they are living in a HOUSE, a CONCRETE HOUSE with a familiar bathroom, kitchen, living room and bedrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...we have also tried some of their cuisines. It is not much but tapioca's, her Cousin Chef taught us the way they used to eat tapioca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Soak tapioca in water until soggy&lt;br /&gt;2) Peel the skins off or leave it as it is&lt;br /&gt;3) Pound it until it is crushed roughly smoothen&lt;br /&gt;4) Flatten it like you would to pancake size&lt;br /&gt;5) Place it onto a pan with medium heat&lt;br /&gt;6) You can add in anything at all that you want to eat with it&lt;br /&gt;   example: salt &amp; pepper, Roti canai gravy, Bolognaise sauce&lt;br /&gt;7) I LOVE IT! but just maybe not for Zameel, he did not like the taste but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this should be brought out to the city...because it is just some really traditional and special dish. It is one of they meal that the Orang Asli had to survive. It should be made known to the now trendy people who have money to spend on a French cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That whole week, we went to visit some villages, mountains, water falls, went to Tapah, Teluk Intan, Cameron Highlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been real fun, but I am not going to lie. The time passed at her home was rather boring because there basically have nothing much to do. A few days over there, when we were out, we were walking in the rain. Diba and Zameel kinda had enough but as for me, hey I DON'T MIND! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am home, been home for a week now. GAWD lucky for INTERNET or I would be bored to death by now. I just can't wait for school to start again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-4136622852898685906?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/4136622852898685906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=4136622852898685906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/4136622852898685906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/4136622852898685906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-so-its-here.html' title='And so it&apos;s here'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-2433329361747633572</id><published>2008-03-29T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T01:59:59.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wow..it has been a while since I have blogged.&lt;br /&gt;I am now home, doing my thing.&lt;br /&gt;Reading through my old blogs kind of brought me some memories of good and of bad.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, who never had memories right?&lt;br /&gt;I am basically just glad that things that weren't too good was over&lt;br /&gt;and now is a new lifer for me.&lt;br /&gt;Who will be reading this anyways?&lt;br /&gt;lol life is good for now.&lt;br /&gt;So that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-2433329361747633572?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/2433329361747633572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=2433329361747633572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/2433329361747633572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/2433329361747633572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-116227958265077682</id><published>2006-10-31T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T15:26:22.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You tell me..I don't really know. Indulging myself with school work, social and church's welfare. Is that not enough? I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt like I am lost some how. I thought I was able to focus, but maybe it was a lie for myself? What is it that I am hiding? One thing I know for sure is the blast of relationship I was in, I am so over with...what is it I am so lost and confused about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does life really sucks? I doubt it. I assume it must be more than what...there is got to be more to life. Maybe I need another blast in life to make a difference? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great, and I am yet to find that blast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come to think about it, I maybe know what I am missing...maybe that's the one thing I am missing right now that needs time to look for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since 2nd October 2006. Things seems to change in me, emotionally especially. Am I asking too much for myself? or is the world asking too much of me? I was once told, I am in the world NOT of the world. But..how can I be just IN the world when everyone else is OF the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dilemma...dilemma...something needs to be done and I do not know exactly what..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will time tell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-116227958265077682?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/116227958265077682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=116227958265077682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/116227958265077682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/116227958265077682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-now.html' title='What now...'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115810914802190794</id><published>2006-09-13T08:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T08:59:08.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Ironic</title><content type='html'>Some people just cannot take the fact that the truth was spoken. Agreed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115810914802190794?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115810914802190794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115810914802190794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115810914802190794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115810914802190794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-ironic_12.html' title='How Ironic'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115794885008834719</id><published>2006-09-11T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T12:30:31.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for my Happy Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9a-wqHtVtLI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9a-wqHtVtLI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny how sometimes songs that we listened to applied in our lives. This is one of them that applies to mine. Love can be so blind, when we thought that we found someone that we are meant to be with and thought that he cares about us more than anyone else, is when the blindness fades away. I now see, what exactly he cares about. Himself. It took me a while to really see what he is about. I think it is still not too late, I still have time to start a new chapter of my life. And that is what I will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115794885008834719?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115794885008834719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115794885008834719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115794885008834719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115794885008834719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-much-for-my-happy-ending.html' title='So much for my Happy Ending'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115761512961281217</id><published>2006-09-07T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T15:45:29.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But seriously..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who is to determine who to trust and who not to trust?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who is to determine what is honesty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who is to determine what is right or what is not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who is to determine...what is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;truth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You or Me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me...is it so hard to be yourself for once and not hurting anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it so hard to tell the truth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you want to know the truth now or later, thinking that telling me now would hurt me more than later?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truth can be so cunning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truth does hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truth can be so untrue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truth can be a story that never ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truth can be deceiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When there is a Truth being told, who is to determine to believe it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is there to believe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believing in something can be a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believing in someone can hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believing can be so untrue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believing can cause stories never ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believing someone can be deceiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So..seriously..what is all this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115761512961281217?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115761512961281217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115761512961281217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115761512961281217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115761512961281217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/09/but-seriously.html' title='But seriously..'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115619013175427194</id><published>2006-08-22T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T03:55:31.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect the Unexpected.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Saturday, 19th August 2006-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something happened after a wonderful night we had at the F&amp;B Karaoke night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On that same day in the morning, accident happened in Hau'u'a. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Two teenagers died and three others were hurt when their speeding car ran off Kamehameha Highway and hit a utility pole at 4:20 a.m., police said."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nineteen hours later, at about 11 p.m., a group of people apparently paying their respects at a roadside memorial to the crash victims were themselves hit by a car, police said. One person was killed in that accident, one was in extremely critical condition and two others were in critical condition."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One of them, is Summer-Lynn Mau. My co-worker. I was shocked when Megan called me up and told me about that incident. I was speechless, did not believe it until I read the news on Honolulu Advertiser myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I quote,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Speed was a factor, said Honolulu Police Department Capt. Frank Fujii"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If those "DRIVERS" were to drive with their conscious mind and concern about other people's safety and "OBEY" the rules. None of this could have happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of them being interviewed and said the below, and I quote,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"This is too tragic," Kepaa said. "They were just stopping to show some respect. How does this happen?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Their good hearts were paid with a tragic accident. I don't know whatelse I can say. Speechless. I am sure no one expect this to happen. But someone has to be responsible for the death of Innocent lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;News:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the.honoluluadvertiser.com/article/2006/Aug/19/br/br22p.html"&gt;Mourners struck at site of fatal car crash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the.honoluluadvertiser.com/article/2006/Aug/19/br/br08p.html"&gt;Teenagers in car wreck identified&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the.honoluluadvertiser.com/article/2006/Aug/21/ln/FP608210320.html"&gt;Hau'ula shrouded in grief by 4 deaths&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May Summer rest in peace...and return to the arms of our Heavenly Father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115619013175427194?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115619013175427194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115619013175427194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115619013175427194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115619013175427194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/08/expect-unexpected.html' title='Expect the Unexpected.'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115603190599107805</id><published>2006-08-20T06:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T07:58:26.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Organization Behavior?</title><content type='html'>I just got back from my job training. Out of no where I was thinking about what Organization Behaviour is about? So, I went online and search&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "what is organization behaviour in psychological term?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and this is what I've found...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some questions being answered by 3 Experts as follows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr. John Austin - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Associate Professor of Psychology at Western Michigan University and member of I/O program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr. Dale Brethower - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Professor Emeritus of Psychology at Western Michigan University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr. Alyce Dickinson - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Professor of Psychology at Western Michigan University and chair of the I/O psychology program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is Organization Behaviour Management?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What Exactly does and OBM psychologist do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dr. Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;: An OBM psychologist can become involved in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;improving/maintaining any aspect of individual or organizational performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. In general, the areas &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;include training, performance, management, (which may include improving performance quantity, quality, customer satisfaction, and/or safety),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;systems analysis (increasing the efficiency of the way in which work gets done in the organization, altering what individuals do in their jobs, developing measurement systems for various units in the organization, and assisting organizations at the top level to determine measurable goals for its overall performance).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What are the basic areas in OBM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dr. Austin&lt;/span&gt;: The focus is on the problems, not like I/O where there are different areas. Some of the problems that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OBM focuses on are safety, productivity, quality, and timeliness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dr. Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;: The areas include &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;training, performance, management, (which may include improving performance quantity, quality, customer satisfaction, and/or safety),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;systems analysis (increasing the efficiency of the way in which work gets done in the organization, altering what individuals do in their jobs, developing measurement systems for various units in the organization, and assisting organizations at the top level to determine measurable goals for its overall performance).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What is the difference between I/O (Industrial/Organizational Psychology) and OBM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dr. Brethower&lt;/span&gt;: I/O is an established field within psychology, traditional in approach, does lots of correlational type work, "owns" selection &amp; placement and performance appraisal-which they've started calling "performance management" but don't be fooled. I have a colleague who earned his Ph.D. in I/O and went about establishing a consulting practice; he had to learn OBM to add value. OBM is known as that in ABA (Association for Behavior Analysis) circles and is known as HPT (Human Performance Technology) in ISPI (International Society for Performance Improvement) circles. It is a field created in the past 40 years by folks who were, primarily, behavior analysts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dr. Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;: If you would like more information about the difference between OBM and I/O, I suggest you read an article that was written by a number of us here at Western (one of my former Ph.D. students is the first author) : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bucklin, B.R., Alvero, A. M., Dickinson, A. M., Austin, J., Jackson, A. K. (2000). Industrial-organizational Psychology and Organizational Behavior Management: An Objective Comparison. Journal of Organizational Behavior Management, 20 (2), 27-75.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Is there a difference between OBM in the business department and OBM in the psychology department?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dr. Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;: Yes. If you are asking about our business department, there is not really any OBM, per se. Organizational Behavior Management refers, specifically, to the application of behavioral principles in business and industry - it is not a general term for performance management or organizational behavior. Our business college, while offering courses in performance management, organizational behavior and systems analysis, does not approach the topic from a behavioral perspective. It would be quite difficult for me to explain the differences; I recommend that students read chapters from a nonbehavioral performance management text, industrial/organizational psychology text, or organizational behavior text, similar to the Muchinksy text I use in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;PSY 645&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If you turn to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;chapter on motivation, there are five different motivational theories presented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and all are different than the motivational theories presented in the leadership chapter. Because the theories differ so much, the approach to behavior and organizational performance differs considerably from the approach we use in behavioral psychology.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115603190599107805?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115603190599107805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115603190599107805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115603190599107805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115603190599107805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-is-organization-behavior.html' title='What is Organization Behavior?'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115598143956418146</id><published>2006-08-19T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T17:57:19.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychology Psycho Psyche Psy...thing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, I have changed my Major to Psychology and Minor in ICS Media Communication. So, what does Psychology actually means? Let me break it down for you right here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word &lt;em&gt;Psychology&lt;/em&gt; comes from Greek, &lt;em&gt;Psyche &lt;/em&gt;(soul / mind) and &lt;em&gt;logy &lt;/em&gt;(study)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;an academic and applied field involving the study of human mind, brain and behavior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;application of such knowledge to various spheres of human activity &lt;em&gt;(daily lives &amp; mental illness)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Psychology differs from&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Anthropology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthropology"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Economics" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Economics"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;economics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Political science" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Political_science"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;political science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Sociology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sociology"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; in seeking to capture explanatory generalizations about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mental function" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mental_function"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mental function&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and overt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Behaviour" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Behaviour"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;behaviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of individuals, while the other disciplines rely more heavily on field studies and historical methods for extracting descriptive generalizations. In practice, however, there is quite a lot of cross-fertilization that takes place among the various fields. Psychology differs from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Biology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biology"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Neuroscience" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neuroscience"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;neuroscience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; in that it is primarily concerned with the interaction of mental processes and behavior, and of the overall processes of a system, and not simply the biological or neural processes themselves, though the subfield of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Neuropsychology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neuropsychology"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;neuropsychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; combines the study of the actual neural processes with the study of the mental effects they have subjectively produced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Applied psychology&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Applied psychology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Applied_psychology"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Applied psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; encompasses both psychological research that is designed to help individuals overcome practical problems and the application of this research in applied settings. Much of applied psychology research is utilized in other fields, such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Business management" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Business_management"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;business management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Product design" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Product_design"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;product design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ergonomics" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ergonomics"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ergonomics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Nutrition" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nutrition"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nutrition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Clinical medicine" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clinical_medicine"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;clinical medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Applied psychology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Applied_psychology"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Applied psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; includes the areas of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Clinical psychology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clinical_psychology"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;clinical psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Industrial and organizational psychology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Industrial_and_organizational_psychology"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;industrial and organizational psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Human factors" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_factors"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;human factors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Forensic psychology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forensic_psychology"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;forensic psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Health psychology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Health_psychology"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;health psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="School psychology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/School_psychology"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;school psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I basically are more interested in these two fields;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I/O Psychology&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Industrial and organizational psychology (also I/O psychology or work psychology or occupational psychology) is the study of the behavior of people in the workplace. Industrial and organizational psychology applies psychological knowledge and methods to aid workers and organizations. Historically, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Job analysis" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Job_analysis"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;job analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; has been the traditional means for which essential characteristics associated with any particular position are identified. A thorough job analysis takes time, resources and money but its benefits tend to out weigh the costs, especially when the position is of great importance, such as an executive position in a major corporation.