<?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-55342994399963895</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:18:44.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggy</title><subtitle type='html'>Bloggy Bloggy Blog Blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-3980266940424701248</id><published>2009-03-22T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T04:30:38.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm...</title><content type='html'>Ok, back to blogging. Gotta use my camera that's left there piling up dust.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the beach and paintball WITHOUT my camera. Damn it, gotta capture those memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will blog when there's another outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will blog for u Abigail dear~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-3980266940424701248?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3980266940424701248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=3980266940424701248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/3980266940424701248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/3980266940424701248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/hm.html' title='Hm...'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-8954286100923786276</id><published>2009-01-19T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:06:54.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who Updated 100 Years Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hi everyone =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No not Matthew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abiism.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Abi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is here to update this super dead blog. teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you don't know, i'm Abigail. Matthew's bestest best friend in the whole entire world, in fact... i rule his world!! haha. And i'm a girl. so i'm his girlfriend. so yeah. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt don't know that i'm doing this xD hope he won't get mad or anything.&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll just recap what he did for the last two months since he came back to Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVGep1MfGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/y-fg_ik5XcU/s1600-h/DSC03270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVGep1MfGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/y-fg_ik5XcU/s320/DSC03270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293214429482876002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the day after he came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having my STPM exams and he sit by my side studying along with me =3&lt;br /&gt; (okay not really, he's so distracting and i didn't get to study much so...... imso&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;whenthe&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;results&lt;/span&gt;comeoutT__T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVL0sQk6nI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ecnKcDX8vdQ/s1600-h/DSC06206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVL0sQk6nI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ecnKcDX8vdQ/s320/DSC06206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293220305649855090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is Samson. Matt likes to bully him. hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVGfcAxnaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/PPQR_BRnR3U/s1600-h/DSC06389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVGfcAxnaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/PPQR_BRnR3U/s320/DSC06389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293214442953219490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and he likes bullying me too. swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, the pic above was taken a few days before my STPM exams is over. so we still have virgin black hair then. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after my last paper, we :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVGjf8eheI/AAAAAAAAAUU/t1qGgH30iDk/s1600-h/DSC06713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVGjf8eheI/AAAAAAAAAUU/t1qGgH30iDk/s320/DSC06713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293214512728409570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;did something to our hair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;it was his 1st time perming his hair (mine too!!) and i think he's kinda nervous and scared that his hair will turn out ugly and stuff. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVL0QYrCLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/GFnVTmWIfJs/s1600-h/DSC06832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVL0QYrCLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/GFnVTmWIfJs/s320/DSC06832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293220298167617714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking good there, boo!&lt;br /&gt;can't really see the curls but it's definitely there =D&lt;br /&gt;he didn't took care of it and the curls aren't that visible anymore.&lt;br /&gt; and one month later he went to have his hair trimmed.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. so his hair ain't that curly. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;my dreams of having a korean-ish boyfriend went *pooof*. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVKpb8_jLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/hG4YJsX5kxk/s1600-h/DSC07591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVKpb8_jLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/hG4YJsX5kxk/s320/DSC07591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293219012782558386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the cake i baked for his be-be-be-be-belated birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. it was 7 months late. T___T oh well.. i couldn't be with him on his birthday so we had to celebrate it a few months later.&lt;br /&gt;and trust me, it's delicious!!!&lt;br /&gt;gave him his presents as well. =) you'll see it if he feels like wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVL0XYt7SI/AAAAAAAAAW8/20clkAYs-P8/s1600-h/DSC03346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVL0XYt7SI/AAAAAAAAAW8/20clkAYs-P8/s320/DSC03346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293220300046855458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us, a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me with my Serena Van Der Woodsen phase and Matt with his... punching shirt.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to say that..... i'm taller than him teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVL0OHQ5aI/AAAAAAAAAWs/f6FE06zGiKk/s1600-h/DSC06945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVL0OHQ5aI/AAAAAAAAAWs/f6FE06zGiKk/s320/DSC06945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293220297557730722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was on my belated birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are friends from high school. my classmates and his old friends. the guy looking really high is having an affair with Matt and now i know x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVLzrNwgUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZApxzbtNeEA/s1600-h/DSC06990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVLzrNwgUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZApxzbtNeEA/s320/DSC06990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293220288189727042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but i still forgive him =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVLQUTFwDI/AAAAAAAAAWU/UOKo51Y9IzE/s1600-h/DSC07083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVLQUTFwDI/AAAAAAAAAWU/UOKo51Y9IzE/s320/DSC07083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293219680742654002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we