<?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-33410101</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:05:13.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H E L L - S t y l e</title><subtitle type='html'>EVIL - REBELLED - DEATH - BELIAL</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-8173607966990302801</id><published>2007-03-19T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T11:03:44.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Tarot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot/chinese/19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You are The Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Happiness, Content, Joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes after the long dark night, Apollo to the Moon's Diana. A positive card, it promises you your day in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. As the moon symbolized inspiration from the unconscious, from dreams, this card symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. You have an understanding and enjoyment of science and math, beautifully constructed music, carefully reasoned philosophy. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pretty amazed that i had got myself a quite positive tarot. Anyway, nothing is certain and sure for this kind of test. Not really believe on this type of personal and characteristic analysis as it is too wide  and general in descriptions. But somehow it does motivate me. Have to strive harder to make myself what had been "predicted" by the tarot card. Hence, not a mystic play; instead a psychological games. Try it if u want to! No harm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-8173607966990302801?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/8173607966990302801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=8173607966990302801&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/8173607966990302801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/8173607966990302801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2007/03/evil-tarot.html' title='Evil Tarot'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-116992061390907320</id><published>2007-01-28T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T01:56:53.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil's Mouth II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/361521/head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/644567/head.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;20 &amp; &lt;st1:date year="2007" day="21" month="1"&gt;21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;  January 2007&lt;/st1:date&gt;, I had my last two days at my KL house. I still clearly remember 2 of all the meals I had in KL during that 2 days. The first meal was the lunch on 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. My brother brought me to a housing area at &lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Serdang&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename&gt;Old&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Town&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The stall which sells this famous &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomyam&lt;/span&gt; mee is situated at one of the corner lot in the housing area. The house which had been used to become the selling stall does not looked outstanding among the ordinary house if you are just passing by. In order to know the location of the stall, you must be the “old rat” of that area. Since my brother had been living in serdang area for almost 5 years, he knew every corner of that area. LOL. So, I’m lucky to have such an experienced food tour guide. We sat down and straight away ordered the one that my brother recommended to me. Hmm…… and I did the right choice by following his advice. LOL. I managed to take some photos as proves~! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/483789/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/728083/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/42573/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/126271/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/648891/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/211253/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/40941/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/685028/4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The last day in KL, I still have the “fook hei” to enjoy delicious and satisfying meal with my brother. We headed to a Chicken Rice shop by the road side also in the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Serdang&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename&gt;Old&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Town&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. We chose the shop because we had decided to eat&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; “white chicken” (steamed)&lt;/span&gt;. So, my brother suggested this because it is special with its sauce. I agreed, and the half chicken we ordered was really juicy and tasty. Hmm.. Luckily we both were fulled with appetite and managed to finish it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/622222/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/683128/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/92383/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/876172/6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/751008/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/30579/7.jpg" alt="" 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/33410101-116992061390907320?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116992061390907320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=116992061390907320&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116992061390907320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116992061390907320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2007/01/devils-mouth-ii.html' title='Devil&apos;s Mouth II'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-116953115442049952</id><published>2007-01-23T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T13:45:54.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL Training II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/787724/head%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/332451/head%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hell Training&lt;/span&gt; continued…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the middle of the first day night, we were aware of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;somebody intruding&lt;/span&gt; our male barracks. Then, we remembered that we were supposed to take care of our teams’ flags from being stolen. Then it must be them to steal our flags by that time. Some other people were sleeping like a pig that time. But luckily my team leader was awaked and takes good care of the flag. Till the end, only our team’s flag was not stolen. Another team was lucky because their flag was being hid at the back of the door. We were so proud and relieved when we knew we were the only team which managed to protect the flag well. Bravo to our team leader! Horrey! We actually cheered for our team leader to show our joy. Flags which had been stolen were burnt in front of us. Sick. Felt sympathy to other groups. One of my friends almost quarreled and fought with the army. That is what we called the true “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;amygdale hijack&lt;/span&gt;” I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The second day is the toughest training we had and the real team building took place. We had our first jungle tracking at the morning 0200 something. I still remembered that we were darn blur that time until when we really walked into the jungle then only I realized that we were doing a jungle tracking training. It was so dark that time and none of us were allowed to bring a torch light. Hence, we tried to grab anything we can. Some of the girls even grabbed thorn in the jungle. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ouch! That hurts&lt;/span&gt;. There was mud everywhere. Yucks! It was that time that my shoes tore off and broke. Oh my god, bloody mud sucked my shoes off. Shit man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After the tracking, we went back to sleep. The second jungle tracking happened to be at 0700 if I’m not mistaken. It was a bit brighter this time. Then we were told to accomplish one task given. We had to bring along fishes with us in a pail containing water. The level of the water was measured and we were not supposed to spill it. At first, we were shocked because it was going to be tough since we had gone through it last night and we knew it. And now they wanted us to carry a pail with fishes?! OH man, kill me. Anyway, our team was foxy; we carried it our own way. We put all the fished in a bottle and covered the pails with a plastic beg so that other teams won’t know that our fishes were not there. Pretty smart huh. Most important of all, we were not breaking the rules because they did not state that we can not do this. LOL &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We managed to gone through the jungle tracking in 4-5 hours time. It’s really a memorable experience. During the rest, I realized that why they wanted to put us 2 times jungle tracking. My interpretation is that because the first time, it was dark and we just managed to help the person next to us. However, at the day time, we managed to rotate our position and help each others. The strong will hold the weak and the well-fitness will lead the team. We were actually gone through an evolution of team spirit all this time. Indirectly, we learned it from what we did.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; Really was a priceless experience.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/627799/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/176050/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;"we are jungle trackers!" (there are a waterfall behind, but can not see clearly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/177673/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/206957/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;The prize as the best team in the camp! Horrey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/328861/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/255651/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Take a pic with our tutor, miss lee. (nice posing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/199454/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/682799/4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;we were given a certificate on "team building" by the University of Defense! COOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will always keep this in mind until the rest of my life. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. Security does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than exposure.     ~Helen Keller~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-116953115442049952?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116953115442049952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=116953115442049952&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116953115442049952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116953115442049952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2007/01/hell-training-ii.html' title='HELL Training II'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-116947756380800613</id><published>2007-01-22T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:52:43.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil's Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/58716/head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/403487/head.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;19 January 2006, i just arrived at KL Central waiting for my big brother to fetch me. Actually i had came to KL for 2 days, staying with my friend at Wangsa Maju before i headed back to my house at Seri Kembangan. This time, the mission is to get myself some CNY shirts and pants. Anyway, i manage to EAT EAT and eat too during my time at KL. This began when my brother fetched me from KL Central. We decided to have our dinner at Bangsar before we head back. This is because my stomach already drumming aloud. Second reason would be to avoid traffic jam. So, my brother said why don't we have our dinner and chill out first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/218064/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/195207/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/763028/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/71220/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/980154/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/526017/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright, so we finally reach the "Night Life Town" according to my brother. Well, we decided to have our dinner at the "OUTBACK Steackhouse" at one of the corner of "Bangsar Village I". Seems like a aesthetic place to dine. however, we were abit curious on the title of the shop. "Why it is called outback?". The manager replied, "Because when it get started, the restaurant entrance was at the back of the shop. And it had franchised all over the world and as popular as McD in US". Hm, sounded neat. I guess we were in the right steak house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/260884/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/864989/4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/941766/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/599554/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/270812/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/776358/6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/142478/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/790496/7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/66499/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/833802/8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/309161/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/917669/9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/296499/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/683321/10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/51978/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/730353/11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;satisfying meal....we headed back after the dinner. But the journey of EAT EAT and eat did not end here. To be continued.....&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/33410101-116947756380800613?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116947756380800613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=116947756380800613&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116947756380800613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116947756380800613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2007/01/devils-mouth.html' title='Devil&apos;s Mouth'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-116834225839794407</id><published>2007-01-09T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T19:30:58.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/902925/head%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/156512/head%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he gathering time was &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="6"&gt;6.30am&lt;/st1:time&gt;, and obviously I was at the roundabout in my university at &lt;st1:time minute="10" hour="6"&gt;6.10am&lt;/st1:time&gt;. I’m the first one who arrived at the gathering spot and tried to let my sub-conscious mind awake. A gentle breath in and out while waiting the rest to appear; my mind told me that, “alright, this is going to be an unforgettable memory for me”. Yes, I and my entire fellow classmate who took “Organizational Behavior” (BOB2027) were heading our way to the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename&gt;Defense&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; at Sg.Besi, Selangor. The day we decided to take this subject as our elective, we had a well-prepared mindset for some challenging stuffs coming ahead. And the day finally comes. Everyone finally shown up and my group were proud because one of our group mates who suffered from dehydration also participated in this activity. While waiting our beloved lecturer (Miss Ong) and our tutor (Pei Leng) to check on the attendance list, we took the chance to shot photo group by group. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/669295/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/173520/01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(hamza, kiru, yong ching, yola, lee hui, kwee foong, ah chai, viranjit, me, and james)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the photo we took before we go, I can only feel that we were going as a group, as a team. But the spirit and force from the internal self was low. We were a team just because we were meant to. We had been arranged. So, we had not yet gone through anything. Basically, we were a bunch of classmates being grouped together going for a challenge in the jungle with pretty optimistic mindset. The mission of creating “one band, one sound” was still a dream.    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/564384/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/512512/02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/61320/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/356586/03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we were all divided into team formed by interracial members. above were group of my buddy, edward and ah foo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/414485/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/346135/04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/567620/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/760872/05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;some of the nice pose we managed to capture before departing. featuring from top: edward, sing soon, and ah foo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still clearly treasured in my mind that what we did on the bus. The driver was screening “King Kong” on the bus and some guys complained that it was too noisy. Thus, after the first stop at the highway rest stop, the driver stopped the movie and everyone can enjoy their peaceful rest. The most important thing was to get enough sleep and get ourselves prepared for the tough and rough activities. I slept and when the time I woke up, we were almost there. When we reached the front gate of the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename&gt;Defense&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; (or previously known as ATMA), we were liked “oh my god, the soldiers looked pretty smart and cool with their uniforms on.” However, it gave me some sort of pressure that we were going to face a very strict and harsh team building training.         