&lt;br /&gt;Industrial and organizational psychologists may use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Psychological testing" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychological_testing"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;psychometric tests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; to measure the knowledge, skills, abilities, and personality characteristics of people for a variety of employment-related purposes, such as selection for appointment or promotion, or for training and development. They may devise questionnaires to measure employee attitudes such as morale, job satisfaction, or feelings towards management or customers.&lt;br /&gt;Increasingly, people factors are recognized as a major determinant of organizational performance and a key competitive differential. Psychologists therefore may also advise senior managers on the management of organizational climate or culture, on dealing with organizational change, or on group dynamics within an organization. It is probably partly for this reason that management coaching is an increasingly popular part of the psychologist's work.&lt;br /&gt;Industrial and organizational psychology is a diverse field incorporating aspects of disciplines such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Clinical psychology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clinical_psychology"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;clinical psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, social psychology, and psychometrics as well as less closely linked social studies such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Law" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Many industrial and organizational psychologists specialize in one of the following aspects: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;psychometrics; time and motion studies; employment law; personnel selection; training; leadership selection, coaching and development; organizational design and change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Some I/O psychologists are academic (working in both business and psychology departments) or non-academic researchers, while many others are engaged in practice, holding positions such as the following:&lt;br /&gt;    - executive coach&lt;br /&gt;    - diversity consultant&lt;br /&gt;    - legislative compliance officer&lt;br /&gt;    - labor relations specialist&lt;br /&gt;    - human resources specialist&lt;br /&gt;    - process improvement consultant&lt;br /&gt;    - manager of selection and training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;School Psychology&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;School Psychology is a field that applies principles of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Clinical psychology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clinical_psychology"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;clinical psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Educational psychology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Educational_psychology"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;educational psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; to the diagnosis and treatment of students' behavioral and learning problems. School psychologists are educated in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Child development" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Child_development"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;child and adolescent development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Learning" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Learning"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; theories, psychoeducational &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Assessment" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Assessment"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;assessment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Personality psychology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Personality_psychology"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;personality theories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, therapeutic interventions, identification of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Learning disability" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Learning_disability"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;learning disability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; and the ethical, legal and administrative codes of their profession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115598143956418146?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115598143956418146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115598143956418146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115598143956418146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115598143956418146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/08/psychology-psycho-psyche-psything.html' title='Psychology Psycho Psyche Psy...thing?'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115568052226414104</id><published>2006-08-16T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T06:26:12.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music...~[]^o^[]~</title><content type='html'>Uhm..I don't know..just thought I can try to post this here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/E273F275A7EF9E71"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/E273F275A7EF9E71" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hey! It works...lol these are some of the songs I love to listen to EVERYDAY..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115568052226414104?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115568052226414104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115568052226414104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115568052226414104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115568052226414104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/08/musico.html' title='Music...~[]^o^[]~'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115567613757236997</id><published>2006-08-16T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T05:13:56.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~m R o A dn~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why, I felt like writing something but I don't know what to write. Let's see...(thinking)...Ok, here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I dreamt about Nick a lot. I had this dream me and him spending time together over here in Hawaii. And this morning I had another dream with him that he was suppose to be sending me off to the Airport as I leave for Malaysia for visit, but he ended up going home with me. It's weird.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We both are getting along really well, I would say so far so good We are planning to go DisneyLand in LA and then spend sometime together again in Vegas. Just pray and hope that things will go well this time without any drama. There's a few times we were on the webcam, he's on the phone. When I asked who was it, at least he is honest enough to tell me that it was Tiffinie. As long as she is NOT calling me on MY PHONE. I can live with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about "Dreams" I love and hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love because&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : That's the happiest moment of the night, dreaming of things that you are yet to do in real life or seeing someone that you have not seen for a LONG LONG time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate because&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : YOU WAKE UP! grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the dreams of my Family and Nick...I wished it could last forever. But I guess that's how dream works...SO...no further complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Nick. We are going on FINE. He calls me almost everyday because most of the time we talk MSN =) which is still an effort. He called me yesterday when I was at work in Seasider (isn't that sweet?) He called me right after he get off work. Well..I thought that was sweet. I liked it. And so I got home around 3.45pm, I got online and he's there =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent me a file called the Citrix O. It is a program where I can invite other computer to view my screen or to have full access to my computer. Which is pretty cool only to find out that it is another program similar to Remote Assistant on Windows. (Kind of dumb actually) LOL but it's okay. So now I have this &lt;a href="http://www.gotomypc.com"&gt;GoToMyPC&lt;/a&gt; thingy on mine. And of course it's only a trial version. I ain't paying for that service when I can get the same service on Windows Remote Assistant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have gone...something different..LOL I don't know what, but I have been listening to some Country songs. They are not so bad you know, if you are sentimental enough to listen to their words...so lively..so real..so vivid.. There are a few songs that has become my favorite maybe I can share them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond Rio - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4qPKc6_x2k"&gt;I believe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonestar - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XU0v2_PcPbk"&gt;Amazed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelly Fairchild - Tiny Town&lt;br /&gt;Rascal Flatts - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMDPsZ73WX4&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Bless the Broken Road&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the words...I bet you will love it. Because every men that has a heart..will ponder into those words and feel them. I feel that these songs were written from the words deep down in their hearts, words that are so pure and true. I might be a bit overwhelmed with them and exagerate, but do try to listen to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115567613757236997?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115567613757236997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115567613757236997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115567613757236997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115567613757236997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/08/m-r-o-dn.html' title='~m R o A dn~'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115533745799403366</id><published>2006-08-12T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T07:13:05.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~&lt;-*-*-&gt;~Born again~&lt;-*-*-&gt;~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this song..John Legend &amp;amp; Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pLGbzRQBHM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pLGbzRQBHM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Words:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Come bring me your softness&lt;br /&gt;Comfort me through all this madness&lt;br /&gt;Woman, don't you know, with you I'm born again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come give me your sweetness&lt;br /&gt;Now there's you, there is no weakness&lt;br /&gt;Lying safe within your arms, I'm born again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was half, not whole&lt;br /&gt;In step with none&lt;br /&gt;Reaching through this world&lt;br /&gt;In need of one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come show me your kindness&lt;br /&gt;In your arms I know I'll find this&lt;br /&gt;Woman, don't you know, with you I'm born again&lt;br /&gt;Lying safe with you I'm born again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come bring me your softness&lt;br /&gt;Comfort me through all this madness&lt;br /&gt;Woman, don't you know, with you I'm born again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come give me your sweetness&lt;br /&gt;Now there's you, there is no weakness&lt;br /&gt;Lying safe within your arms, I'm born again&lt;br /&gt;Woman, don't you know, with you I'm born again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was half, not whole&lt;br /&gt;In step with none&lt;br /&gt;Reaching through this world&lt;br /&gt;In need of one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come show me your kindness&lt;br /&gt;In your arms I know I'll find this&lt;br /&gt;Woman, don't you know, with you I'm born again&lt;br /&gt;Lying safe with you I'm born again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115533745799403366?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115533745799403366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115533745799403366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115533745799403366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115533745799403366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/08/born-again.html' title='~&lt;-*-*-&gt;~Born again~&lt;-*-*-&gt;~'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115532677718275897</id><published>2006-08-12T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T04:06:17.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe thing's aren't that bad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's see, maybe thing's are not that bad at all? Actually, if the both of us put in the effort a little by little? The story maybe a different ending? Okay, here is the story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and him gave ourselves another chance to push the accelerator constant. We made a deal to try to make the situation the way it was before where the both of us were happy together. Uhm..example, phone calls, talking, conversations, updates on our lives. And so we did. It was not that bad at all. I can tell he is trying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We basically been talking since last Saturday (08/05/06) then a break on Sunday and THEN we have been talking everyday since Monday (08/07/06).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Check list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking stupid. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughs. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silly talking. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Serious talking. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life updates. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noticed something different. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making fun of ourselves. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make fun of each other. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Checked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know this check list is kind of ridicule, but hey I am having fun knowing what me and him been up to myself. I found out something really funny, well at least I thought it was funny. He moved to another area and he told me he got a roommate. Just out of curiosity I asked him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me : Hun, is Jorge your roommate or housemate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Him : What's the difference?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me : Err, roommate is someone that sleeps in the same room with you, and a housemate is someone that lives in the same house but different room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Him : Oh, then housemate he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me : Uhm..yea, I cannot imagine you being in the same room with a guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we just burst out laughing about it. See what I mean, just silly talk about roommate and housemate makes us laughs. Knowing the fact that he didn't know the difference of roommate and housemate makes me feel smarter than I thought I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday we were talking to an old friend named Chris on Yahoo Messenger. Chris is in Utah now living in a motel that cost $400 permonth, which is not too bad according to the both of them. I didn't know whatelse to say just kept quiet and agreed. (Er hello? I am a student 400 bucks is a LOT to me). And so Chris noticed a girl by the reception is a "cute native american girl". Curiousity kills the cat. Nick, being a Native american himself persuaded Chris to ask what tribe that girl is. Persuasion failed. I found out that Chris is a scary cat himself. LOL not to be mean but I witnessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chris was waiting on her to pick up the phone because she will intro her name over the phone. Nick, being the aggressive one of course did not give up persuading Chris. I being the smart one, browse through the Native american name list online. I typed all the possible name but none of them were her name. Native American names, some are weird but some are really sweet. I like Angeni myself, that means "spirit angel". Sweet huh? I thought so too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so, after all the names try-outs. She finally picked up a call and said her name, Rayleen. Now here is the fun part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nick : What the....Rayleen? That's no Native American name..she must be a white chick that just got tanned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL Funny to see how he express himself. We just burst out laughing. It was funny, after all the effort, she does not have a Native American name. Then Chris got kicked offline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So left me and Nick having our own little conversation again. He was browsing through a link I gave to him and he found an English-Cherokee Dictionary! If you have not noticed, he is from the Cherokee tribe and Cherokee is his native language. He taught me some of his language, and dang...it does sounds Japanese to me and most of them does not make any sense. Don't believe me? Take a look at this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(english) boyfriend = u-na-li-go-di (cherokee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try that! Sounds funny right? He is trying to preserve his language. It be so much fun to learn! If you want to learn more words hit the link below,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wehali.com/tsalagi/index.cfm?group=B"&gt;English-Cherokee Dictionary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all that talking and fun, I had to go dinner and he wants to watching Chris Angel the magician show. So, I let him go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later that night, after dinner and I was walking home, he called me on my phone to check on where I was and to say Good night. I thought that was sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uhm...after all this typing. I guess all I am trying to say is that, all things won't be as bad as we thought it will be, so long as both parties put in a little effort to make a difference. As for me and him, we are so far so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, jeez, who could have imagined I am learning Cherokee right? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115532677718275897?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115532677718275897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115532677718275897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115532677718275897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115532677718275897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/08/maybe-things-arent-that-bad.html' title='Maybe thing&apos;s aren&apos;t that bad?'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115462995866711258</id><published>2006-08-04T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T02:32:38.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pit of Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did I fall in myself? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or did I create that pit and stepped down myself? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know, I am so confused. Should anyone deserves another chance to make things right? Should anyone gives anyone a chance to make things right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or am I just being naive thinking that things will change by giving someone another chance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe chances are given to those to asked?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he did so, give him that chance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why does someone has to lose something to know that's the one thing you don't want to lose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What does a man think a relationship is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Questions..upon questions filled up my head..what is going on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~deep pit of dilemma~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115462995866711258?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115462995866711258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115462995866711258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115462995866711258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115462995866711258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/08/pit-of-dilemma.html' title='Pit of Dilemma'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115417302303333963</id><published>2006-07-29T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T19:37:03.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to give up and let go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe it is about time to give it up and let it go? I believe life still goes on. Getting over him is not easy I would say but hey, time does help in healing. If we are not meant to be, maybe then we have someone else for us? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I have been hold on for too long for a relationship, and all I am getting is a basket full of lies that should have not been hidden from me. But it did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time it ended quietly and peacefully, I haven't shed a tear since Thursday. Maybe I am beyond being hurt and I cannot even cry anymore. Some people has a limit to where they would cry and they couldn't cry. It has gone beyond that level to me. It maybe it is a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what it is, no matter what had happened, I am now closing my chapter of my life with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115417302303333963?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115417302303333963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115417302303333963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115417302303333963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115417302303333963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-to-give-up-and-let-go.html' title='Time to give up and let go?'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115417240498039975</id><published>2006-07-29T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T19:26:44.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Last Time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by RIHANNA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Once was a time you and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Made a promise till the day we die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I trusted each and every word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never thinkin that I'd get burned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silly me I believed in your fairy tales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy I thought that I knew you so very well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you walked on my pride all the tears that I cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it cuts like a knife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Hook]Its the last time your ever gunna kiss these lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or ever will decieve these eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe me when I tell you this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby boy its the last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm ever gunna cry these tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm never gunna hear your lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So listen while I make it clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case you didnt hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This times the last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theres no time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To give it one more try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theres only time to say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fooled me once shame on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fooled me twice now this song is through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The things you said I can never forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The things you did fill my heart with regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm still standin tall as I walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you know that its true when you hear me say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its over, its through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And nothin you can do boy its sad but its true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Hook]Its the last time your ever gunna kiss these lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or ever will decieve these eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe me when I tell you this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby boy its the last timeI'm ever gunna cry these tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm never gunna hear your lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So listen while I make it clearIn case you didnt hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This times the last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theres no time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To give it one more try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theres only time to say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good Byeee No Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silly me I believed in your fairy tales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy I thought that I knew you so very well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you walked on my pride all the tears that I cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it cuts..like a knife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Hook]Its the last time your ever gunna kiss these lips (ever gonna kiss these lips)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or ever will decieve these eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe me when I tell you this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby boy its the last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm ever gunna cry these tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm never gunna hear your lies (never gonna hear your lies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So listen while I make it clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case you didnt hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This times the last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theres no time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To give it one more try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its over its through nothin you can do and wonder why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theres only time to say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never gunna never gunna cry no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115417240498039975?