went to Damai not long ago. before christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really really REALLY fun and i took like.. gazillion photos (mostly of myself haha) and even though it was high tide and everyday we were there was a rainy one, we still had tons of fun outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVLQRQDVMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Mxk9I2D7ji0/s1600-h/DSC07074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVLQRQDVMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Mxk9I2D7ji0/s320/DSC07074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293219679924606146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like the boys trying to outdo each other's diving styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVLQEsFj7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/bIxJq_s4zjo/s1600-h/DSC07192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVLQEsFj7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/bIxJq_s4zjo/s320/DSC07192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293219676552531890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won rock-paper-scissors against the boys so HELLO, breakfast buffet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVLP0YCa1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/sbrhQHBgTOY/s1600-h/DSC07269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVLP0YCa1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/sbrhQHBgTOY/s320/DSC07269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293219672173472594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us playing weird golf/me posing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't it be weird if Matt's really that buff haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group pics =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVKp5nHVUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mirsW7vmW80/s1600-h/DSC07303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVKp5nHVUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mirsW7vmW80/s320/DSC07303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293219020743857474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of us being emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVKpsyiWvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/O4hIawWAV5k/s1600-h/DSC07306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVKpsyiWvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/O4hIawWAV5k/s320/DSC07306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293219017302104818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;being cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVKptFKdGI/AAAAAAAAAVk/biekLIBlaYQ/s1600-h/DSC07312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVKptFKdGI/AAAAAAAAAVk/biekLIBlaYQ/s320/DSC07312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293219017380230242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and.... i don't know. =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVLQN8Ue9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/7JiXYpEJ2NE/s1600-h/DSC07141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVLQN8Ue9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/7JiXYpEJ2NE/s320/DSC07141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293219679036537810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at night, Matt taught them how to play poker, without poker chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that we're back in Kuching, we uses Monopoly money as poker chips. like i said, resourceful =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVGjnjXJvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/rvGcmaUpQa8/s1600-h/DSC07976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVGjnjXJvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/rvGcmaUpQa8/s320/DSC07976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293214514770552562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;christmas day, dinner at my place. Matt lovesss the chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVKQFmEYBI/AAAAAAAAAVE/GWTJBuzDpoU/s1600-h/DSC08636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVKQFmEYBI/AAAAAAAAAVE/GWTJBuzDpoU/s320/DSC08636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293218577284096018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;matt cooks a lot =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. not a lot. but he does cooks. and it's surprisingly edible and and and... yummy!&lt;br /&gt;the pic above is some claypot chicken rice thing.&lt;br /&gt;he cooked cheese baked rice for me on my birthday and it was so good i nagged him into cooking it for me again! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVKQQySO7I/AAAAAAAAAVM/mwdFnyYBS0k/s1600-h/DSC08471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVKQQySO7I/AAAAAAAAAVM/mwdFnyYBS0k/s320/DSC08471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293218580288125874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sushi King with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, he hates sushi. but he went, for me. sweet! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVKP9mISGI/AAAAAAAAAU8/fsWWzZOv8OY/s1600-h/DSC08680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVKP9mISGI/AAAAAAAAAU8/fsWWzZOv8OY/s320/DSC08680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293218575136868450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dota freak by night. =_______=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will NEVER get why boys are so addicted to stupid games like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVKP1vKgEI/AAAAAAAAAU0/y6ThtvGO1SQ/s1600-h/DSC08786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVKP1vKgEI/AAAAAAAAAU0/y6ThtvGO1SQ/s320/DSC08786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293218573027278914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh, he's very into Monopoly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played with Hsin once and after that we borrowed from her kid brother&lt;br /&gt;and few weeks later, it's still with us!&lt;br /&gt;i don't think he wanna return it to Hsin's brother anytime soon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;have to pry it outta his hands.&lt;br /&gt; It's really cute, the Disney limited edition monopoly and he carries it around haha&lt;br /&gt; you guys have to see it to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;and now.... we use the monopoly money as poker chips lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVKPxWJPwI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZLiwvOMzfTw/s1600-h/DSC08798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVKPxWJPwI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZLiwvOMzfTw/s320/DSC08798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293218571848597250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;playing Left 4 Dead in friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some zombie game. i wanna play too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been.. really really fun. he's gonna leave kuching in less than one month's time. so i gotta cherish every moment i have with him. =) i'm writing this because.. i don't wanna feel sad. and i wanna leave my footprints here. in his blog. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're his NZ friends, take care of him for me. i'll like to meet you guys one day =) i hear a lot from him and his friends there sounds like a funny bunch. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Matthew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say to you except...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT MY CHEESE BAKE RICE DAMMIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVGjpbqzSI/AAAAAAAAAUc/cxXuFhBnkeQ/s1600-h/DSC08807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVGjpbqzSI/AAAAAAAAAUc/cxXuFhBnkeQ/s320/DSC08807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293214515275156770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i'll be watching over you, boo!