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Then, I managed to see the overall environment of the defense academy from my fast glances. I can see soldiers marching in the campus, soldiers jogging in pairs, soldiers cycling in pairs, and the field is big yet being fully occupied by the soldiers. Apparently, they were going through lots of physical training. “Can I do these? Can I pass the entire physical test given?” I asked myself. After a few moments, I said aloud in my heart, “I can do it. We were a bunch of daring teens and risk-takers.” “Nothing should be afraid of and since we had taken it, we go for it!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We stepped down from the bus and we were greeted warmly by the soldiers and committees in charge. Probably just not to freak us out at the very beginning. And well, my guess was right. Right after we registered ourselves and put our luggage aside, we were ordered to be in team at the line. Then, we were brief one some safety stuff in the “&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;Soldier   Way&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;” and I bet you know what I mean here. It means they expect firm and loud response from us. So, common response we gave was like shouting “Ya, Tuan!”, “Faham, Tuan!”, “Boleh, Tuan!” etc. Not so sure why they like to shout and be so aggressive in army training. Probably that is another way to boost our inner confidence. Because at the moment you shouted out you can do it aloud, you have to some how make sure you mean it. That is how soldiers motivate their trainees I guess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/414657/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/184493/06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; the army life started....shout louder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/576403/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/559321/07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;intructors who gave us some briefing on "Do" and "Don't" in the camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/9996/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/395153/08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/444865/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/848284/09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;we making flags for our team....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/774728/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/947284/10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/492354/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/133874/11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;we were performing the war cry(cheers) for our team...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/883997/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/672778/12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;one of the facilitator taught us how to sing the army song "Darah Satria"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/951804/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/560389/13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;we open our mouth widely to give our best in singing this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we were divided into males and females before we were guided to our living room. On the way to our room, we never expect much in our mind. Our lecturer had told us that there was a possibility that we might need to stay on the tree top. LOL. Luckily, we were accommodated with a soldiers’ barrack. However, the condition of the barrack was awful. Seemed to be abandoned some a period of time, with all the spider web around and unknown insects or animals shit on the floor. Anyway, it was not so bad after all because the room was windy and had electricity. Thanks God for that. One more thing is that, the toilet was just nearby within a few footsteps away. Good for us. Good news would be: we don’t have to sleep on the floor but instead on a portable stretcher-form bed which we need to “build” it on our own. Alright, before lunch time we managed to settle down with our living room.            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Everyone was hungry and lunch finally arrived. The meal looked great and better than what we had expected. But…. LOL, there is always a “but” because thing wont go on so easily and smoothly. When we were so excited to eat as much as we can, we were told we going to use plates and glasses provided by the army. Yupe, and that is when hell style began. When we approaching the containers with all the plate and glasses. Holly shit, the plates and glasses were so dirty, some with curry oil sticking on it, some with unclean rice sticking on it, some with mud inside the glasses. Argh…. Have to wash it before we use it, but the first glance of the plates and glasses was vividly inn our mind. Thus, it somehow affected our appetite. Furthermore, we had to eat with our bare hand. (Obviously we as Chinese people were not used to it) Anyway, we still managed to push the food inside our stomach. But imagine eating with our hand which we used to clean off the curry oil and mud. Yuckss… Just not going to do that ever again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/232434/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/819073/14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;everyone in sub-conscious or blur-mode...too hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/186900/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/767568/15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;the condition of the female room...the insect shit or animal shit is all under the bed...even the kacang kulit can be found....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/320337/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/995412/16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;this is what i mean by using our "bare hand"!follow the rules of beggar when u r in their community..sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We started off the first activity with obstacles cross. Some called it as “commando cross”. Well, sounded simple since I had joined few camps before at the Hutan Rekreasi playing the same thing. However, the feeling was totally different. We had some weak members in the group. Every time we passed through all the barriers leaving the weak one behind, we need to motivate them from the other side. And here, we managed to form a good teamwork. We learned to give positive reinforcement towards our team members. We learned to give confidence in them by putting it in ourselves first. At the time we told them that they can do it, we need to prove to them that the tasks were easy and we managed to do it. So, indirectly, it built confidence in us being a role model. We cheered for them, we motivated them, we encouraged them, we praised them, we complimented them, we appreciated their efforts, and we comforted their failures. That is all about Organizational Behavior and it had been practiced out so suitably to the situation at that time. Never leave them mentally alone, the greatest motivation is not merely holding their hands but to heal their weak heart and fear mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/421011/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/256342/17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;"tangga kambing" demonstrated by our beloved miss ong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/12277/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/936952/18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;climbing the 6 feet wall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/916752/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/479536/19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/952710/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/853848/20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;hohoho...i feel like a tarzan when i pass this obstacle!~wo wo wo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/506618/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/794558/21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;some other "strike" straight into the water.......and some...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/821560/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/318720/22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/222512/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/348259/23.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;make it double when they failed to save their team mate!~lol......but indeed a hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/995138/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/814125/24.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;some fly like a bird .....(some sort of kung fu kick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/972650/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/369847/25.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;some would just give up easily...arh....just walk la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/637139/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/932179/26.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/334543/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/21665/27.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;i can do it like a monkey.....hu hu ha ha ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/703491/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/784291/28.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;miss lee doing "tapak gajah"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/904182/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/908813/29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;this is the only obstacle i failed to reach the top...just a few inch more...but i'm totally exhausted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/1600/51554/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3396/3668/400/271408/30.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;correct way to put the leg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;To be continued…..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-116834225839794407?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116834225839794407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=116834225839794407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116834225839794407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116834225839794407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2007/01/hell-training.html' title='HELL Training'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-116405053445580163</id><published>2006-11-21T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T03:25:27.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/head%20copy.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/head%20copy.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was doing my “duty” of distributing flyers at MP with KL and FJR (voluntarily). Since it was a voluntarily job, so we decided to give ourselves a lunch break. LOL! It was about twelve at &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="12"&gt;noon&lt;/st1:time&gt;. Before the competition start and all the guests arrive, we slipped out for lunch. First thing I thought of in MP was to enjoy a good meal at KFC. FJR had the same thought as me. However, some of them (other friends) were uncertain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After pondering for a while, they said “Subaraku” (a Japanese cuisine shop). At that time, KL showed us his membership card of a shop called “&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chicken Rice Shop&lt;/span&gt;”. On the card, it stated that a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15% OFF&lt;/span&gt; if we show the card to them. Without further consideration, we head for the shop which is just next to the Japanese shop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;impressed with the interior decoration.&lt;/span&gt; Not Christmas decoration but at least it was nice and warm. As soon as the waitress came and served us, we show her the card and asked whether the card was still valid. Then, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she said the card is just for week day&lt;/span&gt;! Argh, our fault! We should have read it more carefully and meticulously. FJR tried to joke with the waitress by asking whether we can still leave. However, the waitress did not give a polite response. Her reply seemed to have figurative meaning of “&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we don’t need you…you can leave if you want to&lt;/span&gt;”. “What the hell man!” No business man would expect their staffs to treat customers like that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT delighted and NOT EVEN satisfy &lt;/span&gt;with the service. It is the worst treatment and service ever!Evil witch, you  just wait and see, Santa is coming soon and he will punish you!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Starting that moment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interior design = cage / trap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CRS member card = passport to enter the cage / trap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waitress = witch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The food = bait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken Rice Shop = “Black shop”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We = innocent group of teenagers who are too obsessive and sensitive to the word “discount”.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;That was not all the story yet.&lt;br /&gt;When all the dishes arrived, we noticed that it lacked of “&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soup of the Day&lt;/span&gt;”. They never served the soup yet though we had finished everything. We were in rush since the competition was going to start soon. So, we just paid the bill and did not question much. But my interpretation is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;“Soup of the Day” is just for Week Days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Unless the menu mentions that it is “Soup of the End”!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KILL ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~~ &lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;a RM11.00 lesson learned!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/1.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/1.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/2.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/2.7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/3.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/3.5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/4.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/4.5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/5.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/5.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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/33410101-116405053445580163?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116405053445580163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=116405053445580163&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116405053445580163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116405053445580163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/11/hell-chicken.html' title='HELL Chicken'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-116384842728238921</id><published>2006-11-18T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T19:16:09.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience Vs. Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/head%20copy.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/head%20copy.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;oday (&lt;st1:date style="font-weight: bold;" month="11" day="17" year="2006"&gt;17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;  November 2006&lt;/st1:date&gt;), I attended my Organizing Behavior (BOB2027) class at 1630 as usual. But, the class started off unusually. First, there was some sort of electricity disruption before the class start. It was all dark inside the class but I and my fellow friends were still sitting inside just to enjoy the air-cond. Just right after the lecturer Miss OPT entered the class everything seemed back to normal. How would that happened? Basically, it just meant that our hope of canceling or postponing the class was vanished. Too bad too bad!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway, things changed a bit better when the lecturer said that she will show us one movie in this class. She said it was a movie based on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Helen Keller true story&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks god! That time, I was like though we have class but at least I can try to take a nap during the screening. LOL! However, the movie did not start as boring as I expected. Oppositely, it was quite interesting…..