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115417240498039975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115417240498039975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115417240498039975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115417240498039975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-time.html' title='The Last Time'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115381799103494323</id><published>2006-07-25T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T04:50:18.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wou girls! Just wanna have fun! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright..I have been a R.E.B.E.L but shhhhhh..no one should know this! Yesterday was Sunday..and..I went out to Waimea with some friends. Kakakaka still..no one should know about this ok? So yea..Mahera called me around 11am, and told me that she had a plan..an EviL plan. I await for more details as I smirk to myself..and say, "Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[whispers: a plan to go Waimea Valley Fall]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. "Imma rebel" say the Ebonics. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was given 30mins to get ready to go! And..what a crucial coincidence..I was looking forward to go to the AR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ARGH!!!! OKAY! THAT'S IT! I TOOK MY PRECIOUS TIME TO TYPE A WHOLE LONG STORY AND PUFF! STUPID MOUSE MESSED IT UP! HIGHLIGHTED EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVERYTHING AND DELETED WITH ONE HIT OF THE STUPID KEYBOARD. SO YEA, I give up and writing everything all over again..so bear with me, because whatever that happened just now killed my mood. So I am just going to add the pictures and you go figure what happen! ARGH!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;That's Irene in red, Katie and Mahera our picnic stop over ;-) Our munchies are,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- Chips Ahoy (chewy crackers)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- 10 pieces of Fried chicken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- 1 whole piece of huli-huli chicken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- 3 bottles of water&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- chicken musubi (mine..lol)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- rice with stew pork (missing mushrooms and ginger flavor)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- potatoes wedges&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- french bread&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After that we started off our journey again and I saw this isolated sign saying "Waterfall" and so I decided to take a picture with it. My glasses makes me look retarded I know, but "I do not care," says Karen (Remember the Titans).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0008.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There we go! All the way was worth it ;-) That's the waterfall we have been walking all about for. One thing that is a little bit disappointing is that the Fall was not heavy but still it was nice. See the 3 of us on the left? Yup, that's us with some other people and Katie..where is she? [if you have to ask, hit your head] Okay, let me tell you about this little Fall. To swim to the Fall..was a HUGE effort. DO NOT UNDER ESTIMATE the waters. From the surface of the waters to the bottom which we were at in the picture is 30 FEET! Yup, I had Irene and Mahera along my side..haha I am a loser but HEY I swam over and took a picture. The waters from the Fall was warm..and it was nice. I likey!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115381799103494323?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115381799103494323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115381799103494323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115381799103494323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115381799103494323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/07/wou-girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='Wou girls! Just wanna have fun! =)'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115330585006941672</id><published>2006-07-19T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:44:10.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is a Blessing to me..Uncle Peter</title><content type='html'>How can I have this person in my life as my long term blessing from the Lord? I love you Uncle Peter..Thank you so much for making everything..well almost .. ;) possible in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~¤ Çhüî ¥ì ÎÑÇ ~¤ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fui Kong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hi chuiyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~¤ Çhüî ¥ì ÎÑÇ ~¤ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;how are u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fui Kong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;good&lt;br /&gt;yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~¤ Çhüî ¥ì ÎÑÇ ~¤ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thats good, i am good too&lt;br /&gt;thought Id say Hi..long time no see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fui Kong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;how long has it been since you went over to Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~¤ Çhüî ¥ì ÎÑÇ ~¤ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Uhm..15months&lt;br /&gt;time flies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fui Kong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if you like to visit Malaysia and your family in your coming vacation, I would be happy to provide you with your air fare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~¤ Çhüî ¥ì ÎÑÇ ~¤ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fui Kong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;it is good to see how your family is doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~¤ Çhüî ¥ì ÎÑÇ ~¤ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Thank you so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fui Kong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;they must miss you a lot&lt;br /&gt;you can check on the air fare from your end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~¤ Çhüî ¥ì ÎÑÇ ~¤ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yea..so far they are doing good, my mom is not a baby sitter, and my father is Working and taking of Home..and yes..I miss them a lot too and I miss you guys too of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fui Kong says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;make your plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~¤ Çhüî ¥ì ÎÑÇ ~¤ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yes I will do that..thank you so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fui Kong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;book early&lt;br /&gt;let me know the cost&lt;br /&gt;when you do graduate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~¤ Çhüî ¥ì ÎÑÇ ~¤ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okie..oh yea..so when is your trip to come over to Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;I am looking at..August 2008 if things goes well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fui Kong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will be happy to fly both your parents to attend your Graduation Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;for me I plan to visit US this December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~¤ Çhüî ¥ì ÎÑÇ ~¤ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are u serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fui Kong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;maybe this time I should go via Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;I am always serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~¤ Çhüî ¥ì ÎÑÇ ~¤ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yea..come to hawaii..i would u to come and see my school and the place i work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fui Kong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yes I will happy to visit you and your school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~¤ Çhüî ¥ì ÎÑÇ ~¤ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am sure u will this place too..hehe and I want u to know what this place is about..bcos you are the one making all this posible for me.&lt;br /&gt;at least thats the way I see it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fui Kong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;make your travel plan yourself&lt;br /&gt;and let me know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~¤ Çhüî ¥ì ÎÑÇ ~¤ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okie..will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fui Kong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;need to go now&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~¤ Çhüî ¥ì ÎÑÇ ~¤ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okie dokie..u take care and bye .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See that? I couldn't ask for more..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115330585006941672?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115330585006941672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115330585006941672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115330585006941672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115330585006941672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/07/he-is-blessing-to-meuncle-peter.html' title='He is a Blessing to me..Uncle Peter'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115209403080961097</id><published>2006-07-05T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:07:10.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Of July..</title><content type='html'>Uhmm...ok...INTERESTINGLY..8 more mins to go till the end of the 4th of JULY. Let's see how much I can type about today. Well..the count was kind of low today in the restaurant. Just about 220 people that visited our restaurant. Work was not that busy and frustrated, everything went pretty slow and easy. So yea..that was it. Haha ironic huh? Ok..so me and Megan went to Foodland to return the DVD's that we have rented last weekend. So we walked through the neighbourhood and WHOA! those kids were playing firecrackers and fireworks. Me and Megan was kinda freaky walking by them. Because they will just throw it EVERYWHERE! It was funny how the both of us trying to walk away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came to this corner junction, there was a BIG BIG crowd of people and they have this ladder of firecrackers set up. It was bing bang bomb all the way to the top of the ladder it was BIU TI FUL!...SO we made our way to the Ohana Video Store returned the dvd's and was so worried about which way we are going to use to walk back home because we are both losers YES I know..but try to walk in the neighbourhood where EVERYONE is playing those bursting fire balls and throwing them everywhere..how would you feel? FREAKY? Muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pass by that corner junction again, and these people were all ready to light up the gigantic spider looking firecrackers having them lined up all the way to the top ladder with 5 guys at the end of each long crackers..counting down 5..4..3..2..1 !! they all light it up together and once again..BING BANG BOMB!!! it was soooooooooooo loud yet to BIU TI FUL!! everyone was happy so was me and Megan..after finishing that, we slowly walked home..the same way we came..and yup..those **WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! it's exactly 12.00AM!!** firecrackalacking all the way..once again we jumped and swaying left to right to get away from them..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO...there were also other families that was playing those reaaaaaaaaaaaaallly purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrty fireworks that shots up in the sky making those "BUP!BUP!BUP! PLIK! PLAK! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE POP!" sound.. it was a really fun walk..we wouldn't have seen such a great sight if we hadn't decide to walk over to return the dvd's..so yea..I enjoyed that night and so does Megan.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115209403080961097?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115209403080961097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115209403080961097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115209403080961097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115209403080961097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th Of July..'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115200338161951893</id><published>2006-07-04T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T16:56:21.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day outa TOWN..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This day..it was GREAT. Me, Megan, Johan and Tyler went to town and we...BUY! BUY! BUY!.. The bus ride was kinda killing but we survived! Yeee Hawww! So Johan suggested us a place where we can eat real good Malaysian Chinese Food. So we took that Onehour and 45mins sickening bus ride to Ala Moana (Like our KLCC mall) then we walked about 20mins to this restaurant. We almost got ran over by a car while we were crossing the road...but we lived. So..after we crossed over, there was a lil' paper sticking on the door saying "We will be closing on April 30th" it was the 1st of July on that day..YUP! The restaurant CLOSED. WaAaAAaAaaAaaa..after all the sickness and cheat deaths and walks we end up finding the restaurant was closed. But oh well...we cross back the same road back to the other side and the Smart Johan told us that there's another Chinese Buffet Restaurant over the corner and so we went..and Thank Goodness it's open! We went in and it was like a reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal Chinese Restaurant..and they have this buffet line with really good stuff too...they have fried shrimps, fried chicky wings, roasted duck, sweet and sour piglegs, eggplant, fried rice, and they also have "Sai Mai Lou" for dessert! It was sooooooooooo good.&lt;br /&gt;After that lunch, we walked all the way back to Ala Moana and did some shopping. And then we went to Walmart to get some toiletteries. We didn't leave that place till 9pm..therefore those pictures...below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a MAN STATUE right in front of Hawaiian Convention Center, I thought I give it a shot and take a picture of it..I think it is unique..hehe..NEXT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay...there's me and Megan in the picture..I wanted this picture and Johan refused to take it..hehe I wanna picture at the butt! Without knowing my head is right in the BUTT! Argh! The HORROR!! But..hey it's a NICE picture...that Sexy statue are not SEXIER to see with us in there..hehe ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115200338161951893?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115200338161951893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115200338161951893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115200338161951893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115200338161951893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-day-outa-town.html' title='Another day outa TOWN..'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115192722689606965</id><published>2006-07-03T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:48:29.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaiian WATER PARK! WICKED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of the MOST Exciting day out I had in Hawaii..my ward..went to the Hawaiian Water Park..and it was SOOOO much fun! It's almost like Sunway Lagoon and oh my I will go back again when I have some extra cashys..hehe..I went with some of my girls..Vicky, Nami, Joanah, Ailia, Caroline, Aggie and Tasha..they are soo much fun! Didn't take much pictures of us on those rides..but I took some picture of those crazy rides..and they are SOOO much FUN! *noticed I repeated twice* hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0001_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The.."butt in the camera" picture..walking in the water part..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0002_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why are girls so camera SHY? Bravo Tash..you did it! and SMILE YOUR ON CANDID CAMERA!..hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0004_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sings..*We're just hung-ge-ry people..and we all know which way to go...* Yummy lunch..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-BBQ Chick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- Chilly Dog&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- Salad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- Rice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- Sodas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This bad boy is call "CliffHanger"..what we do is..from the top we lay down in the tube..hold on to the rod..then let go and you went "SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" all the way DOWN..YEA BABY! FUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another bad boy..call the Flying something I forgot so I am going to call it a Flying Man tube. The same thing you do at the top hold rod and lay down..the only thing is..see the water splash out from the tube? THAT's where your body will be and you will go..**SPLASH!!** and **TUMMMM** in the water..SWIM BABY! SWIM!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115192722689606965?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115192722689606965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115192722689606965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115192722689606965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115192722689606965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/07/hawaiian-water-park-wicked.html' title='Hawaiian WATER PARK! WICKED!!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115192615743945504</id><published>2006-07-03T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:29:17.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newly Wed (Dom and Jamie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uhm..somewhere in April 2006, Dominic and Jamie got married and we were invited. Eh..it's not my wedding day don't expect me to remember the dates ok..haha. Dom made a really nice slide show of him and Jamie and it was really touching..he got pictures from their childhood till teen till college and adult life..aww thinking about it give me chills down my spine..very romantic..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/Doe%26Jam%20wedding%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom the broom...I mean the GROOM and Jamie the Bride..I have no Idea why they not looking at the camera..shy maybe? haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/Doe%26Jam%20wedding%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and them..Don't I look gorgeous..I mean them..hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/Dom%27s%20wedding%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Awww...look look..the Malaysia Famili piktor..so sweet..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/Dom%27s%20wedding%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am so cuddly..LiMei can't take her arms off me..mmmm I feel loved...and yes I love my EMO hair NOT! It was accident..but hey..I think it made me look pretty..haha *don't get jealous now!* Don't hate! LOVE!..hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/LMS%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The future Bride to be..JayAnna and Me..She went home for Summer..miss her silliness..hehe LOVE YOU JAY..Hurry home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115192615743945504?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115192615743945504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115192615743945504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115192615743945504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115192615743945504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/07/newly-wed-dom-and-jamie.html' title='Newly Wed (Dom and Jamie)'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115192556227234005</id><published>2006-07-03T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:19:22.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gospel Forum in MAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Being in a CHURCH School..you cannot miss out Gospel Forum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Date : ~somewhere in May..can't remember~&lt;br /&gt;Organizer : LiMei&lt;br /&gt;Music : Tyler&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Dennis Siow&lt;br /&gt;Photographer : Random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/ada%20gaya%20tak%20ada%20mutu%20%5E_%5E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Uhm..me and Dennis..eh..for some reasons this picture makes me look awfully FAT! ARGH! Don't even know why I am posting this anyways..DON'T LAUGH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/gospel%20forum%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A meeting I am not even suppose to be in..Hahaha I just sat on it randomly because I was bored. And Megan took a picture of me in them..makes me look I am very very important..awww I was in the meeting..how cool..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/gospel%20forum%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trying to give piggy ride to my lil' friend Nikki..haha so cutee..don't look at me..my hair was JUNK! argh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/eh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For some unknown reasons LiMei named this picture "eh.jpg" don't know why..I was just trying to be silly..what was the first thought that came to your head when you saw this picture? was it "How did she not fall over?" if you did..then you are too smart..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115192556227234005?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115192556227234005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115192556227234005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115192556227234005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115192556227234005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/07/gospel-forum-in-may.html' title='Gospel Forum in MAY'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115192486030427204</id><published>2006-07-03T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:07:40.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMC Opening Social (Hukilau Beach)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...yup WHO SAID I LOST MY MALAYSIAN HERITAGE? muahaha look at us..we had a GOOD Opening Social at the beach for our club..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/CHui%20yi%20n%20Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and my buddy..Megan..You see me you see her, you see her you will find me..hahahaha. Look at my sexXay pink lavalava..it's FROM TAHITI! Yup! Mahera's mama brought for me..aww so sweet huh? =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/Club%27s%20opening%20social.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From Li-eff-t LiMei, Megan, ME and Tugso..as you can see I am SQUASHED! LIKE ORANGE! ARGH! hehe...ooooh Tugso is from Mongolia..I think she is CUTIE pie..and she is KhengSaik's girl..awww Kheng gota cute girl...hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/Hukilau%20Beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Erm..where were we?? Guys...it's Hukilau Bach..haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_1775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HEY NOW!! Turn off the dang FAN! grrrrr&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/Welcome%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and the beach..SIGNBOARD..and I am tall and proud! Weeheeee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115192486030427204?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115192486030427204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115192486030427204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115192486030427204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115192486030427204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/07/smc-opening-social-hukilau-beach.html' title='SMC Opening Social (Hukilau Beach)'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115192407916772942</id><published>2006-07-03T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:54:39.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach time!! TAN TIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Okay, I am not a freak I just love TAN..brown skin makes me look sexy okay? Don't argue with me! GRRR..so yea..after celebrating the annual year..YUP it's time for have some fun! Me and Mahera went to the beach and took some sexy shots..SoME are no doubts ugly..but BARE With me okay? Mahera was my PPDP which means my "Personal Profession Demanding Photographer" She demanded most of the POSE..I don't need no credits..give it ALLLLLL to her..muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that's ME! I look so STIFF...like frozen...*hands you some kleenex* sorry don't puke now..haha and don't worry I won't make you sick for posting more of these..haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can't deny more...I am a professional SURFER..*bwahahahahaha* Yes I am..Certified one too! Yeeehawwwwwwwwwww......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;100% HAWAIIAN! **I wished** Imma sexXay mama huh? hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and My PPDP...ehhhh my camera is not bad at all...it can take picture by itself! Whoaaa...got some artificial intelligence baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Calendar Girls? anyone? just give me some royalty after..MUAHAHA remember COPYRIGHT! grrr now leave me alone! hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115192407916772942?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115192407916772942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115192407916772942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115192407916772942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115192407916772942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/07/beach-time-tan-time.html' title='Beach time!! TAN TIME!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115192336303680162</id><published>2006-07-03T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:43:26.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One YEAR ANNIE!! weeehee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay since I am updating I might as well update as much as I can..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADIES and GENTLEMEN..on the 30th April 2006, I celebrate my FIRST YEAR in Hawaii with my goodfriends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;That's the two monkeys..haha You know WHO..Mahera and Joanah..making their ingredients ready for the special dish..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't ask me why James look weird..I have no IDEA. Oh some new faces in the pictures? Yup..they are *left* Megan YONG..Mahera..VC and her mom, Joanah and weirdo James..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here we go..a DECENT picture finally..a shot before we eat =) *woohoo* I am in the picture..I am proud..meeeheee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So yea..wondering what we had? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- Sweet and Sour pork&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- Curry chicken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- Spring rolls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- Ice creams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- Sodas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- SIX MONSTERS on the side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115192336303680162?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115192336303680162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115192336303680162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115192336303680162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115192336303680162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-year-annie-weeehee.html' title='One YEAR ANNIE!! weeehee'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-115192268053975931</id><published>2006-07-03T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:31:20.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWWWight..Here I am...</title><content type='html'>Omg..can't believe it, I have missed out this page so much. Everyone has been updating theirs and I am so faaaaaaaaaaaaar behind. *smacks my own head* shame on you! yup! sure IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...it's been a long time that I can remember that I last update but who cares!? As long as I update it now. You have not been missing much because I basically did not do much for the past few months. Just that it has been *thinking and counting..one, two, three...*  One year and 3months for me being in Brigham Young University-Hawaii. Gosh..time passes reaaaaaaaaaal fast, what have I done? Err..GOOD QUESTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, some parties, some funtimes, some goodtimes, some badtimes, some hightimes, some downtimes, and so many more somes! What have I done? A lot unexplainable..muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is GOOD, Studies GOOD *trying to make it better* uhm whatelse? Ohhh LOVE? *winks*winks* Love is GOOD too. The most exciting event that happenned in the beginning of this year was..I went to LAS VEGAS through LOS ANGELES. Yup! Quite adventurous! ALL BY MYSELF. Hey..don't shake your head, I made my way home sound and safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I met my MAN over there..fun eh? My man! Yeah! It was fun meet up and it's an experience I would cherish all my life. GOSH! Ever thought I'd be in VEGAS? Heckkkk NO, but I did..so I am proud of myself. Another big plan for this year is....saving up money to go LOS ANGELES again to VISIT DISNEYLAND! and go back to VEGAS..hehe **WISH ME LUCK!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, what does it take to have a dream accomplish? NEVER GIVE UP and Work on it. Yea..so I am living with that phrase now..and OF COURSE not forgetting the help from the one ABOVE..Heavenly Father =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and last June, I volunteered as an Usher for BYUH June Commencement. It was a FUN Experience..Elder Richard G Scott was there. Being there witness some of my friend's graduation does motivates me in working harder in my next semester. I want to graduate like them! YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that, there is nothing in life that we want that we cannot achieve unless we give up and let it go off our hands. A lot of things in life we have to work and earned it. Nothing comes easy handed. Believe in yourself and have faith in your doings and in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh suddenly I feel sooo...Spiritual? haha oh my..what has got into me? I guess everyone has their Spiritual side...and this is MINE..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-115192268053975931?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/115192268053975931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=115192268053975931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115192268053975931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/115192268053975931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2006/07/awwwighthere-i-am.html' title='AWWWight..Here I am...'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-113567162424387519</id><published>2005-12-27T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T05:27:34.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outa TOWN TOUR one day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/Ala%20Moana%20&amp;%20Makan%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/Ala%20Moana%20%26%20Makan%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess where were we...NO! NOT LAIE! Thank goodness..haha it's one of the Chinese Restaurant we went that day..we had some "dimsum" you know those chinese dumplings..YES we still remember what they are! Infact we miss them so much! Reminds me so much about my grandparents who loves to eat "dimsum" in the morning..hehe. So here we are Limei, Megan and of course..ME!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/Ala%20Moana%20%26%20Makan%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at us..smiling faces..YES! We had our favorite.."Pei tan chok"! (Century eggs porridge) Don't we look happy? Hehe..we were..actually..BUT the porridge is not really that good..and plus..the customer service at this restaurant...IS NOT GOOD!! I wasn't full because of the food..but of the anger that goes up to my lungs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/Ala%20Moana%20%26%20Makan%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were at Ala Moana.."DISNEY's STORE"! Yea! Those are mine! Look at all of them! SoOo Happy to see me! hehe well..since we can't afford to buy..so we take pictures! at least they are all mine in the picture..hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/Ala%20Moana%20%26%20Makan%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's Megan and her favorite Mickey Mouse..and me with my new friend Stitch..gota bring the "OHANA" spirit in the picture! Woohoo!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/Ala%20Moana%20%26%20Makan%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know what you're thinking! STOP THINKING OF ME THAT WAY! No! I am not crazy! Haha I just thought it be fun to look like Nemo..lol..how do I look all BLOWN up face? Cute eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay..there is MORE pictures to come..for some reasons..photo blogger is not uploading those pictures on this post! What the heck?! must be the fish! I will make sure it is back on once it starts working ok?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-113567162424387519?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/113567162424387519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=113567162424387519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/113567162424387519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/113567162424387519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/12/outa-town-tour-one-day.html' title='Outa TOWN TOUR one day...'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-113566893847601671</id><published>2005-12-27T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:37:08.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahera : Han's graduation and family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ladies and Gentlemen..now we present our friend..Hans Carlson! A GRADUATE from BYU-H on the 17th December 2005! He graduated from Political Science :D (We challenged him to make good relationship with Tahiti's Government..that way we can travel back and forth FREE!!) hehe of course it was just a "suggestion" hehe.. oh by the way.. He is Mahera's brother .. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay..this is a picture of mama and brother...hehe that's Mahera's mom and brother..Arama =) I was so happy to meet them..as you can see..they were happy to see me too!! hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay.. I don't really like this picture.. =( this is when Mahera and her family left to the Airport..cool huh? They left home together for Christmas...how lovely...I miss her already.. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-113566893847601671?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/113566893847601671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=113566893847601671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/113566893847601671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/113566893847601671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/12/mahera-hans-graduation-and-family.html' title='Mahera : Han&apos;s graduation and family'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-113468047701691064</id><published>2005-12-16T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T03:56:12.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th Ward! and Friends...</title><content type='html'>Below, picture of my 17th Ward! The BEST ward in BYU-Hawaii campus! YES! Look at all these beautiful and goodlooking students with their unique pose.. =D I love my ward! We took this picture because, most of them are graduating this Saturday (17th December) *weeps* Sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0604(mod2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0604%28mod2%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture right here..(si, below, from left) Claudia is graduating! Yep our exotic Bolivian! Bonita! Si! abla espanyol? Mi senorita abla espanyol.. (haha that's all I know for now! But DON'T WORRY..I will get better!) So, the next bonita is LeiLani..goodness..she can sing really well, had a trio-duet with her last fireside, SHE WAS AWESOME! ok ok next bonita is Joanah! DA' PLAYER! si, guitar player..(what are YOU thinking!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*duh* DA' PLAYER again..(LOL) and Tasha..our new amiga from Florida! yee haw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Again, abajo is cuadro of Lani, Tutu, Mahera (mi roomie) and Yo! Aren't we all bonitas? SI! I was trying to promote the "Hersheys" if you haven't notice..haha [Slogan : A Hershey a day, we happy everyday!] Haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Abajo, [Dos Bonitas = Chuiyi &amp; Claudia] Si! Si! It was in my room, when this picture was taken, pretty cool backdrop huh? Hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0609.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's ME, Claudia and Mahera..posing to seduce..muahaha [not so seducing, kinda funny..really]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YAY! I first PICTURE with the NUTCRACKER's! Weehee! They look stunning huh? [Haha] I thought they were just a little too rigid..But oh well..as long as they stand still for the pose..so it's cool! Hahahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are the "marmalade" under the Christmas tree...hahaha Sexy looking creatures huh aren't we? I love this picture...see how diverse we are..from Left Phillipino, Tahitian, Bolivian and Malaysian!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There must be something with me and trees...Yea..this is another picture of me with "da tree"..amazing huh? LOL but I thought it is cool...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all the pictures taken on that day...We had fun..with christmas lights..and christmas decors..with some good friends...and pretty dresses..haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-113468047701691064?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/113468047701691064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=113468047701691064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/113468047701691064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/113468047701691064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/12/17th-ward-and-friends.html' title='17th Ward! and Friends...'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-113437725399071176</id><published>2005-12-12T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:47:54.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Development Class!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we go!! This is one of my favorite class..from the left is our teacher, Sis Alisa, Nobu, Jim, Chris, Erik and Carolyn.. =o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-113437725399071176?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/113437725399071176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=113437725399071176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/113437725399071176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/113437725399071176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/12/student-development-class.html' title='Student Development Class!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-113437649126830398</id><published>2005-12-12T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:34:52.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy ThanksGiving! Wee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okie dokie..I know it's been a while I did not upload my page, but there you go! Some pictures from the past few weeks =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Above Maniacs..were the girls in my neighbourhood. We were on our way for our Thanks Giving dinner! (I know it's bright as crazy, it was actually LUNCH) So before lunch we just posed a pose..Muahaha.. ((People look there, UNIVERSAL GROUP! there's Malaysian, Florida'n, New York'n, Phillipine'an and Tahitian)) Just lovin' the 'an..hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at this group of hungry people...busy with their food..BUSY BUSY..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A group of us..**again** STOP COMPLAINING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just another group of people =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thats our Bishop and his wife! Serving us..how..wonderful.. I tried getting a picture of them TOGETHER..just..did not work..they turned out to be camera shy..hehe&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just a bunch of "CHOIRS" wanna be's...this is the Finale Pose..haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Although the "dinner" looked simple, but it was simple fun..This was the very first ThanksGiving Dinner I have ever had in my life. It was pretty cool, we had turkey, stuffing, hams and other weird good stuff like "pumpkin pies" I honestly don't like it. But hey..there's always new things to find out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-113437649126830398?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/113437649126830398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=113437649126830398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/113437649126830398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/113437649126830398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-thanksgiving-wee.html' title='Happy ThanksGiving! Wee!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112949416746392686</id><published>2005-10-10T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T04:25:38.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The NEWLY WEDS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO newly WEDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;hehe Happy Looking couple eh?! YUP! That's our beloved Mohea and her hubby bubby Keli'i ! They were married on the 8th October.. I missed their wedding reception..but the next day I was invited to go to an unofficial dinner =). It is always good to see a friend got married and look happy the next day..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;CON&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;GRA&lt;/span&gt;TES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112949416746392686?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112949416746392686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112949416746392686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112949416746392686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112949416746392686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/10/newly-weds.html' title='The NEWLY WEDS!!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112838924790743004</id><published>2005-10-03T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T12:27:25.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2*th Birthday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember that morning I woke up around 9am, maybe a little bit later than that. Roomie woke up, making noises and kind of woke me up too. She closing and opening her closet..that squeaking sound was annoying. Anyhow, I got over it and got up. I had to use the bathroom, while she was getting ready to go somewhere. I walked out the door..turning right to the bathroom.. I .. SCREAMED &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"AaaAAaaAhhhhHHhh!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; below was what I saw...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/happyB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was the most surprised, surprise I have ever had nor seen. No body ever did that for me back home. I was so touched by their efforts for doing that for me. They woke up in the morning blowing that balloon, sticking those notes on the wall at 6am. Before I even woke up. There's notes writen on some of the papers. I would like to keep them personal because they are mine. But this was the sweetest thing ever..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_04701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_04701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's me and my birthday banner. I was so happy.. my friends made my day. They helped me start my birthday perfectly..Oh, let me tell you who they were =). Mahera, Joanah, Megan, Limei, Katherine, Jessica and Luisa..some made the banner and some signed the banner. I just want you guys to know that..I appreciate it and love it so much.. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Because is it OUTSIDE my room..I later decided to pull them out and stick it back IN THE ROOM so I can fill it up on my wall! Therefore, what you are looking at now =). So then, my precious Mahera took a picture of it for me..Can you tell the common colour?? LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0480a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0480a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;YAY! That's Mahera and me. Thanks to my camera that can use to set timer! 10seconds picture! NOT BAD! We don't need help..we can take our pictures ourselves! Wee Hee! Roomie, thanks for everything..I love my roomie.. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_04822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_04822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's me again! Wondering what am I doing? Haha it was Mahera's idea. We are about to have our own little party..what I was doing..I was making my own party hat!! YEA!!..typical paper rolled into a cone shape, clipped with some colourful ribbons..how cool huh? Look..I was happy..LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!! me again! with my HAT THAT I MADE MYSELF!! Wee hee!! I know I look adorable..so stop laughing!! LOL My roomie always have some wondering ideas...see now how much I love her? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0487a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0487a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay..here's Mahera and me again! YUP! She baked me a CAKE! well..brownies actually..but HEY! WHO cares?! I got a cake and candle to blow! Look how happy we are..for me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we go! the 3 rangers again! Yup! Joanah..me and Mahera..another picture taken by ourselves..I finally got to take a picture with them and the banner =D Look! Joanah got her homemade party hat too!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my goodness! I failed..LOL we were suppose to make a funny face.. I guess..they both were too funny..so I started laughing.. I am sorry..but I was laughing really hard...LOL..these two girls..spice up my birthday...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bravo! I am finally cutting my brownies! YAY! A year older and wiser! Happy Birthday to myself...this is the best birthday I have ever had in my life..and I am serious about it!! YAY!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112838924790743004?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112838924790743004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112838924790743004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112838924790743004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112838924790743004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-2th-birthday.html' title='My 2*th Birthday..'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112838373509354494</id><published>2005-10-02T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:09:47.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pre-Birthday</title><content type='html'>This is the first year of my life..I had birthday in other country than Malaysia. I don't know what it would be like until...the pictures below being taken...keeps the memories of it.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A day before Birthday :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Went out to town with my best Roomie Mahera, Joanah, Megan and HeiLani. Went to Costco, bought myself some personal stuff and guess what..I BOUGHT MYSELF A CELLPHONE FOR ONLY 40$! It's a pretty cool phone..Built in camera =D YAY Me!! That was the best day for my birthday..well at least a day BEFORE my Birthday..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The night before Birthday :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; James and Becky decided to go out for movies and pulled me along. So we went to watch "Ice Princess" which was pretty cool. It made me miss my mother a lot. But yea, the movie ended in a GOOD and PERFECT way. Want to know what it is about? Go find out yourself! LOL Then, we decided to walk James's sister home, and so we did. After that we then decided to go to McD which is just opposite her house. But it was close, but Chevron is 24/7! We went in and buy us some food and sat by the stairway right infront of McD. James went to buy a bottle of "Vanilla Coke" for us..so we waited. He finally got back and said, "Hey Chuiyi look what we got for you!" .. "awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...", I said. You will see that in the following pictures...I got a big muffin with a big white candle on it..how sweet...then "Birthday" song was sung. How..cute.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/beckyME3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/beckyME3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/jamesME3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112838373509354494?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112838373509354494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112838373509354494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112838373509354494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112838373509354494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-pre-birthday.html' title='My Pre-Birthday'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112772392356054742</id><published>2005-09-26T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T07:37:11.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break-The-Fast Potluck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_04338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_04338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the Opening prayer..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"SISTER'S! On your mark! get set! GO! TIME TO EAT!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This is kind of a 17th Ward style, the sisters go first then the brethren WAIT.. =D Look at all those yummy home-cook dishes..YUP! See, good thing about singles ward is..WE LEARN how to cook..and share it =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_04342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at all these sweet smiling, hungry looking sisters.. =D ((J/K)) Their plates were still empty =P very good sisters..very good..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_04351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hungry sisters at work..Don't you wish you were there? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALOTTA FOOD!! Yummy Yummy FOOD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..It's a variety of food from Asian to American to French to Polynesian to Romanian.. *drools* yup! GOOD FOOD..