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It was a story featuring Helen Keller’s life during her childhood and how she started to learn her first word in her blind and deaf world. Helen was like a small devil with evil attitude during her childhood. She was bad tempered and behaved in vulgar manner. She was too protected and pampered by her mother. Soon, before they give up and sent her to special care home, a lady who brought miracle to Helen’s life appeared. She started to teach Helen&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; the most important thing in life – “language”&lt;/span&gt;. With her patience and love, she helped Helen to gain her life back! Now, she could “see” and “hear” even she was blind and deaf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Few&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; attractions&lt;/span&gt; in this (Disney production) movie:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Very      cute Helen Keller cast by Hallie Kate Eisenberg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/pretty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/pretty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li value="2" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Interesting      fight between Helen and her teacher, Anne Sullivan. (especially the one      they slapped each others during dinning time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super      detail subtitle&lt;/span&gt;. (this movie was meant for those who are deaf as well,      thus everything were in subtitle including when the frogs are cracking,      birds are chirping, etc)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Funny      Helen’s brother, James cast by Lucas Black! Such a sarcastic man and full      with jokes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pretty      mom of Helen, Kate cast by Kate Greenhouse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/cast.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the later life, Helen came out with a famous quote:    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt within the heart.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Glad to have chance watching this inspiring movie~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/poster.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/poster.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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/33410101-116384842728238921?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116384842728238921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=116384842728238921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116384842728238921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116384842728238921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/11/patience-vs-evil.html' title='Patience Vs. Evil'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-116336417369223188</id><published>2006-11-13T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:42:53.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/head%20copy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/head%20copy.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t had been a long time I never &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;meet with my alpha group mates&lt;/span&gt; especially those who migrated to Cyber starting Beta year. Every time I went cyber, I was bonded with my works and thus left no time for meeting them. On 11th of November, I had reunited with them because they came to Melaka. The one I miss so much is Hsien Fu. Really been a long time “&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;missing&lt;/span&gt;”. I was once thinking that he might have stopped studying here. The others, though not meeting but still have some chats on net. The mood was great meeting them all back. Just like old time when we crapped together in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, according to them, there are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;some missions to complete&lt;/span&gt; in Melaka:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First, is to seek the existence of legendary juicy “pork”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Second, is to “shop”!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Third, is to get their hand dirty with “seafood”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fourth, is to browse around “Jongker”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fifth, is to eat Satay Celup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of missions, and I guess we just managed to accomplish part of it. I met with them at 1pm noon. After that we went for lunch at TC Spring. We spent some time there waiting for another friend. Soon, we leave the place and head for the first destination (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dataran Pahlawan&lt;/span&gt;) despite the rain. Afterwards, we continue our tour to “&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nadese&lt;/span&gt;”. It is a Shop well-known with its layers cake (original). We had some chit-chat just to make time past and waiting for the stomach to give dinner signal. Luckily, the feedbacks were not bad from my friends. Otherwise, I would have been beaten by our “Yok Jeh”.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it’s time for seafood! We went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Portuguese settlement &lt;/span&gt;and start dumping all the crab, prawn, fish, lala, squids into our stomach. For me, even the shell of prawn! The meal was satisfying since the place and environment was great. It has superb view and nice breeze. The food was even more astonishing. Fantastic~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next pit-stop was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jongker Street&lt;/span&gt;. [Digest in progress] I just bought a “ZHULIAN”, nothing else special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, we went for some drinks before we separate. It’s &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Asian Havana Café&lt;/span&gt; where I had been to for second time. This time I tried some new drinks and it was delighting. Really hope to gather with them once again in coming days. Still have some mission not accomplish yet. (or) Perhaps, I will go and find them at Cyber next time~ Friends Forever! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/1.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/2.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/2.6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/3.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/3.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/4.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/4.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/5.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/5.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/6.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/6.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/7.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/7.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/8.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/8.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/9.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/9.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/10.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/10.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/11.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/11.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/12.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/12.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-116336417369223188?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116336417369223188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=116336417369223188&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116336417369223188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116336417369223188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/11/nostalgia-quest.html' title='Nostalgia Quest'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-116257596175749583</id><published>2006-11-03T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T01:46:01.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/header%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/header%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is perfect if she is blessed with pretty or cute face;&lt;br /&gt;She is perfect if she is blessed with nice curve;&lt;br /&gt;She is perfect if she create charming smiles;&lt;br /&gt;She is perfect if she create enchanting laughs;&lt;br /&gt;It is a combination of perfection for beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Is it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like a thousand years they had separated. Thinking back the time they used to be together. It’s like needle stitching their hearts when they think of each others. They remember each others’ face, smiles, and laughs very well. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Through “stitching”&lt;/span&gt;, it does heal their wounds of “missing” &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it left pains&lt;/span&gt;. They remember each others’ voice and eyes’ color. It’s like adrenalin boosting our heart to beat non-stop. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Through “boosting”,&lt;/span&gt; it does heal their empty heart &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it left pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The pains are from what they had really “miss” during the separation. It’s not face, smiles, laughs, voices, or inner beauty alone that we “miss”. That is why we never heal ourselves through “missing”. They are not perfect with just a single smile, laugh, face, or personalities. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They are beautiful as a whole, as (him or her) themselves uniquely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Each others’ perfection will never be coded correctly in their mind. Mind is lack of some kind of chemical to create perfection. Thus, “missing” will never claim all the goodness of your partners. Even if they imagine (or miss) it as a whole, there is no soul in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always imperfections in “missing”. Maybe that is also why many people had found their love ones which are different significantly with their “dream girl”. That’s the perfection that hell gives us in imagination. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To seek for the true one, look beyond!&lt;/span&gt; (Remember that mind does not work well in this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/smallsizemissingbeauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/smallsizemissingbeauty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/flower%20girlH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/flower%20girlH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sketch with "artline" and edited with Photoshop masterpieces. Use alot of vivid tonning. Just love the look of handwork and digital-work as a whole. Still poor in illustrating face.Improvement needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/missing%20beauty%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/missing%20beauty%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Art work from a photo search from Google. Simply choose a lucky girl for my edition. Just love it to be plain. That's the imperfection of beauty~&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/33410101-116257596175749583?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116257596175749583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=116257596175749583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116257596175749583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116257596175749583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/11/hell-perfection.html' title='HELL Perfection'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-116175912969137803</id><published>2006-10-25T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T14:52:09.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL Servants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/post%20-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/post%20-29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ainy days recently, and the weather is cold. This is what I hoping for during the exam weeks. Finally I got the cold and refreshing rainy days. Rain drops and this “synergizing” weather makes me think a lot. Suddenly I thought of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; where the weather is cold. (As I always imagine) Thinking of japan, suddenly I thought of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ancient warriors in japan&lt;/span&gt;. It had been forgotten for quite some times. Probably japan army and warriors had left lots of grieve and cruelty in many countries. (Included mine) Despite what they had done previously, I am in another way respecting their skills and spirits. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Samurai derived from the Japanese word which means “&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;to serve&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;. They are the servants of Lord. Long time ago, they served as the servant for Japanese emperor. They were highly discipline and well-trained in all kinds of Japanese weapons. Commonly seen are cross-bow and knight sword. They involved in navy battle and land battle. Not solely act alone and mostly on land like we saw in TV. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Some of them were well equipped with armors and weapons; some were just wearing cloth-made wearing and owned only one sword. High morality and endurance made them strong and merciless. I was thinking that probably I can illustrate one of my own samurai with modern dressing. Haha. I like samurai a lot when I was still a child. They are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fast, accurate and left no signs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Move stealthily&lt;/span&gt;. So, I decide to illustrate a samurai who had been beheaded but reincarnate after eras. Unseen anger and fierce will seek for revenge in this hell world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/header.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/header.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-116175912969137803?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116175912969137803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=116175912969137803&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116175912969137803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116175912969137803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/hell-servants.html' title='HELL Servants'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-116170561879124718</id><published>2006-10-24T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T00:00:18.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil's Halloween 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/header.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/header.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not sure what else to do. Ideas of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;creating something evil&lt;/span&gt; flood my mind so i decided to do this. Nothing much to say since not much happenings today. Just merely a art post from me i guess~&lt;br /&gt;11 days left to school re-open~yawn&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/33410101-116170561879124718?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116170561879124718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=116170561879124718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116170561879124718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116170561879124718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/devils-halloween-2.html' title='Devil&apos;s Halloween 2'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-116162726985751660</id><published>2006-10-24T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T02:14:29.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil's Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ell, it had been some time  I did not post new stuff here. Probably I'm trying to enjoy my holidays to the fullest. Laying on the sofa doing nothing. Not total enjoyment and relaxation though but at least i get a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;piece of "CALM" and "PEACE" at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Unavoidable, some problems and things to worry still cramping my mind. Anyway, atmosphere at home is just so nice to "sit back and think of my stuff". Nicely served with home-cooked dishes and it's free of charge. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at the mean time of relaxation and thinking in progress, I do just the same things i did back at campus-life. I surf net and chat. What else? So, on my surf, I discover that Western people also have their own "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ghost season&lt;/span&gt;". LOL. I knew it earlier before this but i just have a scratch of idea on its meanings. In my imaginery, everyone has to wear "spooky" and horrifying customes. It's part of the celebration and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's what i got from Wiki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halloween is a tradition celebrated on the night of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October 31&lt;/span&gt;, most notably by children dressing in costumes and going door-to-door collecting sweets. It is celebrated in much of the Western world, though most common in Canada, the United States, Puerto Rico, Ireland, the United Kingdom, and with increasing popularity in Australia, and sometimes celebrated in New Zealand. Halloween originated among the Celts in Ireland, Britain and France as the Pagan Celtic harvest festival, Samhain. Irish, Scots, Welsh and other immigrants brought versions of the traditions to North America in the 19th century. Most other Western countries have embraced Halloween as a part of American pop culture in the late 20th century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Halloween is often associated with the occult&lt;/span&gt;. Many European cultural traditions hold that Halloween is one of the liminal times of the year when &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the spiritual world can make contact with the physical world and when magic is most potent&lt;/span&gt; (e.g. Catalan mythology about witches, Irish tales of the Sídhe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/header2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/header2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so i decided to spare some of my times to come out with this~&lt;br /&gt;First time i try this style of designning. Though amateur work, but it seems fresh for me. haha&lt;br /&gt;Results coming out soon, hopefully the magical force would be optimized that time and create some miracles. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hopefully......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-116162726985751660?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116162726985751660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=116162726985751660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116162726985751660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116162726985751660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/devils-halloween.html' title='Devil&apos;s Halloween'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-116092348106209541</id><published>2006-10-15T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:44:41.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Evil Spiders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/claim/cu6wz63g7z" rel="me"&gt;Technorati Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-116092348106209541?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116092348106209541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=116092348106209541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116092348106209541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116092348106209541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-evil-spiders.html' title='Just Evil Spiders'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-116090101183109935</id><published>2006-10-15T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T17:46:29.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Fly Alakazam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/head.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/head.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to write this and recommend to everyone.&lt;strong&gt; It is on 13th of October&lt;/strong&gt;, (2 days after my exam) me and another gang of my friends went for movie at Mahkota Parade. We watched “World Trade Center” as we planned earlier. Most of the others were KNS-members. After we finish the movie (touching), we decided to find a place, have a sit and discussed about the movie as we did every time. So, one of &lt;em&gt;my melakan friend suggested a place known as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;“roti terbang”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; What the? We were all curious about it and agreed to give it a try! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lots of imaginations going in our minds as we drove there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The boss might serve us by throwing the roti to our plate. Maybe that’s why it called roti terbang”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No no no, the roti will be spinning when it is served on plate. Sometimes, it might spin until it flies! That’s why roti terbang”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wtf, then the customers will be busy chasing the roti.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After we reached the destination, all customers were sitting still like normal mamak stall. So, that time we were even more curious on why it’s called terbang!? Our question was answered when we saw a board just above the stall. And it became clearer after seeing the boss who was doing roti at beside. We almost stunted with mouth open widely~ OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/3.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i ordered "roti planta" just to try what's the different compare with ordinary one. The result is "no different". But the show is amazing! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/4.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/4.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finish!~ time to watch show~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/5.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The boss even walked out from the stall and perform on the road side~ that's really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;COOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="mymoviename" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/ cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" height="355" width="430" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11377"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="9393"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://s97.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid97.photobucket.com/albums/l230/hell_style/MOV00001.flv"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://s97.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid97.photobucket.com/albums/l230/hell_style/MOV00001.flv"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value="LT"&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="NoScale"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://s97.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid97.photobucket.com/albums/l230/hell_style/MOV00001.flv" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="430" height="355" name="mymoviename" align="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exclusive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;video &lt;/span&gt;taken from the stall!! Not so clear but still can't resist to capture it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-116090101183109935?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116090101183109935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=116090101183109935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116090101183109935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116090101183109935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/fly-fly-alakazam.html' title='Fly Fly Alakazam!'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-116089548869092030</id><published>2006-10-15T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:58:08.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil's GAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/1600/header.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/400/header.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EARTH 2160&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it's a game that i had bought for quite a long time but never have some spare time to try it. After the exam overed, now at least i have a bit of time to try it. And i was amazed when i try this game. Though a bit lag(but it's my PC RAM problem and graphic card quality), but the rest were good! In the game the player can choose from one of the four conflicting parties. Each with their own advantages and some even with "part-time" heroes. Well, this is what i did now when i'm so damn bored in holidays! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Here's some screen shot while i playing. 100% true review, not those downloaded from web!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/1600/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/400/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Deploying my army, ready for attack! Wow, i just love the "so-evil and disgusting" look of the units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/1600/Untitled-2%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/400/Untitled-2%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now, this is my air force. It's amazing that the unit can evolve when they reach certain level of resources collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/1600/Untitled-3%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/400/Untitled-3%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;These are my defences shooting explosive liquids. Yarks~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/1600/Untitled-4%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/400/Untitled-4%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; OH! i just love the EXPLOSION so so much~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/1600/Untitled-5%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/400/Untitled-5%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Attacking the enemies base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/1600/Untitled-6%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/400/Untitled-6%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is similar with what i saw inside "Red Alert", the tesla coil. Haha, but this one is twin tower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/1600/Untitled-7%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/400/Untitled-7%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/1600/Untitled-8%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/400/Untitled-8%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; backup~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Destroying enemies' building with air craft, powerful but need long time to create one~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/2236/400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; defence towers~they can not even step an inch into my territory ! LOL&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/33410101-116089548869092030?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116089548869092030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=116089548869092030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116089548869092030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116089548869092030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/devils-game.html' title='Devil&apos;s GAME'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-116059893366719576</id><published>2006-10-12T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T04:35:33.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Go Go Jacky! Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/headera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/headera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Firstly, I want to scream as loud as I can! It is to release my tension during the exam period. Oh God, I’m glad it’s finally over at 12 noon today! To be exact, I end it at 11.30am since I filled up the early submission form. I was thinking that there is no point staying inside there staring at the questions that I do not even have a “byte” of memory on it. So, I decided to get rid of it as soon as I can. However, before this entire end, I had gone through a “surprise” this morning. This is the first time I late for my exam paper! Though it was just a slight late of 10 minutes, but I was liked “Oh shit, I’m dune this time!” when I woke up in shock! Anyway, it’s all over, and I’m glad I did not miss it. Otherwise I will not be hanging around with my friends anymore after the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;strong&gt; here comes the main topic!&lt;/strong&gt; After the exam, I’m like a free bird escape from a cage with thorns. The air smelled more refreshing though there is still haze around. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here are some sayings from my dudes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“I’m not going to come back library until the next semester exam comes. Finally I walked out from darkness and all those accumulated tension should be released from now on!” – Edward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not sure whether I would be taking supp afterwards but who cares! We should “rock and roll” now!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All studies stuff is like a big rock pressuring on top of my head since the exam period start, and now I shall break it into pieces by having fun to the max!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had decided to go for buffet lunch. It’s our tradition every time we finish final exam on a trimester. Last semester we went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Equatorial Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for our buffet lunch and it was awesome! This time we planned to go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;City bay View Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for our buffet lunch. Unfortunately when we reached there, there were no buffets being prepared since it’s the month of Ramadhan. Well, that’s sucks! Anyway, I respect that as their religious practice but why we are the victims of “starvation”. One of my friend said that “Ala, is normal we complain that there is no foods during Ramadhan. They will also complain if they go to China because pork is everywhere!” Quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without giving up, we proceed to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Renaissance Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just opposite the previous one. This time we faced the same situation and I get different response from my friend. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This time he started to sing songs he learned from “Jacky Wu new show – 齐天大圣”. Along the road we can hear love lovely song sang by my mad dude. “&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;赶羚羊，草支摆&lt;/span&gt;”. (Kan – Ling – Yang – Cao – Zhi – Bai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our quest continued because our stomachs are twisting inside already. So, one of us suggested that there is also BBQ-pot buffet at &lt;strong&gt;MP Japanese shop&lt;/strong&gt;. So we proceed to the MP and entered the shop without long hesitation. Wow, the lunch buffet was really satisfying with unlimited flow of seafood or any meat you requested for. However, our mood is a bit spoilt at the beginning when one of the waiters started to talk&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“bird language”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with us when we requested for the change of charcoal. Guess what is his response? He said “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh, our charcoals just finished and we are in process of ordering&lt;/span&gt;”. “What the heck?” voice from all of our hearts. The lamest excuse we had ever heard of! Soon, my mad dude walked out and asked when the charcoal will be changed in loud tone. Immediately the service quality change and one of the in charge person said that they will change the charcoal for us. That’s better, otherwise I guess my friend will be started to sing that song again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finish the lunch which was approximately 5pm, we decided to &lt;strong&gt;watch a movie&lt;/strong&gt; entitled “Little Man”. Not a bad movie but it just not good enough as “Rob-B-Hood”. Anyway, it’s still fun to be with my dudes. After that the tour continued and stretched to the newly built “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dataran Hang Tuah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”. Looked big but actually not much to walk on since it is still very new and there are still a lot of free unit. After that, we went for a drink at “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hazana Asian Café&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” at Melaka Raya near the “Xuan Café”. Cool place to hang out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some water filling in, we need food! The last pit stop of the day is “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sri Percik Restoran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”. We went there because suddenly thought of eating satay. And we did not get disappointed since the satays are good enough. Just that today no Ice Kacang which is described as the best in Malaysia by my friend. Haha. Then we went back home with full stomach. It’s like playing “Go Go Go, Jacky! Go!” Keep eating for the whole day. Lucky to have a bunch of crazy dudes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/3396/3668/400/a1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The look of the menu at the japanese food shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/a2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Trying to play with the pepper before the first serve come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/a3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The menu actually is well-designed, i like black!~hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/a4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here comes the appetizer, two small plate of vegetables mix with special sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/a5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/a5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now this is what i called main course! Horrey ! can start already~*starving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/a6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/a6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; The fire look "blue" captured with my hp. weird. nah...forgot about it, cause who cares! Food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/a7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/a7.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Layered the lower level of stomach with chicken meat and squid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/a8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/a8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; half- way done~ continue order~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/a9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/a9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We realised that the mutton and squids are the best for "teppan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/a10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/a10.