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_04361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bishop &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Hurry up sisters! the brethren are hungry!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_04381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0438.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0438.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hungry Joanah and her poor pasta.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Pasta here I come!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_04401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Uhm..wondering about the background. We were in Cultural Hall 1..er maybe 2..well..One of the Cultural Hall! But then we were asked to leave because we have to reserve the room for some other reasons..so here we are out at the pavilion, on those red benches and tables..VERY NICE..Once we got everything out..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;here we are again with smiley faces..and hungry souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. ;) That's Joanah, Sister and Elder Johnson..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_04411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0440.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0440.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0440.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0441.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ICE CREAM!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;yup there we go..our IC models..Layne, Julia and Leticia. Don't ask me! Ask Leticia!! =) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*you know what I am talking about* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hehe craving for ice cream I guess.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here we go Ladies and Gentlemen..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Red Sea departed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; By Lani and Benjamin..how did they do that? I have no idea..But they sure did a great job! Classic..truly classic.. Look at all those people.. ;) busy with their food! yum yum...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is the Left side of the RedSea..*chomp*chomp*chomp* &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan busy with his food&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nathan busy with his ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Emily..erm..can't really tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but I am sure it was FOOD!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here comes the Right side of the RedSea..obviously these people are now having their IceCream of their choice..Vanilla and Chocolate..WHO can resist the IceCream on that Break-The-Fast occasion? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Thanks to Bishop for the delightful desert!&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now now..WHO IS THE BOSS!? Yup! No other than our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ExtraOrdinary Bishop and Sister Bishop!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; Aww..so cute couple aren't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_04481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_04481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brother and Sister Pelton..Liddy and Rigby (I hope I spelt it right ;), if not don't worry let me know and I WILL fix it..hehe) Whata cute family..let you know..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;little kiddos are sitting on McD's french fries towel!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; How &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;C--U--T--E!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Reminds me of our cafeteria's lunch.. Yup! Chicken burger and fries... =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_04491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YAY! it was a REAL QUICK shot of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Leilani and Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..Smile for the camera! YAY!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_04501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some of them busy with their yummy stuff but yet took time for the camera! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;GOOD JOB!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Wee Hee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_04511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRAVO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;BRAVO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BROTHERS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;AND&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SISTERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOOD&lt;/span&gt; IS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_04542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_04542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_04581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_04581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember these faces..they are the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cool people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that let me take their pictures..regardless how awful a photographer I am..HAHA..j/k.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112772392356054742?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112772392356054742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112772392356054742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112772392356054742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112772392356054742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/09/break-fast-potluck.html' title='Break-The-Fast Potluck!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112735073404124076</id><published>2005-09-22T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:00:22.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dennis..Katrina..Rita..? Sounds familiar to you?</title><content type='html'>I am sure most of you WHO are interested in World News, have heard of Dennis and Katrina who hit Florida in the past couple weeks or months ago. Now Rita, Hurricane Rita is on her way to Texas. Evacuations, people refusing to leave, filling vehicles with gas, cashing money out, planning on where to go and how and when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The U.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;National Hurricane Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;said Rita's winds increased to 165 mph (265 kph) as it moved over the warm waters of the Gulf of Mexico after lashing the Florida Keys on Tuesday. The storm did little damage to the vulnerable Florida islands, but had intensified to a Category 4 storm by morning. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be more of other types of Hurricanes on the way, on Sunday our bishopric advise us to be ready for any of those that will be coming. They will keep us informed about the evacuations. On campus students will be place in the Stake center, whereby all the communities will be place in the Canon Activity Center. Everyone is so anxious about the coming of hurricanes, but there is actually nothing to be worried about if you are very well prepared =D. We were told to have out own grab and go bagpack. Things that we should bring along would be as follows;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bar of soap, wash cloth, hand towel&lt;br /&gt;- Emergency food (energy bar or snack foods, etc), water&lt;br /&gt;- Glasses or contact lenses (and lense care products), reading glasses&lt;br /&gt;- Emergency medical information - prescription drugs, ongoing meds&lt;br /&gt;- Extra underclothing&lt;br /&gt;- Shampoo, conditioner, brush&lt;br /&gt;- Deodorant, toothbrush, tooth paste&lt;br /&gt;- Razor, shaving cream&lt;br /&gt;- Other personal sanitary supplies&lt;br /&gt;- Extra set of car keys (in case you forget where you put them last)&lt;br /&gt;- ID (passport, visa, photocopy of everything in your wallet)&lt;br /&gt;- Slippers&lt;br /&gt;- Scripture, notepaper, pen, journals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything else that is important =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112735073404124076?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112735073404124076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112735073404124076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112735073404124076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112735073404124076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/09/denniskatrinarita-sounds-familiar-to.html' title='Dennis..Katrina..Rita..? Sounds familiar to you?'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112735169913234908</id><published>2005-09-16T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T09:14:59.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Chinese Dinner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/IMG_0430a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0430a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ale lu ah to ME! YUP! I cooked for the first time in Hawaii! Yeah! I am happy and proud of myself. Although the food doesn't look too grand, but hey! fill my stomach and satisfied me! I am the happiest woman! Okay what I cook was, WHITE non sticky rice (really miss those rice!) next to it was my homemade Sweet and Sour pork! Yea! then Salmon, the next one Tofu (bean curb) with shoyu sauce, and last but not least..Siew Bak Choy! YES! Vegetables! Are you not proud of me now? Muahahaha (because I am! hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_04311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look..these 3 lovely ladies were my guest! Mahera (my roommate of course) Megan and Limei! They kept praising about the good food I made..making me blush and proud! I hope they were telling me the truth! hehe But look at them! smiley faces..I guess they were really satisfied with the menu .. hehe&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/IMG_0432a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GRAND FINALE! YEA!! "Now you see..then you don't!" Look at all those emptied boxes! They or WE finished them all! Mahera was enjoying the Sweet and Sour pork and Siew bak choy..she was comparing the food with her home food. And believed that the way we eat and cook our food makes us slim! Uhm..boiled veggies, add on shoyu sauce and garlic oil? Healthy? YUMMY! So that was the end of our dinner.. =D They made me the happiest cook for that day! Next I am planning to make "wan tan" and "chi ma kai" (sesame oil chicken).. That will be on Saturday! Wee hee! My next day off of course..hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112735169913234908?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112735169913234908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112735169913234908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112735169913234908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112735169913234908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-chinese-dinner.html' title='First Chinese Dinner!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112590903795476701</id><published>2005-09-05T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T16:57:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School started..YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Summer is over and this is Fall. I can't wait for classes to start. Summer has been fun, working a lot and sometimes bored too. Fall started on the 31st of August, I was so excited and I still am. I can't wait to jump back to my study life. This term I registered for 6 classes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ICS 262&lt;/span&gt; (Culture Communication in Asia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anthropology 105&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;English 101&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student Development 101 (University life challenge)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Religion 121 (Book Of Mormon 1)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;unbelievable Exercise 174 (Jogging) at 6am in the morning!&lt;/span&gt; Me Jogging?? I think it is totally unbelievable..I hardly exercise for the past 23 years of my life. We had our 1.5mile run on the second day of class, it took me an hour to finish the jog. I think I was the last one who got back to the starting point..what a shame. But lucky me I wasn't the first one to start orelse I have no place to hide!! But I am proud of myself that I did the jog. The after jog sore was painful but HEY! it proved I JOGGED! That's what matters! As for my other classes, they are awesome. Lots of reading assignments and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am lovin' it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lots of catch up to do but I know I can do it! 2 months of Summer with no school work wasn't really fun at all! At least now I know I have some work to do after work. I have never realized that I would miss school this much before Summer ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112590903795476701?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112590903795476701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112590903795476701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112590903795476701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112590903795476701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/09/school-startedyay.html' title='School started..YAY!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112590492180179333</id><published>2005-09-01T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T15:30:04.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The girls and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/meganmelimei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/meganmelimei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, this is the very first picture of me with people from my homeland..taken in Hale 5. Limei, Megan and Melisa fortunately being place in Hale 5 which is the best Hale on campus! Just take a close look at the picture..my goodness! I couldn't recognise myself! I am so TANNED!! LOOK AT ME!! I am tanned and am PROUD. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112590492180179333?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112590492180179333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112590492180179333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112590492180179333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112590492180179333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/09/girls-and-me.html' title='The girls and me'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112590469382631573</id><published>2005-09-01T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T15:29:47.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New gang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/malaysians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/malaysians.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well well look what we have here, for the very first time in the Cafeteria WE CONQUER the WHOLE TABLE! (almost haha) These are the new faces of Malaysians in BYUH Campus =). All these familiar and smiley faces really does help in making each of us feel home. Dennis, Melisa, Megan, Tyler and Limei finally made their way through the air to Laie Hawaii..on the 18th of August 2005..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112590469382631573?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112590469382631573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112590469382631573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112590469382631573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112590469382631573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-gang.html' title='The New gang!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112590532839012865</id><published>2005-08-31T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T15:28:48.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka! (31st August)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/1600/my-flag1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5156/616/320/my-flag1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Negara Ku, Tanah Tumpah-Nya darah Ku, Rakyat Hidup Bersatu dan Padu .. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! I forgot my National Anthem! Help me!! Shame on me! Somebody! Help me! I was trying to sing the Anthem but I failed. For the first time in my life, I missed Malaysia's independence day. Being away from homeland for 4 months now. I have never thought I would miss the independence day. After all the years it has just been another day of my life. But now, it is something special to me. Forgetting the anthem..is a disgrace! Malaysia my homeland..my country..a place where I grew up a place where I spent 23 years of my life..a place where my family reside. My Home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: someone please remind me of the anthem..LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112590532839012865?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112590532839012865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112590532839012865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112590532839012865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112590532839012865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/08/merdeka-31st-august.html' title='Merdeka! (31st August)'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112418452254907346</id><published>2005-08-16T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T17:30:30.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Season Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Season = Spring" src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1060130263_likespring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Most Like The Season Spring ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh faced, with a young outlook on life - you&lt;br /&gt;smile at the world and expect it to smile back&lt;br /&gt;at you. You're mostly a bubbly, fun - innocent&lt;br /&gt;person. Described as cute possibly. However,&lt;br /&gt;you're a little naive about things and tend to&lt;br /&gt;be a little too trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;As the first season, It Makes you the youngest -&lt;br /&gt;and so most immature - but people are inclined&lt;br /&gt;to look out for and protect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done... You're the most fun of the seasons :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/??"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;?? Which Season Are You ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112418452254907346?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112418452254907346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112418452254907346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112418452254907346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112418452254907346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-season-am-i.html' title='What Season Am I?'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112418376996494180</id><published>2005-08-16T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T17:20:21.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of Gem am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sapphire" src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1060255265_opsapphire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**You are most Like A Sapphire**&lt;br /&gt;Dark, mysterious - but unforgettable. You have a deep&lt;br /&gt;beauty. Delicate, and shy you try to stay away from the&lt;br /&gt;limelight but often your intelligence puts you in at the&lt;br /&gt;deep end. You're like a Sapphire, because, your beauty is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;You're intelligent, full of opinions, and not big-headed about it all.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you need to put yourself out there, as you can be a bit shy.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations ... You're the mysterious gem&lt;br /&gt;everybody wants to have and learn more about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/??"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;?? Which Precious Gem Are You ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112418376996494180?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112418376996494180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112418376996494180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112418376996494180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112418376996494180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-kind-of-gem-am-i.html' title='What kind of Gem am I?'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112232522428930396</id><published>2005-07-26T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T05:07:29.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas In July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00231.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00231.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the July Christmas tree..Yup! we are having a Christmas in July in Hale 5 (my second place to call home).. =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00263.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00263.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ops! Not Yet! not Ready!! NOoooOOoo! =(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00271.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00271.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhh..this is A LOT better! Amen. =D&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0038.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0038.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the Christmas girls...from back left Catherine .. Mahera .. Lovely .. ME! (duh, of course) and Hannah ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00391.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00391.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Us again! We just can't get enough of that TREE.. can't you tell how desperate we are for Christmas now? =D &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112232522428930396?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112232522428930396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112232522428930396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112232522428930396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112232522428930396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/07/christmas-in-july.html' title='Christmas In July!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112232455493529494</id><published>2005-07-26T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T04:57:46.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday at Temple Visitor Center.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lovely..it was in the Visitor's Center. Yup! We have just finished watching the.. Ultimate "TESTAMENT".. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00171.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00171.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another member in the "SANE" Group *drums* Ladies and Gentlemen..Let me introduce to you .. from Left Da' Insane ChuiYi .. Da' Big Brother Brian .. Da' Smiley Joanah .. Da' Sane Mahera .. *applause* woo hoo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0019a.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0019a.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's us..Brian's Angels..Muahahaha aren't we something?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0020a.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0020a.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Brian..and the "shaka"! weee heee!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112232455493529494?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112232455493529494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112232455493529494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112232455493529494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112232455493529494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/07/sunday-at-temple-visitor-center.html' title='Sunday at Temple Visitor Center.'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112214905765428696</id><published>2005-07-24T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T04:04:17.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My HIDDEN talent..wow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/flowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are both very knowledgeable and creative.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be full of new ideas and potential - big potential.&lt;br /&gt;Ideas like yours could change the world, if you build them.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you don't stop working on your dreams, you'll get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uhm..what should I say to this? .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112214905765428696?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112214905765428696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112214905765428696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112214905765428696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112214905765428696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-hidden-talentwow_23.html' title='My HIDDEN talent..wow..'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112214859975101918</id><published>2005-07-24T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T04:08:12.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hawaiian Name!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b9eeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hawaiian Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#d4ffff"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/hawaiiannamegenerator/girl.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iolana Haimi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hawaiiannamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Hawaiian Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo Hoo! Me got me self a Hawaiian Name! Isn't it cool?! Want to find out about yours? Click on the link and you will find out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112214859975101918?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112214859975101918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112214859975101918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112214859975101918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112214859975101918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-hawaiian-name.html' title='My Hawaiian Name!!