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finish ate, went Dataran Hang Tuah. A fountain built to memorise "warriors" of country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/a11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/a11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "Hazana Asian Cafe"~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/a12.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/a12.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we love the air cond actually, and the atmosphere to chit chat none stop~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/a13.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/a13.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last pit stop, "Sri Percik"~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/a14.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/a14.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; OMG, i like the sauce of satay so so much!~&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/33410101-116059893366719576?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116059893366719576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=116059893366719576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116059893366719576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116059893366719576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/go-go-go-jacky-go.html' title='Go Go Go Jacky! Go!'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-116040757435677820</id><published>2006-10-09T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T23:26:14.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"KAMIKAZE" failed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/mission%20failed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/mission%20failed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I’m in full armor with my deadly bombs and bullets today for the endless FARII war. Unfortunately, I’m failed! It’s a “kamikaze” war tactics that I’m using but so sad I’m not dead yet! So, it’s a failure! The “FARII” war is even more unexpected with all its traps and &lt;em&gt;secret weapon&lt;/em&gt; that people used to call it &lt;em&gt;“tricky-Q”.&lt;/em&gt; What the hell?! How could such a legendary warrior who is well-equipped with his mass destructive weapon failed to kamikaze (suicide). FARII had been upgraded to perform hypnosis effect. That’s too smart, that’s why I’m not even realizing that I’m going there to “kamikaze” at first. Well designed war-machine! We shall meet again, but &lt;strong&gt;hopefully not in the SUPP! NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; First sight when i met with the war-machine "FARII". "let the horse come",i said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "oo..what's going on!?"."stop shaking the war-machine,you idiot!",i told myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"not me, you dumb!"my hand replied. "oh no~this is not good~i'm dizzy! Not the haze again?!",i asked myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "come on!concentrate."i told myself repeatedly. "it's working, now I'm back,it's your "hari kiamat" today!",i told "FARII".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ".............",now i know what happened. i had been hynotised~that's sucks. All my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bombs exploded &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the "FARII" is still there! Argh....sucks man!&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/33410101-116040757435677820?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116040757435677820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=116040757435677820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116040757435677820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116040757435677820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/kamikaze-failed_09.html' title='&quot;KAMIKAZE&quot; failed'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-116024324825981522</id><published>2006-10-08T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T02:06:52.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil's "WAR"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/mask2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/mask2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for my exam on monday now! FAR II(Financial Accounting and Reporting II) and Tennis on the same day. I'm going to suffocate because of these 2 subjects. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But never mind, i'm well-prepared now! I'm ready to give them surprise!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you with me?&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/33410101-116024324825981522?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116024324825981522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=116024324825981522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116024324825981522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116024324825981522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/devils-war.html' title='Devil&apos;s &quot;WAR&quot;'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-116006426728405065</id><published>2006-10-05T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T00:04:27.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why "STUDY" is better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/study.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/study.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another post about studies. Issue that everyone concerns about now. Many of us would think that study is a boring thing to do. But do we ever think of why study is better than other things we enjoy to do. This time, i found some humor and funny stuff from net on &lt;strong&gt;"why study is better than XES&lt;/strong&gt;". Really funny and you will realise study is definately less troublesome than that. What special of this post is that i have included&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;exclusive&lt;/span&gt; statements of my own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY STUDY IS BETTER THAN "XES"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can usually find someone to do it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When you open a book, you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't have to worry about who else has opened it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can finish early&lt;/span&gt; without feelings of guilt or shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't have to put your beer down to do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; If you get tired, you can sto&lt;/span&gt;p, save your place, and pick up where you left off.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you don't finish a chapter, you won't gain a reputation as a &lt;strong&gt;"book teaser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You can do it, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eat and watch TV all at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; don't get embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; if your parents interrupt you in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A little coffee and you can do it all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you aren't sure what you're doing, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you can always ask your roommate for help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCLUSIVE OWN QUOTES!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you like to study a lot, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you don’t have to do any prevention. Just go ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;go on with another new book, you can just ignore the old one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don’t have to fake it&lt;/span&gt; by reading out aloud because no one cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;study process won’t be recorded&lt;/span&gt; by unknown and being published in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youtube&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don’t need any gadget to make it fun&lt;/span&gt;. A single book which fit your interest is more than enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It’s normal to do it with animal&lt;/span&gt; (your pets especially).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you would like study more than anything else after reading these! HAHA &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-116006426728405065?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116006426728405065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=116006426728405065&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116006426728405065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/116006426728405065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-study-is-better.html' title='Why &quot;STUDY&quot; is better?'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-115997183055503619</id><published>2006-10-04T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:31:20.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When "LOST"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/eat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/whenlost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess many of my friends are suffering like me now. The life now is like a zombie being buried alive by books and notes. (Some zombies and some panda) So, what are the real mysteries to master your studies? Answer is “NO”. No secret recipes or mysteries. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But there are WAYS in handling LOST during exam.&lt;/span&gt; Read this and you will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feel relief~ HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to answer when you are lost:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Find a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; new and interesting way to refuse to answer&lt;/span&gt; every question. For example: "I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs." &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/eat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/creative.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do the entire exam in another language&lt;/span&gt;. If you don't know one, make one up! For math/science exams, try using Roman numerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eat it. &lt;/span&gt;If you are bold enough, ask for another copy after you digest it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/eat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/eat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Jesus, Please Help Me.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is super weapon.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/pray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/pray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be Brave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philosophy Exam - 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;Q2. What is Courage? (50 marks)&lt;br /&gt;Student's answer&lt;br /&gt;- This is courage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/brave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/brave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6. If the question contains the word &lt;strong&gt;“why”&lt;/strong&gt;. Answer with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;“god make it that way” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/why.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/why.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/why-eg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/why-eg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Create your own theories&lt;/span&gt;. You might be the next &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Einstein.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "H2O is hot water, and CO2 is cold water"&lt;br /&gt;- Nitrogen is not found in Ireland because it is not found in a free state&lt;br /&gt;- "Mushrooms always grow in damp places and so they look like umbrellas."&lt;br /&gt;- "Respiration is composed of two acts, first inspiration, and then expectoration."&lt;br /&gt;- The sun never set on the British Empire because the British Empire is in the East and the sun sets in the West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/genius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/genius.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/own%20theory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/own%20theory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Answer question with question&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Will heat wave be reflected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you see a heat wave, should you wave back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Earth is 8,000 miles in diameter. Calculate how many two meter lengths of tinsel you would need to wrap up the world for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who would you give it to&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Comment on the question given.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Explain why or why not you think you would have enjoyed living in ancient egypt ruled by Pharoah. Include in your answer art, architecture, customs, beliefs, literature. Give at least five specific examples. Do not include items that are common to all civilizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First off, all names of nations and peoples must be capitalized at all times: "Egypt" and "Egyptians"--not "egypt" and "egyptians." And the word is spelled "Pharaoh."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pretend to be blind&lt;/span&gt; and write this on your paper:&lt;em&gt;Aw, I’m blind! How am I going to see this? You did not prepare it in reading code version?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make you own rules and assumptions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One of the exam problems consisted in calculating the length of a bungee cord so that the jumper would just touch the water at the foot of the tower, given the height of the platform, the jumper's mass and the strength of the cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer of one of the students started with the following sentence: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For simplicity, I will neglect gravity in this problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Answer straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/straight%20to%20the%20point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/straight%20to%20the%20point.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/straight%20to%20the%20point2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/straight%20to%20the%20point2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not hard after all, right?Answer your question wisely and smartly. Nothing can stop you from scoring "A".Come exam! I'm waiting for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-115997183055503619?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115997183055503619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=115997183055503619&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115997183055503619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115997183055503619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-lost.html' title='When &quot;LOST&quot;'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-115986506680583434</id><published>2006-10-03T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T16:44:26.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S H I T  "O R I"</title><content type='html'>&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/3396/3668/400/head%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ust finish my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AIS (Accounting Information System)&lt;/span&gt; paper today. Not doing well as usual. This is also why I need to post this for my dissatisfaction towards original CD! Well, the story is like this. My lab lecturer for this subject is a very “experienced” and “good” lecturer. His name is Mr.P. I’m happy that I manage to get into his lab class while other of my friends can not get it. His class is not full though. I just don’t understand why my friends don’t want to enter his class. Probably they are too impressed with his “experienced” teaching skill last time when he was teaching us Financial Accounting and Reporting. I just love him so much especially when he brings us to “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;” during class. What an impressive teaching skill. He also brought us to “dead sea” before. Almost tour around the world during his class. That is also the reason why I no need to bring books when attending his class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what’s the relationship between this story and anti-original? Here’s the continuing part. As I mentioned just now, I never bring book to class and never revise at home. Thus, when it comes to exam time, I have to force myself to learn about AIS operating system. Well, I took out the nicely keep text book and the original CD comes with the book. When I start the installation by putting in the original CD, there is no response from my PC. My first thought was: cow! The CD broke? So, I decided to borrow another original CD from my friends. After that, I realized the same thing happened! This time for sure is not the CD problem. Not my PC either. I’m so frustrated and start thinking what’s going wrong? Finally, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it’s the word “original” that make the CD failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I re-write another copy of the installation software, and it’s DONE!&lt;br /&gt;Probably my PC itself is too often feed with pirated CD. But, at this moment, I still want to blame the original CD since it had delayed my study time for 2 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHAME on YOU, ORI-CD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/cd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;which one that you think will work on my PC? OOoooo...of course the right one, my PC favourite "POLO" mint branded with "CD-R".