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112214810512568965</id><published>2005-07-24T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T03:51:22.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are the keys to MY heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif; HEIGHT: 1488px" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ff99cc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9fd2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa6d9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffacdf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb3e6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb9ec"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbff2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc6f9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage pessimistically. You don't think happy marriages exist anymore.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is something really interesting. I would say, some part of it are true some part of it are not. What do you think? =) Dare to try? Muahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112214810512568965?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112214810512568965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112214810512568965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112214810512568965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112214810512568965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-are-keys-to-my-heart.html' title='What are the keys to MY heart?'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112158998486113067</id><published>2005-07-16T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:01:33.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle of Bestfriend's BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00071.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00071.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new FRIEND! In our little circle of Bestfriends.. =) our Big Brother Brian! Weeoo Hooo! Yup..our second outing, our little barbeque session. You can tell by the food on the table. V-E-R-Y M-I-N-I BBQ..We were at Laie Bay Beach..I know the picture is not so clear but we tried our best!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00093.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00093.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Gosh..I think I was too pretty for the camera. Look at us! Nope nothing is wrong with your eyes..Just the picture..or maybe just the wind..Muahahahaha =D just keep blinking your eyes..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00102.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00102.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F I R E ! F I R E ! Someone call 911!! Oh well..I know, remember I told you it was a VERY MINI BBQ..yup..that's our little grill as you can it, it was pretty burnt up. I should have taken the picture of us grilling the sausages! What a Bummer.. I missed it..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00113.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00113.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how small our grill was? Well..take a look at this picture. NEVER under estimate a small BBQ grill, because they are BIG enough to make S'mores! Look at these 2 cheesy girls happily ever after with their S'mores..mmm yumyum..Okay, you must be wondering what S'mores are. Here is the story, obviously it's an american thingy. You know marshmallows? Yup, you poke it in a stick grill it on the grill. Wait till it kind of turn brown. Grab 2 pieces of crackers, place chocolates bar on both or one side of the crackers..Then what do you do? THEN you squash that brown melted marshmallows in between the crackers and chocolates..YUMYUM..that's when the chocolates starts to melt a little bit..FINALY..PUT THEM IN YOUR MOUTH AND CHEW IT!! YUM YUM!!!!!! It's the best thing you EVER tasted..It's call S'mores. Because you would always want to have SOME MORE!! ~~The End~~&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00122.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00122.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa..Look who's there! Yup Yup! MY big brother Brian..he was so happy..because..Uhmm I am not sure. I will probably ask him and update here again..Muahahahaha =D&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112158998486113067?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112158998486113067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112158998486113067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112158998486113067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112158998486113067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/07/circle-of-bestfriends-bbq.html' title='Circle of Bestfriend&apos;s BBQ'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112107522958120907</id><published>2005-07-02T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T17:54:49.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief Society's BBQ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0138.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0138.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this picture looks silly, but we were trying to make a basket out of the water melon..I didn't take picture of that basket..but I will get someone to send it over to me!! I promise!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0140.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0140.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's us again..(Don't sigh!!) We are the BOMB! Yes we are..woo hoo! You should know their names by now..Haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0141.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0141.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this BBQ at Bro.Wilson's backyard..our ward has a REALLY COOL Grill!! Oh oh! can you see the water melon basket behind us! That's what me and Mahera did! Wee! aren't we "da bomb" !&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/RSgroup.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/RSgroup.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are! Ward 17th RS members! These are NOT ALL..I still have more pictures coming to my email and I will show you OUR girls! I was called as "Friendship Co-ordinator" in our RS. So, I have to organize activities for all our RS so that they can get to know each other and really KNOW each other..and YUP! the BBQ Went PERFECTLY FINE! I am so glad for all the supportive sisters..Gota love 'em SISTA!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112107522958120907?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112107522958120907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112107522958120907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112107522958120907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112107522958120907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/07/relief-societys-bbq.html' title='Relief Society&apos;s BBQ!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112107431988647082</id><published>2005-07-01T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T17:43:39.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second time RAINBOW!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0132.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0132.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm..maybe we really like taking pictures..these pictures taken before we went to Costco, Walmart and Tamura. Yup shopping for our RS's BBQ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_01272.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_01272.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanah and her pear with Mahera..uhm..It's just funny how natural the picture was taken..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0128.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0128.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea! yea! Mahera and me..for some reasons..our colour was really matching...haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0137.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0137.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that!! On the way to those malls..RAINBOWS!! OH MY GOSH!! the SECOND Rainbow I have seen being here in 2 months!! It is driving me CRAZY!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/rb1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/rb1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..this is the last one..DO u see what I see in the picture?..........................YES!! it's at DOUBLE RAINBOW!! RAINBOWs here are AWESOME!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112107431988647082?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112107431988647082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112107431988647082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112107431988647082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112107431988647082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/07/second-time-rainbow.html' title='Second time RAINBOW!!!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112107332314384074</id><published>2005-06-24T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T17:20:14.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out town on a TRUCK..Yes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_01271.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_01271.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..let's see if you could guess where this picture was taken!...................................... got it yet? Muahaha we were at the back of a truck..yes a truck! We were on the way to TOWN! YES! FOR THE FIRST TIME!! It was so cold and windy..we brought comforter and pillow while the driver (the guys) is inside the car..By the way, that 2 funny looking woman is Joanah and Mohe'a!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0129.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0129.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..Here comes ME! and my Roomie! Mahera! Yea! Look at us..trying to smile in the wind..but still we are B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L .. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112107332314384074?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112107332314384074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112107332314384074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112107332314384074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112107332314384074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/06/out-town-on-truckyes.html' title='Out town on a TRUCK..Yes!!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-112107183174050385</id><published>2005-06-17T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T17:07:51.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First ADVENTURE to HA LE IWA! Yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0114.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0114.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! This is our first picture taken in HALE IWA! We actually wanted to go Walmart but ended up here because of the kind lady shuttle driver told us that we might not be able to catch the last shuttle back to campus if we were to go there..so there we are! IN HALE IWA! Wee!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0111.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0111.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the very first place we needed to go on that day was..Yes..the toilets..LOL Look at these 2 naugthy person..at the Ladies is Lovely and Men is Joanah..naughty naughty..hehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0117.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0117.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! Our first Adventureous Dinner! L&amp;L One of the BEST chinese food cafeteria! YumYum! Seafood Combo with Curry beef..Oh My Gosh! By the way in the picture is..Joanah and Mahera..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0119.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0119.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum Yum..Deep Fried Shrimps..mmmm miss those yummy food! Makes me feel like home...Look at those nasty and evil faces..HAHAHA poor shrimps..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0118.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0118.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at us..kind of a tiring smile. Haha, can you see the L &amp; L right behind us? Yup! that's the name of the cafeteria..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0125.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0125.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what was wrong with these 2 girls..One look insane..the other just look..not comfortable around her..HAHAHA&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-112107183174050385?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/112107183174050385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=112107183174050385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112107183174050385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/112107183174050385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-adventure-to-ha-le-iwa-yeah.html' title='First ADVENTURE to HA LE IWA! Yeah!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111830471290361415</id><published>2005-06-09T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T16:37:00.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RainBoW in Hawai'i!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00881.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00881.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! That's the VERY FIRST RAINBOW I SAW IN HAWAI'I! I was extremely excited over it! I am the kind of person who would "AWE at nature" Sorry..I don't care if it's annoying! Muahaha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0090.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0090.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the Rainbow of course! It was so BEAUTIFUL! *like me* hehe just kidding =). But it was really Beautiful.. I love them&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00951.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00951.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanah and Me! Posing for the rainbow! It's fading away!! Oh no!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00981.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00981.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Mahera! Joanah! and Lovely! Hurry up GIRLS! Rainbow's FADING AWAY!! Argh!!! Hurry!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111830471290361415?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111830471290361415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111830471290361415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111830471290361415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111830471290361415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/06/rainbow-in-hawaii.html' title='RainBoW in Hawai&apos;i!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111821924672765811</id><published>2005-06-08T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T16:29:01.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Royal Family</title><content type='html'>Malo E Lelei! means GOOD HEALTH in Tongan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys, THIS IS GOING TO BE GOOD! Remember I told you about the Royal that is coming over tonight? YES! And they did! I was so very nervous about it!&lt;br /&gt;Before I tell you about the experience. I got to tell you something really spooky.. Yesterday after I have gotten the news about the Royal family of Malaysia will be coming over, I was so nervous and anxious! I told my best friend about it and they were so happy about it! Of course then I told you guys too..and Mum was asking me to take pictures with them! So, last night was really difficult for me. So I decided to say a prayer and went to bed. Don't want to think to much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual..when you sleep you have dreams! Yes! I dreamt! I dreamt! I dreamt that the prince and princess came! and they were seated at one of the section with 2 little kids! I was so very nervous for serving them, I have to be at my best behaviour and best service! I got their order for drinks, so I went to the kitchen and take them drinks. BUT felt like it's taking me AGES to get out from the kitchen! I was told by one of my workmates that I have to use a bigger glass and fill it up with the drinks they ordered! I was saying it's so very weird! And this is taking too long! I have to get out and bring them their drinks! Argh! It's getting me on my nerves!! I was sooo nervous! But I finally got out from the kitchen and served them drinks, I kept apologizing to them. Almost all the guests in the restaurant has left..I was so worried that they will get upset about it. I was so nervous until I have to force myself to wake up! Then I slept back again..I saw them again in my dream! I was sooo worried they get all mad and angry ONCE again I force myself to wake up!! And I did..and the dream vanished..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the morning, I told my Mahera and Joanah about the dreams..they were so excited for me and happy for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, later in the evening it's about time to get to work. I was still very nervous! I can hardly smile! But I have to smile! Elisha the Royal's tourguide came into the restaurant! I saw him I was like.. ELISHA! THEY ARE HERE!? He said YES!! Then, I asked him what language can they speak? HE said MALAY BUT You can speak to them in ENglish too, they are very good. IT was a relief..I am so glad I can speak English with them! My Malay, is the worst compared to Mandarin! I don't want to embarassed myself in front of the Royals! No way! So since they are our VIP guests in the restaurant (Super Ambassador guests) well they are not the only one of course. Super Ambassador package is the most expensive package in PCC (&lt;a href="http://www.polynesia.com/"&gt;www.polynesia.com&lt;/a&gt;) so whoever purchased this package are our VIP's. I was asked to served them by my supervisor because I am Malaysian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay since they are Super Ambassador's, they get to have their food served. So Elisha came to me in the Kitchen so I have to bring them their drinks and buns. Then I went out with Elisha..and there I saw a man and a woman with 2 kids. Dressed up NORMAL, and I MEAN NORMAL T shirts, jeans..that's it. Just like anyone of us. NO ONE WOULD EVER THOUGHT that they are ROYAL. I was so suprised, NO BODY GUARDS, NO JEWELERIES, just normal people. They were VERY LOW PROFILE. I was so impressed. Remember about my dream? The prince and princess with 2 kids? I saw them in my dreams before I even MET THEM in person. I saw them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I introduced myself to them just like how we are suppose to do to other guests. I was so very nervous and anxious and excited! They asked me where I am from, which school I went to, how long have I been here. And I asked them how long have they been here, how do they like it here so far, how's the food, did they enjoyed the show. There was interaction between the 5 of us. I cannot believe it! I spoke to Prince and Princess of Malaysia for the first time in my life! And, the Prince complimented me that I have very good English. A Prince? compliment me? OH my gosh! Was I dreaming again?? No! It's real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought them their salads, drinks, desserts of different kinds. I asked which is who's? The wife said, "Oh you know what, you can just leave them on the table, we would just want to try each of them, just leave them in the middle." See what I mean? VERY LOW PROFILE. They even said Thank you to me! I told them, No way! I thank you for giving me the honor to SERVE you! I told them how excited we are to have them here. Oh..before I actually started talking to them, I asked for forgiveness if I am to speak rude to them, and they said "Oh it's okay, don't worry about it" What a pain relief..Agree with me? Warm nice and friendly? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their dessert, I asked if I could take pictures with them. The Prince said, "Oh yea Of course!" and I took pictures with them!! Oh my gosh!! First time in my life ever! I took pictures with Malaysian's Royal Family! Argh! pinch me!! punch me! Wake me up!! This is AWESOME!! And so, we took the picture. And they were about to leave, I went over to them and greeted them. Shoke their hands and say good bye. The wife, wished me good luck and all the best in my studies and she said this "when you come back to Malaysia, come to Perlis and look for Istana, we will be there don't worry knock at our door and Bring the picture" I was speechless and happy..don't know what to say but "Thank you" with a BIG SMILE was all I had to give. The husband, give me a huge hand shake and hide 20$ in his palm and give it to me. I told him "Oh no!! I can't take this!" He said "Oh no it's okay, take it for minum or buy books" I have this chill in my bones. Me took pictures with the Royal family, Me served them food, Me shook their hands, Me got compliments and wishes from them and Me got tips from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this the greatest thing to have to experienced? I am so proud of myself that I get to serve my own country's Royal family. Now I have something to talk about with my family and children.. If it wasn't the church I won't be here in Hawai'i working in Polynesian Cultural Center in one of the finest restaurant, Ambassador Dinning and serving the Royal family from my own country. I am so very grateful for this wonderful experience and opportunity. Thinking about it, I had to travel almost 20hours of flight and be in a country 18hours ahead from home, to meet Prince and Princess of Malaysia. What a great blessing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please see the attached picture file...me and my leader for Super Ambassador today and the Royal family of four..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Royal family &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111821924672765811?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111821924672765811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111821924672765811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111821924672765811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111821924672765811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/06/royal-family.html' title='The Royal Family'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111818480481678922</id><published>2005-06-08T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T06:53:24.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Essay (Experiences in BYU-H)</title><content type='html'>Ng Chui Yi&lt;br /&gt;1120098&lt;br /&gt;Over 23 years of my life in Malaysia, I am now here residing in Hawaii. I am attending school here in this multicultural and multiracial little town. When I first got here, a friend of mine came and pick me up from the airport. He came walking towards me with a big smile and give me a big hug that I can never imagine! We never did that back home. He came with a friend, because he cannot drive off campus. Then, we talked and walk to the car, me being so excited stepping my foot in the United States for the first time just ran to the car and opens up the door on the left side of the car. His friend was like, giving me a look and both of them laughs. A fast glance into the car, I went, “Oh my gosh! Driver seat!” It was a good laugh for them, from then onwards I knew I had to get used to the new cultures and laws.&lt;br /&gt;On the way to campus, my friend Boon told me that I will enjoy my life here for as long as I am here. He said that the living status is Hawaii is slow and easy, not much stress and no hassle at all. I didn’t believe him at first, because of how fast Brian was driving, I was thinking to myself, I drove this speed at home. The scenery, is awesome. I started to plant a feeling in my heart, “I love this place!” We finally got to campus that day, safe and sound. My first glance at the campus, “Awesome!” my first glance at the temple, “Beautiful!” That’s when the seed of the feeling I have planted started to grow.&lt;br /&gt;I was sent to my friend’s place Junko, I was staying with her two days before I get to move in Hale 5. I got out form the car, I was welcomed by the Hawaiian breeze. I love it. I met Junko’s housemate, they are just the prettiest and friendliest people I have ever met. We hugs and kissed on each other’s cheek. I was like “WOW, that’s how things work here?” I was a very warm welcome besides the breeze. Surprised? Of course I was. Me and my friends never did that back home! That was the very first culture that I’ve learned in Hawaii. It was weird at first, but it’s not that bad at all. It’s just a way people show love and a “really nice to meet you” attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Once I have settled down in her house, we went to Foodland. How? We walked! Besides the both of us, I noticed MOST people walked 5 to 10mins to get to the closest market to get their daily or personal things. I remember back home, to get to a market just 5 minutes walk away, we took a cab. Besides that, there’s a lot of walking around campus! But, walking around in this little La’ie, is so much of fun. Windy all day long, sometimes you even have to put on a jacket and walk around under the sun at 3pm! Can you not imagine now, how wonderful is the weather here? I honestly love it here!&lt;br /&gt;Boon took me to the café for the first time in the campus on the first day. Food, yes food, there is not other reason but food if you go to the café. “American food!” was the very first thing that comes to my head. Burritos, sandwiches, salad, orange juice, clam chowdery soup, bagles, and so much more! I was thinking to myself “There is no place like home!” Where is mum’s stir fried spinach? Herbal chicken soup? Steam white tofu? I left those yummy food 18hours behind! American food, I do like them back home, I thought I will have no problem dealing with it, but when I got here I don’t think so I was right! I can’t! I miss my home cook food!&lt;br /&gt;As days goes by, I am getting use to the food there. As long as they fill me up and I am not starving I will be fine with the food. So, here I am today, eating café food for the pass 3 weeks I was here. It’s not that bad. At least they don’t cook the same thing every day. One more thing is that, I thought I eat a lot when I was back home. One bowl of rice is not enough for me and at least 2 bowls of delicious home cook herbal chicken soup to satisfy my hungry stomach! I dropped my jaw, when I see how people eat here! Amazing! They eat MORE than I do! So, there we go, it explains so clearly why Polynesians are so huge! But, no further comments, because that is how they are. It is just so nice to see I am not the only one that eats a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, I moved out from Junko’s place and moving into dorm. I was very excited! Can’t wait to get in here, unfortunately, the room wasn’t ready because the seniors hasn’t move out yet due to busy with finals. I was okay with it, TV lounge has air-conditioning! Stayed in there with three more girls. One from Singapore (my country neighbor), Mongolian and New Zealand. Four of us are from different countries, it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;People here are just so warmth. Everywhere you go, no matter off or on campus, they will just smile at you, sometimes they’ll even say “Good morning” , “How are you doing?” and everything else that comes to their head. They portrait’s a very friendly environment here for me, and I like it so very much. Although I am from a country that resides many different races, religions and cultures, we don’t walk around and greet each other like this, even neighbors. People here are just so different from back home. More friendly and warmth. Sometimes it just made the communication easier.&lt;br /&gt;But still there are some difficulties being in a multiracial and multicultural places. I do made a lot of friends during orientations, classes and activities. Some are from Malaysia, some are local, some are from the mainland, some from other countries and some are from difference islands. When I happened to tag along with Tahitian, if they are in a group they just tend to speak in their own language. It really irritates me a lot, because I do not understand their language, and I do not know how to response to that. They just made me feel left out, because I feel like I am not part of them.&lt;br /&gt;It might sound mean to tell them to “Speak in English please?” but I’ll have to explain to them, it be easier for me to communicate and interact with them. They would say that they are sorry and they would start speaking in English again. Just about five minutes later, it goes back to the original, that it’s when it really starting to annoy me. In this situation, I would just keep quiet and let them be. Did not really want to offend them, so I quit asking to the speak in English. They are just comfortable speaking in their own language. I was thinking to myself, I might do this as well if I am with some of my Chinese friends. So, here I learned to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we can get along very well with someone who is not from the country we are from. That would be amazing, but sometimes it’s just a lot more comfortable to hang out with people who are form the same country we are from. Because we know what to talk about, and we can speak with a language that we are able to communicate with each other. It just makes us feel like home, we are not alienated within our own people. We complained about the food that we do not like, we talk about the best food we have had back home. Being with people from our own country keeps us alive and visible.&lt;br /&gt;However, being with people who are different helps us to learn about ourselves, especially the culture differences. My roommate, she is Tahitian and non-sponsored student. Last week she bought a lot of food home from Walmart, roasted chicken, cheese and hams, and she puts everything in the fridge. The next day she invited me to have lunch with in the room, and being me, I said okay! She took out the chicken and bread. I asked her “Do you want me to go kitchen with you?” and she answered “Why? I don’t need to go there”. I was like “Don’t you need to heat up the chicken?” and she answers again “Nope, no need.”&lt;br /&gt;Because we are going to have sandwich with cold roasted chicken! Isn’t this something new to venture about? I was worrying about getting stomachache! Anyhow, I had it anyways, and it wasn’t really that bad of a taste. So, I am beginning to accept the cold chicken sandwich. I am somehow beginning to accept the food here, it is not as bad as the first time anymore.&lt;br /&gt;After being here for almost three weeks, I begin to feel like I have adapted to the culture here. Hugs and kisses on the cheek is no longer weird and strange thing for me. I begin to find myself doing things the locals do. Back home, we dress up to get out of the house, over here people just walk about with shirts and jeans and flip-flops. Fashion isn’t really something big here, as long as everyone puts on anything that is comfortable, that’s it.&lt;br /&gt;I now, believe and take heed of the words Boon told me, life here is so slow and easy and no hassle. I am from a city that practices “Time is money” everything has to be done quick, time is not enough. Coming here, there is a huge adjustments that I have to make, in order to be in tune with the living style here. I just have to slow down in doing things that I did faster the last time. However, time will really help me in fully adapting the living style and cultures in this little small town Laie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111818480481678922?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111818480481678922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111818480481678922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111818480481678922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111818480481678922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-essay-experiences-in-byu-h.html' title='My Essay (Experiences in BYU-H)'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111818463746755842</id><published>2005-06-08T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T06:50:37.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little bit to share..</title><content type='html'>It has been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a month and 7 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now in since my arrival to Hawai'i. I remember the first day I got here, I was very excited. At the same time, some bitterness. These were the few questions I asked myself, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What am I doing here?" ; "Why did I leave all my responsibilities at home and most of all my family?" ; "Can I cope with the environment here?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questions upon questions, with no answers to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; As I travel in my friends car I looked around Honolulu. Signboards and road signs that look so alienated to me. What is all this? What does it means? Driving on the right side of the road? What is wrong with their road rules here? All of this just freaked me out totally!&lt;br /&gt;Along the journey which lasted about an hour, I looked all around the highway. It's pretty much the same as back home; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;coconut trees,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;birds,&lt;/span&gt; highways, buildings, cars &lt;em&gt;(just not as small as ours)&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OCEANS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(nope nothing like back home)..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will share my first essay for my Communication class in the next link. It's all about the experiences I have had when I got there. So, pretty much of my expression is in that essay. Well I got 8/10 for that essay, I guess it was pretty much good for a start..&lt;br /&gt;As time passes by, I have got the answers to all my questions. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am here to future my studies, to meet and learn about different types of people, to get an education and to go progress with my knowledge to make a change to my family's life and my own life from not so good to better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Can I cope with the environment here? OF COURSE! The Lord's help will come along in all these trials and confusions and discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;In those pictures, some people I met during my stay here in Hawai'i. I have mentioned a few names, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mahera and Joanah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. They are the best friends I know on campus. They are my shoulders to cry on no matter what. Homesick, Bad grades, fruastrated at work or school or with people around me. They cheer me up. They are my second family members. They are the best. I am so very grateful to Heavenly Father for giving me such good friends to bear my sorrow and pain and happiness with me when I am so many miles away from home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111818463746755842?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111818463746755842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111818463746755842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111818463746755842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111818463746755842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-little-bit-to-share.html' title='Just a little bit to share..'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111830349060490655</id><published>2005-06-06T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T16:07:15.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Temple Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00741.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00741.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after church on Sunday morning..we were walking back to our dorms. Another beautiful Sunday..windy and perfect weather. That's Bonita, Mahera and Joanah..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0076.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0076.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe the same Sunday..Bonita, Mahera and ME! **of course! how can they miss me in the picture! NO WaY!!**&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0080.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0080.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, we just have the little chemisty with trees. Look this is another picture of Joanah and me with the .. TREE TRUNK!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00821.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00821.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of my favourite picture! That's..**yup** My roomie Mahera, adopted roomie Joanah, our Lovely friend (yes, that's her name too! SWEET RIGHT?!) and of course..ME! **YEAH!**&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111830349060490655?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111830349060490655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111830349060490655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111830349060490655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111830349060490655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/06/second-temple-visit.html' title='Second Temple Visit'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111822209872722633</id><published>2005-06-05T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T17:40:47.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Pinoy Idol"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0030.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0030.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pinoy Idol contest! Yup organized by our Phillippine's Club on campus. They are having singing contest for the club members! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0032.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0032.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our best friend..Joanah and Lovely. Singing "Love move in mysterious ways" by Joanah and accompanying by Lovely the guitarist..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00501.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00501.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luis, one of the 12 contestant..Sang "Spanish Eyes" caught the audience attention..Rawrs and flowers. He sang really good! No one expected it, Luis Luis..you've got talents and you hide it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00411.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00411.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Polynesian's SANG VERY GOOD! Was really impressed, but the judge said they should work individually. They have the potentials! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00521.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00521.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny! Paul..sang a song and suddenly these two girls jumped on the stage and accompanied him in his song.."Livin La Vida Loca" They dance pretty good! Paul kind of "Don't know the lyrics" haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00532.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00532.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another silly picture of VC and me..I forgot I zoomed in the camera!! Argh! The horror!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0055.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0055.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ops..the 2 mc's saw me taking pictures and made a pose..then here come's one of the judge trying to make a space..but...FAILED!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00601.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00601.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go..this is a better picture of the Mc's. Cannot NOT take a picture of them! They are one of the entertainers!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0061.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0061.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US! Finally got to see next to each other after the long contest..here's US! Smiling at the camera! YAY!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00651.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00651.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta da! That's Lovely and her group of friends singing the intermediate song while waiting for the judge to count the points for all the contestants!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00721.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00721.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen..and the Winner is...LUIS! The Spanish Eyes SINGER! YAY!! The crowd was so huge! and everyone was SCREAMING for LUIS! and He was being advised..or rather suggested to take part in BYU-H Idol next term!! YEA! He can do it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111822209872722633?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111822209872722633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111822209872722633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111822209872722633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111822209872722633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/06/pinoy-idol.html' title='The &quot;Pinoy Idol&quot;'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111793927826234829</id><published>2005-06-05T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:58:31.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to La'ie Hawai'i Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanah and Mahera at the Laie Hawaii Temple of The Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter-Day Saints&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00061.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00061.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my roommate Mahera and me at the Temple..our very first picture at the temple! LOVELY!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0007.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0007.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me! And the sculpture of Jesus Christ..in the Visitor Center. I just wish I could climb on it and stand RIGHT next to Christ..that would be AWESOME..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00081.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00081.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanah, myself and Mahera. Under the open arms of Christ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00092.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00092.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahera pointing at her Tahiti island on this HUGE rotating globe in the Visitor Center =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00121.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00121.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's us! and the little Hawai'i Island! We were chasing after it! The globe keep rotating!! argh!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanah and the temple view..BEAUTIFUL..oh she want to be make known as the "Mermaid Joanah"..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00201.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00201.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Roommate and the temple..I took this picture. I am so proud of myself that I took this perfect picture..HAHA but my roommate just..magnified the beauty of this picture..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00161.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00161.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's.............................ME! Chui Yi! and the temple! Don't I look beautiful? Look at my hair! You know how strong the wind is now huh? I look beautiful because the Temple..magnified me. I love La'ie Hawaii Temple..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00281.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00281.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahera and Me at the tree trunk..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0027.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0027.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahera and Joanah..at the tree trunk..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0029.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0029.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahera, Myself and Joanah..yup..no where better but the tree trunk again..hehe =) this is our favourite picture..We love it..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00262.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00262.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me (again) hehe and right behind me is the sculpture of Lehi blessing Joseph..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00251.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00251.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool picture! Taken by my professional photographer, my roommate..one of our favourite too!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111793927826234829?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111793927826234829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111793927826234829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111793927826234829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111793927826234829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/06/visit-to-laie-hawaii-temple.html' title='Visit to La&apos;ie Hawai&apos;i Temple'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111793772397968184</id><published>2005-06-05T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T10:24:07.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uku Le Le night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is US 3 BEAUTIFUL best friends..they are the ones that worth me singing the song "What friends are for.." ((Yes ME SING))&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00041.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00041.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mohea and her boyfriend Keli'i. And he is holding the Uku lele!! Awesome musical instrument =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111793772397968184?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111793772397968184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111793772397968184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111793772397968184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111793772397968184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/06/uku-le-le-night.html' title='Uku Le Le night'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111793724674818792</id><published>2005-06-05T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T10:11:51.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawai'i Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0127.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0127.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the moon in Hawai'i..SO HUGE and SO BEAUTIFUL!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0128.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0127.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second picture .. B E A U T I F U L&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111793724674818792?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111793724674818792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111793724674818792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111793724674818792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111793724674818792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/06/hawaii-moon.html' title='Hawai&apos;i Moon'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111793451559382301</id><published>2005-06-05T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T10:04:32.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Sea Life Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0088.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0088.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonita, Kellie, Joanah and Christina. We went to the Sea Life Park! AND being a worker in PCC, with our ID card we got in FREE!! It was awesome! Orelse we will have to pay 70$ !!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0089.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0089.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanah, Christina and ME! At the Sea Life Park..yup You are right! FREE ADMISSION!! Hail PCC! (ID card)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0093.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0093.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seal and Ball..Awesome Seal! She can dance! She plays soccer! She claps! She .. uhm .. whatelse&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0095.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0095.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! She is an ARTIST TOO! Cool huh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0097.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0097.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha! GOTCHA!! See how mad he is at me? His FIERY eyes..I thought, he could swallow my fist!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0098.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0098.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I kissing?? Nemo of course!! and Christina..kissing that HUGE flesh eating BRUCE...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0100.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0100.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeee! Penguins! They stand so still. I thought they were fake ones..but They MOVED! This is a really all the way zoomed in picture!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0101.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0101.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the LARGE 7up. I think everything is just so HUGE here!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0102.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0102.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina and Joanah..I would call them sunglasses girls..can you see me reflected on their sunglasses?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0103.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0103.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Proud Bird..with her back at the AUDIENCE..Bad bird! Bad bird!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0104.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0104.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our cute little Rigby! He was doing that shaka hand waves! I missed it!! But oh well I got the picture so =P&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0120.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0120.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a HUGE Dolphin! Graceful swimmer! the show was GREAT! With my battery didn't run out! Or I could record them! Shame on ME!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111793451559382301?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111793451559382301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111793451559382301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111793451559382301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111793451559382301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/06/visit-to-sea-life-park.html' title='Visit to Sea Life Park'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111793397940853582</id><published>2005-06-05T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T09:18:16.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lei Making Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0081.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0081.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Roommate, MAHERA. Me at the back and Michelle from Denmark =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0079.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0079.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Joanah! I was posing for the Lei that matches my uniform for work..Haha don't I look like the Sun? uhm.. Maybe the Moon? Haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0082.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0082.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh..Look at me! With my Messy Hair! and weary Smile?? IT WASN'T ME!! Gosh! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111793397940853582?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111793397940853582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111793397940853582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111793397940853582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111793397940853582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/06/lei-making-night.html' title='Lei Making Night'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111468014043729218</id><published>2005-04-28T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T07:47:34.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grand Ballroom Dancers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is PICTURES OF THE BALLROOM DANCE!! Wee!! HAIL BALLROOM DANCERS! The next few pictures you will be seeing below, are pictures of the grandest ballroom dance I have EVER SEEN! They are also students of Brigham Young University but located in Provo, Utah, US. They have this ballroom dance classes that Hawaii does not have! This group of dancers has won a few championships in UK for GrandBallroom dancing! I am soo proud of them! With the rich blessings from our Heavenly Father, they succeeded! The dances was awesome, they made me laugh and cry.. trust me, I have never seen a GrandBallroom so grand... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next..they were singing! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing of the dances.. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were AWESOME..I love them..their next tour will be flying to New Zealand..**wish I was one of them** &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111468014043729218?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111468014043729218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111468014043729218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111468014043729218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111468014043729218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/04/grand-ballroom-dancers.html' title='The Grand Ballroom Dancers'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111467977189985082</id><published>2005-04-28T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T17:18:24.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marquesas Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marquesas people have a very unique musical number, I wish I can record them! I did some but can't upload on this blog, because it doesn't support (or maybe just I don't know how to use it..Haha. But these guys were AWESOME! and I KNOW THE GIRL! Just forgot her name.. **my bad** &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the closing show...NICE! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111467977189985082?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111467977189985082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111467977189985082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111467977189985082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111467977189985082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/04/marquesas-village.html' title='The Marquesas Village'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111467828869542766</id><published>2005-04-28T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T17:08:37.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Samoan's Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0047.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0047.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this one!! This guy is AWESOME! Guess what was he doing?? He was using 2 wild hibiscus tree trunk (a big log and a smaller stick), scrubbing them on each other, and the smoke starts coming out from the bigger log! THEN he uses this dried coconut on it, then smokes starts coming out from it!! and POOF!! THERE WERE FLAMES!!! and HE MADE FIRE!! Everyone there was like "WOW"!! Amazing huh!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0048a.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0048a.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay can anyone tell me what you see in this picture??&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111467828869542766?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111467828869542766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111467828869542766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111467828869542766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111467828869542766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/04/samoans-village.html' title='The Samoan&apos;s Village'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111467783905860630</id><published>2005-04-28T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T17:12:26.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Canoe Dances.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember which Island these canoe dancers are from but took some pictures of them. Although you can't see the dances, but observe their clothings, they are different. And let me tell you something, these awesome dancers are all students of Brigham Young University-Hawaii. Thanks to all the tourist that comes to the Polynesian Cultural Center, the money they paid and will be paying, will all be transferred to the University, so that it can be use to sponsor students who want to better their education. And I am so proud to be part of this. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111467783905860630?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111467783905860630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111467783905860630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111467783905860630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111467783905860630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/04/canoe-dances.html' title='The Canoe Dances.'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111467748514326740</id><published>2005-04-28T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T16:58:36.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tongan Village.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0031.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0031.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sing really good, I've learned something about the Tongan that day. The drums that they are playing on is made from cow's skin! And they can create a REALLY loud music! Cow Power! I don't know what were they singing about but the musical piece was WONDERFUL..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0035.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0035.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is AWFUL..LOOK AT ME!! ARGH! Want to know why? Haha it's funny, this guy got a sweat body..haha somehow my hand's touches his body and .. EWWWWWW sticky!! As you can tell from my face..haha but it's all good :) Had fun!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111467748514326740?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111467748514326740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111467748514326740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111467748514326740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111467748514326740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/04/tongan-village.html' title='The Tongan Village.'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111442063769302999</id><published>2005-04-25T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T17:20:39.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night at Hukilau Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00261.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00261.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's US! (from left Bonita, Adam guy in Blue, Tatiana girl right in front, behind her VC, behind VC Neena, next to VC is Christina..and the last one in WHITE..KRISTINA..yea.. like there's no other names huh? hahaha but both are cool people..hehe our FIRST NIGHT (and I really mean at night) at Hukilau beach! There were some other guys too..just not sure where were they then..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_00241.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_00241.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were crazy..haha we are on our way going to Hukilau Beach at 10pm..we played soccer..freezbies too!! I KNOW!! at 10pm?? As I have said before the MOON WAS REALLY BRIGHT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0022.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0022.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon!! the BRIGHT BRIGHT MOON IN HAWAII!! Nice huh? it just look so close to the earth..and it was like 10pm! and STILL it's BRIGHT OUT THERE!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111442063769302999?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111442063769302999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111442063769302999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111442063769302999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111442063769302999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/04/night-at-hukilau-beach.html' title='A night at Hukilau Beach'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111441979965454855</id><published>2005-04-25T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T17:09:07.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing with Kristina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww look at that GOOD LOOKING sign board.. I love it.. and right behind it is the Stake Center, where all the wards are at..you know church services..hehe beautiful Stake Center..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0020.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0020.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go..another picture which is better..that's the main entrance of the campus. What you are looking at now is a (car..haha) but yea the building is the McKay Foyer..where all the classes are at =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0019.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0019.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Campus..this wasn't a good view..haha because I was standing at the wrong side of the road..and took a bad picture..sorry guys.. I tried..hahaha (not) &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0018.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0018.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEE!! Look at this Kiwi Girl..haha Yup she's a good friend =) Her name is Kristina! A New Zealander..She is kaa ray zz! We were at the Temple beach..getting ourselves tanned up..hahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111441979965454855?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111441979965454855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111441979965454855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111441979965454855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111441979965454855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/04/outing-with-kristina.html' title='Outing with Kristina!'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111431256950064359</id><published>2005-04-24T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T11:57:25.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hukilau Beach Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0016.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0016.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture at the Hukilau Beach! looks like the waves is coming after us..haha oh oh oh you see the sign we are doing in the picture? That's their sign means "hang loose" or called as "shaka" in Hawaii..(I learned their sign language already..haha)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0015.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0015.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all of us! At the Hukilau beach! Brushing the sands off us! taking this beautiful pictures..Oh man.. I love the wind! Look at our hair..hahaha so funny..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0013.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0013.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio and the Gang..Haha funny people..I love them..these are the people from the orientation as well..some of them are locals..FUN PEOPLE I'LL SAY!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The QUEENS of the Hukilau beach! (Thank goodness the swing with fall) Hahaha these girls are AWESOME, meet them at the orientation (from left Lilika from Tonga, Neena from Malaysia she's my travell companion, Joanna from Phillippines, ME!! of course haha the last one Tatiana from Russia!) &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!! ME AT THE HUKILAU BEACH!! Another awesome beach after the Temple Beach, as you can tell.. I am happy =)) &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111431256950064359?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111431256950064359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111431256950064359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111431256950064359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111431256950064359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/04/hukilau-beach-outing.html' title='Hukilau Beach Outing'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111431250040767368</id><published>2005-04-24T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T11:54:03.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La'ie Hawaii Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Laie Hawaii Temple of the Church of Jesus Christ Of Latter Day Saints. I am so grateful to be able to live so close to the temple for the next 3 to 4 years. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111431250040767368?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111431250040767368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111431250040767368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111431250040767368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111431250040767368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/04/laie-hawaii-temple.html' title='La&apos;ie Hawaii Temple'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111431238417248170</id><published>2005-04-24T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T11:53:35.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!! *should be the very first word you say* YES!! This is the very first picture I took of the beach in Hawaii! This is call the Temple Beach, why? Because it's right in front of my church's temple..they perform Baptism here..nice blue beach..*I love it* &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111431238417248170?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111431238417248170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111431238417248170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111431238417248170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111431238417248170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/04/temple-beach.html' title='Temple Beach'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111431229247278871</id><published>2005-04-24T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T11:52:53.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise In Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK!! This is ONE of the good pictures I took..hehe on the plane!! About reaching Hawaii! Look at the SUNRISE!! Beautiful isn't it? &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111431229247278871?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111431229247278871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111431229247278871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111431229247278871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111431229247278871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunrise-in-hawaii.html' title='Sunrise In Hawaii'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111431218000068455</id><published>2005-04-24T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T11:51:12.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Stop Over in..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0074.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0074.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it yet?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee!! After an over night in Taipei. Got a ride to the airport again and the next destination was a surprise!! Do you know where am I now in this picture?? (don't I look cute..HAHAHA j/k) &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111431218000068455?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111431218000068455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111431218000068455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111431218000068455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111431218000068455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/04/next-stop-over-in.html' title='Next Stop Over in..'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111431186649852537</id><published>2005-04-24T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T11:47:45.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taipei Transition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0059.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0059.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously..that's me..AHAHAHA that's me in TAIPEI! after 4 1/2 hours flight from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. I finally reached Taipei ,Taiwan for the transit. YES OVER NIGHT! Weather in Taipei is windy too..good weather!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0060.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0060.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutie pie =)) me and Neena. Who took the picture? My camera..Who? TIMER!! Ahahaha my camera has a timer.. *wink*wink* coolio huh? By the way, that's our room in Taipei, in Toayuan Holiday Hotel. The place, not too bad =))&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0067.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0067.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me what is the MAIN focus in this picture?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0069.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0069.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is COOLIO, can someone take some time to GUESS what is that?? hahaha let's see if you are smart enough..hehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111431186649852537?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111431186649852537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111431186649852537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111431186649852537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111431186649852537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/04/taipei-transition.html' title='Taipei Transition'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111431163386805188</id><published>2005-04-24T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T11:43:31.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airport BonVoyage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0052.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0052.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries* Yup, that's my family, at the airport, sending me off to the other side of the world..this is sad..but..weird..they look happy in the picture right? (I wonder what were they thinking)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0053.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0053.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture..my brother, mom and my sister..the BEST PICTURE ever..and I love them too..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111431163386805188?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111431163386805188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111431163386805188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111431163386805188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111431163386805188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/04/airport-bonvoyage.html' title='Airport BonVoyage'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111431093013803467</id><published>2005-04-24T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T11:41:23.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Puchong Group</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0028.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0028.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puchong group family picture!! Look at this happy family... I love them =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111431093013803467?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111431093013803467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111431093013803467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111431093013803467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111431093013803467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/04/puchong-group.html' title='The Puchong Group'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111431043263459783</id><published>2005-04-24T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T11:39:09.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYOB Rangers and memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0045.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0045.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the camera! and SMILE! hehe that is Fida and myself..don't we look cute? (I know we do!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0044.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0044.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me and Yung, the IT guy in MYOB, he is the ONE and ONLY! oh..the computer's behind, it was for me to record my beautiful for the company's IVR system..(glamour eh?) haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0043.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0043.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha yes, can't get enough of these people?? (from back left Cheryn and Ken)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0042.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0042.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee!! The angels..Look at the decent smile..hehe (from back left Waimee, Liling, front left Wendy....and..ME!!!!!!!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0042.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0042.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee!! The angels..Look at the decent smile..hehe (from back left Waimee, Liling, front left Wendy....and..ME!!!!!!!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0041.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0041.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ladies and gentlemen, the picture that you are looking at now, is my third family. Haha yes, these are my fellow coworkers in the same department I am =) the ULTIMATE Customer care department. Don't we look cool..haha WE ARE THE BEST! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0026.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0026.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these people..and the guy at the corner..haha weird picture but cool people (from left Waimee, Chen, Cassandra, the isolated man Vincent, and the Queen on the throne Anusha) HAIL DA QUEEN!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0024.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0024.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Waimee..as you can see, she is being brutal to the logo..but still she looks cute..hehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0025.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0025.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go..Don't this look better..Chen and I are kind of lifting the logo..we are proud chickas..Muahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/IMG_0023.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/IMG_0023.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww look at that! Don't I look BEAUTIFUL...muahahaha..that's me at work..and that's my tidy desk..I am a good employee, because I don't mess around..haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111431043263459783?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111431043263459783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111431043263459783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111431043263459783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111431043263459783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/04/myob-rangers-and-memories.html' title='MYOB Rangers and memories'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814460.post-111269842270077339</id><published>2005-04-05T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T19:13:51.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lunchie Farewell with fellow coworkers =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/Pict0036.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/Pict0036.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the Birthday's buggies..Smiling happily..cutting the cake.. Happy Birthday!! weeeeeeee!! ((haha one year older..something new for this year huh..))&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/Pict0032.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/Pict0032.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one family picture..haha I have no idea what Justin is trying to do (guy in the middle) But I sure look awesome with that horns.. *evil laughs* muahahahhaaha (Suddenly Gauri's awake)..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/Pict0031.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/Pict0031.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww..look at them..looks like a Happy Family (NOT!!) These are my Department's Rangers..from the back left Vincent, Jimmy (da boss!!) Beng choo, front row from left Waimee, Rachel, ME!! ME!!, Anusha and Gauri..(don't know why her eyes close)..Why Gauri?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/Pict0023.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/Pict0023.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THAT...A set of accessories..aren't they BEAUTIFUL?! (mind you, they are from Kenji) Muahahahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/Pict0020.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/Pict0020.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SURPRISED!! Guess!! Guess!! what it was!! (ner ner ner ner ner)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/Pict0019.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/Pict0019.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening the lil gifts my coworker gave me..(they wanted me to pretend surprised..) I was having trouble..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/640/Pict0018.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/64/3240/320/Pict0018.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that face (you can tell I WASN'T READY!!) but oh well..picture taken..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814460-111269842270077339?l=dasurvivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/feeds/111269842270077339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814460&amp;postID=111269842270077339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111269842270077339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814460/posts/default/111269842270077339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasurvivor.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-lunchie-farewell-with-fellow.html' title='My Lunchie Farewell with fellow coworkers =)'/><author><name>Chewie-Bites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03608628405953196409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZLiMS2tb6Y/SAmwISIReEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlAtxBn7eKg/S220/418477199_23bf6f139f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