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/poster%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/poster%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; suddenly feel like doing a special poster to aware everyone about the disadvantage of using ORI-CD. Here's the outcome. I don't mind if you want to copy it and help me spread around!&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/33410101-115986506680583434?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115986506680583434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=115986506680583434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115986506680583434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115986506680583434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/s-h-i-t-o-r-i.html' title='S H I T  &quot;O R I&quot;'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-115963097637449049</id><published>2006-09-30T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:42:56.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil ARMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/post%20-12%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/post%20-12%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;arwin theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stated that human beings evolved from primates or ape-like ancestors. Since then, many of us believe that everything on this Earth “evolve” from something else. Probably it starts from a very small molecule or bacteria. However, it is the subject of a broad scientific inquiry that seeks to understand and describe how this change and development occurred. No documentary would able to screen us such a long time ago to prove all these theories. Why things “evolve” and why things “extinct”? Is it really because less and less forest around cause ape to evolve becoming human? Is it really true that dinasaurs extinct because planet Earth is way too small for them to live in? Is it really true that dinasaurs died in mass destruction after a comet strucked our planet? I belive that even scientists and researchers can not give us a satisfying answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we look beyond living things on Earth and start thinking something more superior than us. Would it be the creation of “the ONE”? Or the mass destruction of the devils? Sometimes, I’m curious&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; what is happening out there&lt;/span&gt;, somewhere beyond the eyesight of human beings. Deep beneath vast array of oceans; deep beneath underground cracks; far inside the unexplore caves. Satellite can not foresee that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New species, unknown creatures and mutants come from where? Are they “created” or “evolved” slowly beneath without human acknowledgement? Humans are not the only target for devils. Devils are able to influence other living creatures as well and even “attch” to them. Maybe evil troops are under construction to prepare a great war with humans. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEWARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/p12-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The chupacabra&lt;/strong&gt; (or chupacabras) is (are) a cryptid said to inhabit parts of the Americas. It is associated particularly with Puerto Rico (where it was first reported), Mexico, Chile, Brazil and the United States, especially in the latter's Latin American communities and Maine. The name translates literally from the Spanish as "goat-sucker". It comes from the creature's reported habit of attacking and drinking the blood of livestock. Physical descriptions of the creature vary. Sightings began in Puerto Rico in the early 1990s, and have since been reported as far north as Maine, and as far south as Chile. Though some argue that the chupacabras may be real creatures, mainstream scientists and experts generally contend that the chupacabra is a legendary creature, or a type of urban legend. National Geographic did a report on the existance of Chupacabras and they found a supposed chupacabra skeleton on a local farm ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/p12-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/p12-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 1-7&lt;/strong&gt;, it is believed that all these aquatic creatures were washed up by the Tsunami. We don't know whether is it another hoax from people or is it for real but it is possible that something weird or strange is happening "under" there. &lt;strong&gt;7 &lt;/strong&gt;would be the most unbelievable since it looks like a combination of squids and fish. another "Evolution"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/p12-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/p12-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 1-&lt;/strong&gt; This creature was found in a cave at the middle east. Looks like a lobster but unfortunately it's not the same species. &lt;strong&gt;2-&lt;/strong&gt; found in California cave, another unknown creature like scorpian with a "rounded" back. &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;- found in California cave, unknown bug. &lt;strong&gt;4-&lt;/strong&gt; also found in California cave, very long but with only 6 legs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Recent news also reported that there are 52 new species in seas found off Indonesia. Not hoax for sure. But why in a sudden? Some might said "it the trend of our ecosystem to suit themselves with the change of this world". Or is it a "sign"? What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-115963097637449049?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115963097637449049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=115963097637449049&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115963097637449049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115963097637449049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/evil-army.html' title='Evil ARMY'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-115941267537403450</id><published>2006-09-28T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T11:04:35.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorful "HELL"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After my previous post talking on how exam makes my life miserable, now I want to post just another design contradictory to my feeling of “colorless”. This time it is a colorful design from my partner, ms. Ms just learned about some functions of Photoshop7 while she was bored studying yesterday. So I taught her on some brush stroke and layer concept. And I found out that the design she come out with is full with color. Probably that’s the difference between human beings. We have different sense of creativity in expressing ourselves. For me, boredom would be “black and white”. But for her, boredom should be colorize with spectrum of colors. Perhaps, that is why I love art so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/post%20-12(A)%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/post%20-12%28A%29%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pretty messy masterpiece but I would like to give creditability to this first-time-art. Bravo! Keep it up and turn our life into living art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some quotations to be shared from our famous Italian Renaissance Artist, Leonardo da Vinci:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“A good painter has two main objects to paint, man and the intention of his soul. The former is easy, the latter hard as he has to represent it by the attitude and movement of the limbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color of the object illuminated partakes of the color of that which illuminates it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the spirit does not work with the hand there is no art.” – &lt;strong&gt;Leonardo da Vinci&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/leonardo4a.jpg"&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/3396/3668/320/leonardo4a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;edited version of leonardo's famous art work - "The last supper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-115941267537403450?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115941267537403450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=115941267537403450&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115941267537403450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115941267537403450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/colorful-hell.html' title='Colorful &quot;HELL&quot;'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-115933461922418359</id><published>2006-09-27T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T13:23:39.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorless "HELL"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/post%20-11%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/post%20-11%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m not so sure what the hell I’m doing right now. Basically I’m holding a book and keep telling my brain “remember this”, “memorize that”, “must know this”, “must understand that”, etc. What the hell! It will explode if I did not stop and have a break now to release my tension. There are too many to study and too many to understand yet limited passion to continue it. Suddenly, I feel that the books and notes I’m holding are very smelly and annoying. Passion about acquiring knowledge should not be that way I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Aristotle points out that the curiosity for knowledge and the curiosity of knowledge is the essence of philosophy itself.”For it was their curiosity that first led men to philosophize and that still leads them." Aristotle believes that all philosophers try to overcome ignorance, and pursue knowledge for its own sake and not merely for the practical utility of it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Aristotle believes that knowledge should be acquired through passion, enthusiasm, and curiosity. To create those, we need communication, social, and observation (not observing notes and text books merely of course). We need more freedom to study rather than the education system we practice now. We just do not look far and broad enough to practice those spirits. What we can see here is just engineering, business, medicine, biotech, information technology, art, etc. But what we see beyond? I’m not sure what I’m crapping now, but just another way to release tension and continue key in data into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“All men by nature desire to know.” Aristotle&lt;br /&gt;“All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.”Aristotle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/post%20-11(A)%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/post%20-11%28A%29%20copy.jpg" 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/33410101-115933461922418359?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115933461922418359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=115933461922418359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115933461922418359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115933461922418359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/colorless-hell.html' title='Colorless &quot;HELL&quot;'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-115890313959994010</id><published>2006-09-22T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T13:32:19.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolution of HELL Culture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/post%20-10.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ulture is being treated as an identity, patterns, traits, arts, behavior patterns, etc of an environment of community. As such, many of us automatically will think that culture is something representing the culture and should not be changed or impossible to mould all over again. For me, this is total untruthful statement and a fallacy to most of us. Culture is something to be improved, to be practiced and revolt over time. The stagnancy of this element in a community would be described as a “habit” rather than “culture”. Without revolution, a culture will not reach its noble stage. It will not be crystallized and respected by future generation. Till here, I also do not feel that culture preservation is worthless. It’s true that culture should continuously modulate itself to suit the change of life and bring human to higher level. However, those cultures which had reached its noble stage should be preserved by us till the end of world. And of course cultures that we are trying to maintain its originality is only a small part of human culture. Probably we should look at the future planet earth culture – human as a whole culture. What would it be? Perhaps, it is the combination and interlacing of profound noble cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while preserving culture, there is no wrong for us to add in good element which can blend well with existing one. Be daring to create new culture and eliminate cultures which bring malady and ailment to human community. Don’t give ourselves a notion or perception that “things will go on like that” or “nothing can change that, it is already a culture”. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don’t say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“No use of implementing self-learning education system since our culture is spoon feed learning”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No use bringing philosophy, literature and humanity elements into university life because our culture here is more towards science and technology” (don’t bull shit, compare to developed country, science and technology here is nothing. So stop assuring ourselves that “it is like that”, but start claiming “it should be like that”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No use enacting board to promote environment cleanliness because our people already have the culture to throw rubbish.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these all our culture or disasters? If we get back to the definition of culture, we would not want all these to become identity of our country or in broader scope, as human traits. No wonder aliens stop visiting us for such a long time. Probably there is nothing more to be learned from human culture. Time to create a whole new &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;culture which “touches everyone souls”.&lt;/span&gt; But it all starts from ourselves, our attitude towards our own culture and our initiative to revolt our culture. It’s not a rebellion against authorities but the up rise of our own traits and identity. Not prime minister’s role, not parents’ responsibilities, not educators’ obligations, but everyone duties to assure the achievement of a human superior culture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-115890313959994010?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115890313959994010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=115890313959994010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115890313959994010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115890313959994010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/revolution-of-hell-culture.html' title='Revolution of HELL Culture'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-115873301179070592</id><published>2006-09-20T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T14:16:51.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C U L T U R E   - Exploration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/Post%20-9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/Post%20-9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ast few days (16th September 2006), I just went to Cyberjaya once again but this time with my board of high committees. The purpose of this trip is to have an interaction with them. Nevertheless, it is to let we know each other and foster better ties among us. For me, it is an exchange of ideas in culture and management field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We depart from here at 9 something and reach Cyberjaya by 11 something. Without delay, we had a tour on parts of the campus. Later, we started the meeting and it last until 6 something. The first session is the interaction between us and Cyberjaya high committees. After that we had another session with high committees’ representative from UPM. Everything runs smoothly. At night time, we had decided to have a tour to UKM mooncake festival at Kajang City Hall. The festival was awesome and we learned a lot from them. Next morning, we went UPM campus to tour around. Very lucky, we were tour-guided by their president and secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip was great because I learned a lot from it. We get to know what is the problem that we both (Melaka and Cyberjaya) facing all this while. We exchange ideas on how to resolves some of our society’s problems and challenges. The same goes to UPM as we know more about their society and how they operate. The most important thing, we gained a lot in observing their culture and environment of doing students’ activities. We understand that we are all under different environment thus having different style of managing. The witness of UKM mooncake festival is also a thrill for us since it was such a great event. We need to learn their heart of appreciating every event they can do. We need to spread these thoughts among ourselves. Finally the tour to UPM campus also reveals us too many cases happened there before. We know how the &lt;1971&gt; is implemented in the campus life. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We learn a lot through culture and environment observation. We inspired from it through a deep thinking of our own&lt;/span&gt;. Though tiring, but it worth!~&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/DSC00239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/DSC00239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;outlook of Times Square Building. aesthetic view of the architecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/DSC00232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/DSC00232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Restaurant that we took our lunch on the second day in Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/DSC00233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/DSC00233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maggi Soup with ham, egg and vegetables.("higher elasticity compare to normal maggi",quoted from my friend who ordered this.wahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/DSC00238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/DSC00238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"奶油鸡饭" ordered by me!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/DSC00237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/DSC00237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"双星报喜" ordered by my friend.(taste like mixture of fruit juice with yogurt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/DSC00236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/DSC00236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coke + Lemon by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/DSC00240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/DSC00240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Celebrating B'day with Yun at Secret Recipe(haha, first time we get to taste so many different flavors cake at same time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-115873301179070592?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115873301179070592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=115873301179070592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115873301179070592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115873301179070592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/c-u-l-t-u-r-e-exploration.html' title='C U L T U R E   - Exploration'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-115832938667515658</id><published>2006-09-15T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:13:31.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Infection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;umerous diseases and viruses spread around this world since the existence of human beings. Through civilization, humans are progressing aggressively towards building a better life. People are getting smarter or perhaps “smarter” with the helps from machines and technologies. But at the same time, viruses and diseases are getting more terrifying and almost impossible to detect. Till here, probably most of you are thinking of chronic disease and incurable viruses such as HIV, H5N1, mad-cow, etc. Getting infected by these diseases or viruses is scary because it might cause death to us. But, what I am talking about are the viruses and diseases spreading from mind to mind. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is the virus of evil that root in our mind since the beginning of human civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/post%20-8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/post%20-8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The more civilize we get to be, the more evil exist in some of our minds.&lt;/span&gt; Besides improving our science, astrology, technology, literature, culture and so on, civilization is about leading the world to become a “free society with morality and ethics”. Human should have the freedom and right to speak. Human should have the right to voice out to bring improvements. We are free to support or go against what we think is right or wrong. However, an unframed civilize society should be guided by some morale teachings and religious ethical thinking. Civilization is about bringing human to a state where less and less rules should be implemented to control negative behaviors. Civilization is not about implementing rules to restrict human rights and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few decades ago, this country had implemented rules to restrict undergraduates’ right and freedom. For me, restricting the growth of country pillar, it is the synonym of saying “stop” to civilization. Since then, civilization is no longer define as an advanced state of intellectual, cultural, and material development in human society, marked by progress in the arts and sciences, the extensive use of record-keeping, including writing, and the appearance of complex political and social institutions. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Inversely, it is a stagnant state of intellectual and human fighting for better life. &lt;/span&gt;The advancement in technologies and science is very surface thing. What about our thoughts and spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 17th of March 1971, most of the highly educated people in this country feel the pressure from the spread of evil thoughts. The “missionary” of these evil thoughts is through restriction on activities fighting for right, freedom and better life by undergraduates. Slowly, it show effects and they success in spreading this evil virus by putting undergraduates into “I just want to study”-dilemma. At first, the virus will restrict us from doing things they do not wish us to do. At the chronic state, those who get infected will resist to do though without restriction. Phobia in facing reality and solving human right and freedom problems lead to the wide spread of this evil infection. Until now, they are still slowly eliminating those who protest against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, look at friends around you. Are they infected? How to continue the civilization process which had been stagnated for long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg" 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/33410101-115832938667515658?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115832938667515658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=115832938667515658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115832938667515658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115832938667515658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/evil-infection.html' title='Evil Infection'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-115793890594092861</id><published>2006-09-11T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T09:43:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil’s HAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hat we know about devils?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; A devil is a form of spirit who created by the “ONE” and rebelled against the “ONE”&lt;/span&gt;. So, we might ask how a devil would manipulate and bring harm to mankind if they are only in a spiritual form. But never forget that a spiritual form of devil has a lot of power. Among them is to manifest themselves into human or animal form. They are strong in influencing and tempting humans’ mind. Possession is bodily invasion by devils. They are from hell but start manipulating humans’ own hands to do their intention. And those who are weak in mind will become the host of this evil parasitism. So, beware of the hands around you! They are here now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/post%20-7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/post%20-7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, the community that I’m currently living in (around University) is horrifying. Everyone is living in fear after a few incidents of kick napping, snatching, robbing, molesting, etc. This is no bluff and it’s the true story on the existence of devil’s hand. They are definitely here now, crawling out from the underground. Devils are here to temp us sin, pure and simple. Obviously, there are groups of “hosts” doing things for them now. They know very well where and when is the right choice to do their evil crimes. They move silently yet aggressively. The numbers of these cases is increasing from days to days. Even friends around me face it themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The question now is “how to curb!?” Well, if the authorities can not do much on this, we have to depend on ourselves! If they want a “war” then we give them a “war”! We would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fight fire with fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But the “fire” must come from our heart and spirit. We should not fear of them but to counter back. Let our heart, soul and spirit become strong with loves and cares. With the help of angels’ wings we shall protect each others and fight back the evil’s deed. Those who rebelled against the “ONE” and those who assisted in executing the devils’ thoughts shall be punished! It’s time for us to perform “exorcism”. Let us arm ourselves spiritually and physically. Please help to take care about people around us. Please lend our angel hands when they need it. Let’s burn the devil’s hand with our “fire”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-115793890594092861?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115793890594092861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=115793890594092861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115793890594092861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115793890594092861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/devils-hand.html' title='Devil’s HAND'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-115756261431707437</id><published>2006-09-07T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T01:21:53.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping out of "HELL"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ll of us were born with guilt. It bring suffers to mothers and it sacrifice millions of our brothers and sisters to survive on this Earth. When we were small, we don’t know how to love; we stepped on ants, we hit wild dogs, we treat other races with different skin colors as intruders, we hurt parents’ feelings, and many more. And all these shall be added into our guilt and sins. Maybe this is also the reason why there is a saying that&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; “No one deserves Heaven. This is God special place and no one who sins deserves to be there.”&lt;/span&gt; In other words, can I say that we are actually queuing in the waiting list of entering hell since we were born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/post%20-6%20main.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/post%20-6%20main.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What I’m trying to say is that we can not hope to get a ticket for heaven entrance for sure. Definitely no one would want to embrace the flame in hell. Stop being nuts and start thinking who you prefer to stay with in hell; whether your families, your friends, or your love one? No! Stop blaming parents for giving birth to you, stop blaming your friends for teaching you how to smoke, stop blaming your boss for not promoting you, and stop giving excuse. Yes, it’s true that every one of us carry guilt and sins. Humans are not meant to look back on their sins but to fore look how to love each others. I’m talking on start stepping away from hell’s door slowly instead of worshipping the sinful devils. It’s about making our own life better rather than vanishing it with our own hands. It’s about avoiding hell but not overlooking the sin we did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusts to the “ONE” you believe in is important as guide to avoid entering hell. It’s not about whether you are on the white side or the dark side. It’s about how far the distance you can walk on the white side. The courage and inspiration to start the first step depends on the individual themselves. Believing is not getting us surrounded by Holy Spirit but to enforce it from our inner side. It is the force from inside that actually supplies us with the strength and energy to walk as far away from hell as we can! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Humans are all born in poverty. We are naturally poor in loving and appreciating. We are all equal at the beginning. It’s the inner self inspiration I mentioned that separate us apart. It decides the difference of distance between me and you from the gate of hell. There is no use putting up banner and coming out with propaganda saying you are almost sucked by the mouth of hell. You are the only savior to walk out from it on your own. And remember, not hoping anyone to overlook or forgive our guilt but to start loving each others. No use of complaining to each others. Why don’t we strive and step out of hell together?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/post%20-6.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/post%20-6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Conquer our own land before hell conquer it from us~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-115756261431707437?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115756261431707437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=115756261431707437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115756261431707437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115756261431707437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/stepping-out-of-hell.html' title='Stepping out of &quot;HELL&quot;'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-115739197734438354</id><published>2006-09-05T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T17:18:47.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just Do It" - Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;till remember that years before during I was in secondary. Having a bunch of good friends, my secondary school life was full with colors. We did a lot of fun stuff and no doubt that those moments still treasure deep in my mind. Anyway, we did not dare to do what we tend to do. Though it’s hilarious, but it seems to be lacked of something crazy, maniac, passion, enthusiasm, and rage. Many times we challenged each others to do something but it ended up no one dared to do so. I guess that is what restricted us from having fullest enjoyment. How I wish we really do those crazy stuff together; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“why don’t we go swim at the beach at night?”; “why don’t we go shop until no cent left?”; “why don’t we get to know that girl passing across the street?” Blah… a lot of ideas but at the end of the day no one is willing to take the first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/pic%20-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/pic%20-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 2nd of September 2006, I and some mates from university had decided to have a trip to cyber depart at 8am that day. Anyway, we went out for supper at 1am before the first planned departure time at 8am. Here comes the crazy idea! During the supper time, one of us had suggested to go Cyber right on that time! And without the second thought, some of us actually agreed on the suggestion. At first, I thought it was another “why don’t” thing that will end up with no solid execution. So, I was like “yeah right…” Somehow, 5 minutes after the supper I was shock that my friend (Foo), came and fetched me. “Let’s go now!” I was stunted and that was really out of my expectation. Then, in rush I packed my beg and step into the car. (Still a little bit blur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, along the journey there was an overwhelmed feeling that I never felt before going for a trip. Probably that is what I seeking for since long time ago. It’s the feeling of “Just-Do-It” without hesitation. It’s the act of making “why don’t” a reality. The passion and enthusiasm to reach Cyber and give surprise to friends over there suddenly flooded my heart! I believed we all had the same feeling in heart that time. “Oh my god, we going to cyber at almost 3am in the midnight! WOW, that’s crazy!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole trip, it was fun and hope we all can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Just-Do-It”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again in the future! Wahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/depart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/depart.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;&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;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;just started our journey!Horrey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/DSC00194.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/DSC00194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The time on car showed "2.50am"-time of departure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/arrive.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/arrive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Browse around cyberia when we just reached. Like no man city - "resident evil"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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 align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/DSC00200.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/DSC00200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lunch on the first day at Restaurant Wong Kok, 1-Utama, Damansara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/DSC00136.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/DSC00136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheeeese....."very frustrated smile"(straving)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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 align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/drinks.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/drinks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Drinks ordered: Total chocholate blend(left) and red bean with sago(right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/DSCN3225.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/DSCN3225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yummy, finally my cheese baked rice with pork arrived!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/DSCN3223.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/DSCN3223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pork steak with honey juice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/320/dragon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dinner was having at Dragon-i "笼的传人". Like the "xiao long bao" very much! Sorry, no photo captured since i'm too hungry that moment. Forgot about taking the photo already, busy filling my empty stomach~! &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/33410101-115739197734438354?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115739197734438354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=115739197734438354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115739197734438354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115739197734438354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-do-it-mania.html' title='&quot;Just Do It&quot; - Mania'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-115709057363357222</id><published>2006-09-01T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:02:53.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Flaming Spirit"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/merdeka%20banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/merdeka%20banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;31st August 1957 was the independence day of my beloved country. Yesterday was 31st August 2006 and definitely throughout the whole country we are making celebration to remember this meaningful day. The celebration is big, grand, and full with crowd especially in our happenings capital – Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I as an undergraduate and being far apart from home was celebrating this memorable National Day with my friends and fellow brothers in campus. It was a countdown ceremony organized by Students’ Representative Council from my campus. The event started at 8.00pm but I was unable to show up early because I’m attending “Interfaith Talk” at the same time. After the talk finish, I hang around with my friends and decided to go support the countdown ceremony organized by our own campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s actually having drizzling rain at that moment. Well, we are amazed when we reached there and saw the seats under the canopy were actually fully occupied despite the misty rain. I was like “wow, not so bad after all”. Soon, I discovered that it is right for me to be there. Under the canopy everyone was waiting for the countdown and the emcees were busy thinking to come out with topics so that the atmosphere will not be so bored. When it reached the time that the emcees were out of ideas. The response from the audiences was unexpectedly overwhelmed! First we have a bunch of friends consisting all Malays, Indians, Chinese and even international students performing a “mix-dance” voluntarily. Now, how’s that? After that, we have another group of Arabian students actually volunteered to recite some kind of song of poem in Arabic language. That’s amazing and finally we reach the moment of countdown. While in the process of shouting “Five….Four…three…” I was actually observing people around me and I noticed that everyone was in joy and even international students were having great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly something strike my mind during the moment of countdown. I feel that the true meaning of National Day or Independence Day is to continue the spirit of unity of diversity. It’s not about making the largest cake for Malaysia, forming the largest “Jalur Gemilang”, conquering the widest sea, or persuading the highest mountain; but to continue the spirit that we formed long time ago to achieve independent in 1957. It’s about strengthening the spirit we have. It’s the day of memorizing a formation of strong alliance and unity between different races and religious. Learn from our ancestors who are once living in kampong together with all other races. The harmony and peaceful way of living should be preserved and to be reminded in this meaningful day! Say no to all those junk RECORDS! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/1600/post%20-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3396/3668/400/post%20-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; with some sprinkle of devil's spell...walla! a small flag on my desk..hehe...small enough to celebrate merdeka...hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-115709057363357222?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115709057363357222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=115709057363357222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115709057363357222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115709057363357222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/08/flaming-spirit.html' title='&quot;Flaming Spirit&quot;'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-115691090634721711</id><published>2006-08-30T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:08:26.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ime pass in a very systematic order since very long time ago. Without realizing it, seconds passed while I’m typing this. It’s hard for scientist to come out with a formula stating how to discount back our life span from the day we will died to now and get to know how many seconds we left before we are no longer a living thing in this world. Exactly, every one of us has various lifespan and it’s hard to generalize the way of calculating it. Instead, human had come out with the first calendar over 5000 years ago in Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here are some definitions of calendar searched in Wiki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;“A calendar is a system for naming periods of time, typically days. These names are known as calendar dates. Cycles in a calendar are often synchronised with the perceived motion of astronomical objects.&lt;br /&gt;A calendar is also a physical device (often paper). This is the most common usage of the word.&lt;br /&gt;As a subset, 'calendar' is also used to denote a list of particular set of planned events (for example, court calendar).”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, human had invented a tool to calculate how many days we had spent in our life. Well, suppose the first tool mentioned(to calculate days remained in our life) can be produced. Who would be so keen to know when they going to die? Maybe it’s the constraint of technology and human nature that make the idea impossible. But looking at the calendar we have now, at least it give us positive thinking. It tells us how many days we had gone through with enjoyment, grieve, hardship,etc. It also tells us how many days we have live our life to the fullest. Alright, seeing all this I would say that at least it encourage optimistic look back and ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, looking at a single calendar would remind me a lot of troubles coming in future. Argh, tomorrow would be my presentation, next week would be the submission of course assignment, another week following would be the final exam, blah blah blah. Undeniably, it reminds us about challenges and obstacles coming ahead. Probably this is another reason why some of us not even care to look at the calendar and know what’s the date today. That would be the fundamental of “what’s the date today?”-syndrome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me myself was sometimes was getting impatient and irate with the calendar I have. Small, tiny card contains all numberings. So, last semester break I had went for a trip to Penang and during the shopping time I come across this “Walla-calendar”! Why “walla”? it caught my attention because it’s the first time I saw such a special calendar. It reminds me back to the time when I was a LEGO-lover. It would be interesting to build and construct your own calendar in any form and serve as a decoration on desk. “it’snt so “not cool” to have a calendar on my desk anyway~” That crossed my mind and I bought it. The calendar comes in many themes, but I insist to choose the “evil theme” just to fit with my desk items. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l230/hell_style/post-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l230/hell_style/post-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sweet look of my new 3 dimensions calendar.wahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m happy looking at the calendar everyday. Cool Evil Days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-115691090634721711?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115691090634721711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=115691090634721711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115691090634721711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115691090634721711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/08/evil-days.html' title='Evil Days'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-115679625428914846</id><published>2006-08-29T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T04:17:34.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F I R E    R A I N</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ooking at our wide and borderless sky when I was still a kid, I imagined one day I could step my foot in the middle of the air. Everyone’s super hero-“Superman” also does something which other people cannot do to save lives. Because of him, the dream of flying in sky has become so beautiful, amazing and full with miracles. Who don’t want to be “ON AIR”? To be frank, I have not been on a plane until now. So pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the fall of 1903, Wilbur Wright and his brother had constructed a powered airplane with wings 40.5 feet (12 meters) long and weighing about 750 pounds (340 kilograms) with the pilot. They designed and built their own lightweight gasoline engine for the airplane. Here’s the starting pace of human history in exploring the borderless sky. During that time, plane was invented for good and convenient purpose. It often served as mailing, transport, research purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air planes were equipped with weapons and first used as war machine during the First World War. Undeniably, starting that point, flying in sky is no longer a dream or hope; but a strategy of war and brutality. It’s an advantage for “Superman” to save lives through sky. So sad that “Superman” doesn’t really exist but now War Planes do exist. The aggressiveness and unblock able of sky attack was proved during the Pearl Harbor attack and nuclear strike on Hiroshima. Both attack scarified millions of people. Silently, the so-called “dream” had turned into “nightmare”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the advancement of science and technology, commercial airplane nowadays can carry more and more number of passengers. Because of that, it gives more chance for people to experience themselves the fun of flying. However, the “nightmare” came again when devils aimed commercial airplane as their hijack target. Though the commercial airplane wasn’t equipped with mass destructive weapon but the plane itself is a “huge missiles” by implementing the “kamikaze” strategy. On September 11 2001, terrorists attacked America World Trade Center and Pentagon by striking commercial airplane into the buildings. Nobody expect to encounter such tragedy, but it happened. “The same nightmare won’t appear in your future sleep”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l230/hell_style/wtc-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l230/hell_style/wtc-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was the devil’s temptation to gain power and to conquer land. Now, the devil is crossing the line to vanish all mankind by destructing themselves. The sky is no longer safe. However, all these arose from a single evil action by men themselves. Devil like to imitate what human do and they tend to go against what you desire to be. The more you think you shall conquer the world through sky (all the sophisticated satellite, aircraft, and rocket), the more you shall suffer from “sky”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l230/hell_style/post-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l230/hell_style/post-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only place which is higher than sky and cannot be manipulate by devils is Heaven. Thus, instead of believing in what miracle we can make in sky, look somewhere higher and gain the most overwhelming protection. With the firm belief to “the ONE” you behold, let the world know the importance of preserving the most “naïve” thought we once had. Why everything invented must be morphed into a “tool” of devils. Tell people around you that love and care for yourself as well as others is more important than anything else. Stop sacrificing innocent lives! We shall not let the prophecy of “Fire Rain” to become a reality. Biblical prophecy stated that “a super-hurricane force shock wave will move outward and fire balls of debris would rain on the earth”. It can come in any forms in any ways. At the mean time, let’s pray for those who are buried under the “fire rain” from sky.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for some movie inspired from these incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l230/hell_style/snake_on_a_plane-compile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l230/hell_style/snake_on_a_plane-compile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snake On a Plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l230/hell_style/united_ninety_three-compile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l230/hell_style/united_ninety_three-compile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; United 93&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l230/hell_style/world_trade_center-compile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l230/hell_style/world_trade_center-compile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Trade Center&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-115679625428914846?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115679625428914846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=115679625428914846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115679625428914846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115679625428914846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/08/f-i-r-e-r-i-n.html' title='F I R E    R A I N'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33410101.post-115674511137801740</id><published>2006-08-28T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T14:42:43.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Other Side of HELL"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uman keep pondering what’s happening in the 3rd Dimension;&lt;br /&gt;Human frequent wondering what is the truth on the other side of hell;&lt;br /&gt;The common answers we listened are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;“Well, well, you won’t know until the day u die.”&lt;br /&gt;“I guess it would be horrible, so do some good deeds before your turn comes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l230/hell_style/post-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l230/hell_style/post-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;But, is it really so? The other side of hell is here! We all are facing the other side of hell all this while. Hell is often described as the torture chamber. Those who went into hell have to suffer from beaten and tortured while shackled in hell prison. In short, hell would be the eternity of darkness and night, with unquenchable eternal flame. No matter what religion you are beholding, hell has been given a negative definition. Yes, it’s true indeed. Hence, how about the other side of hell I’m talking about? Would it be an inverse or contradiction? You judge it you self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around you, and see whether this country is on fire or falling into an eternal night. Nope! So, it’s definitely no hell here. It’s our beloved country where we stay peacefully and harmoniously with our families, friends and nations. For many years since the country gain its independence (1957), she strives hard to practice democracy, freedom, human right, etc. However, the “symptoms” of “the other side of hell” start to move in nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms of defending the dark (devils), protecting the hideous crimes, concealing the domination of evils start to spread around. Many recent issues had revealed us about the untruthful of “the other side of hell”. Somehow, to certain quarters of people, “the other side of hell” is nirvana for them. It enforced and empowered them to do whatever they wish and simply “blind” others with unacceptable “facts”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are no longer fighting for the human’s right and freedom of speaking. The temptation of “the other side of hell” had successfully dragged those who speak on behalf of devil far apart from the religion which they strong behold once. Our eyes and ears were gifted by God, and for that, we are sure and firm with what we see and hear. Despite the untruthful sayings and “facts”, we must get closer to what we believe and find answer from “the ONE”. It’s time to stop the world (our country) being conquered by “the other side of hell”!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33410101-115674511137801740?l=hell-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115674511137801740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33410101&amp;postID=115674511137801740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115674511137801740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33410101/posts/default/115674511137801740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hell-style.blogspot.com/2006/08/other-side-of-hell.html' title='&quot;The Other Side of HELL&quot;'/><author><name>Devil's Son</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06399501592365144416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/25/8445284/1_251896239m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