&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/55342994399963895-8954286100923786276?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8954286100923786276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=8954286100923786276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/8954286100923786276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/8954286100923786276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-who-updated-100-years-later.html' title='Guess Who Updated 100 Years Later'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SXVGep1MfGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/y-fg_ik5XcU/s72-c/DSC03270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-1887845416728513921</id><published>2008-08-06T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:09:05.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocktail Party!</title><content type='html'>There's a cocktail party this weekend. There's a Hollywood theme for dress code so guess what I'm gonna dress up as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be LEGEND...... Wait for it.... DARY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-1887845416728513921?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1887845416728513921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=1887845416728513921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/1887845416728513921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/1887845416728513921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/cocktail-party.html' title='Cocktail Party!'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-7146442195342116792</id><published>2008-07-05T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:39:08.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Tekapo RoadTrip!</title><content type='html'>Ok, been procrastinating about blogging for quite a while now. Some of you must be furious because whenever you check my blog there's no new posts. To compensate that, I have loads of photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Jonathan's friend, Cheryl, came to Christchurch for a few days. So we bring her to Lake Tekapo since there's not much to do in Christchurch. It's a 3 hour drive from Christchurch to Lake Tekapo. We did not regret making the decision to go Lake Tekapo. It was f**king AWESOME. Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there is Taekwondo session around 5, we had to be back by 4-ish. Yes, I joined taekwondo recently. Kicking people is just too awesome to miss out. EVERYONE had to wake up around 730. We txt and call and annoy each other to wake up and get ready by 8. In the end we started going there around 9. Time flies when you're in bed. Resting. Not xxx you perverts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty tired when I'm writing this post so it may be a bit lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH TALK. PHOTOS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_bl2KHgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/k7Smkon-xq0/s1600-h/DSC05638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_bl2KHgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/k7Smkon-xq0/s320/DSC05638.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220234292579933698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way to Lake Tekapo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_bQcOR0I/AAAAAAAAAKw/pYQToHiVibw/s1600-h/DSC05628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_bQcOR0I/AAAAAAAAAKw/pYQToHiVibw/s320/DSC05628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220234286834009922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I HAVE SUPER ASIAN EYES!! And we were bored in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_bI_VuiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1_pC8gv0RLY/s1600-h/DSC05627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_bI_VuiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1_pC8gv0RLY/s320/DSC05627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220234284833815074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it went up to 150 km/h actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_aAMIhzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wlnadFGBQB0/s1600-h/DSC05616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_aAMIhzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wlnadFGBQB0/s320/DSC05616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220234265291687730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hm... I should have just smiled... Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_tkeXCpI/AAAAAAAAALg/uMGYOWHK2yo/s1600-h/DSC05699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_tkeXCpI/AAAAAAAAALg/uMGYOWHK2yo/s320/DSC05699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220234601449327250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Know why lord of the rings was filmed in New Zealand now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_tXX4ZsI/AAAAAAAAALY/8oSIKA0XL4M/s1600-h/DSC05688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_tXX4ZsI/AAAAAAAAALY/8oSIKA0XL4M/s320/DSC05688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220234597932492482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;43km left!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_s5_LHcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/N-qdZUhXOMs/s1600-h/DSC05682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_s5_LHcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/N-qdZUhXOMs/s320/DSC05682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220234590044233154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The car's pretty dirty... ROAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_sHBCnlI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZXqQk6yhA80/s1600-h/DSC05680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_sHBCnlI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZXqQk6yhA80/s320/DSC05680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220234576361856594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's what you call a man-rape and girl laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_r8Yu27I/AAAAAAAAALA/R2hn4ywXHzA/s1600-h/DSC05679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_r8Yu27I/AAAAAAAAALA/R2hn4ywXHzA/s320/DSC05679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220234573508434866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The little dots are SHEEPS. Sheeeeeeeeeeeeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIAE1iiz9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/AnH7zEwvNlg/s1600-h/DSC05724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIAE1iiz9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/AnH7zEwvNlg/s320/DSC05724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220235001167269842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lake Tekapo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIAEf0EaSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/M-fAdytsHRM/s1600-h/DSC05717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIAEf0EaSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/M-fAdytsHRM/s320/DSC05717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220234995335194914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nah, give you guys sign to show proof it's Lake Tekapo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIAEJmOmqI/AAAAAAAAALw/4rdjElW2s0A/s1600-h/DSC05713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIAEJmOmqI/AAAAAAAAALw/4rdjElW2s0A/s320/DSC05713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220234989371562658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mother nature you are sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIAD1sB-aI/AAAAAAAAALo/46emOBHTELc/s1600-h/DSC05708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIAD1sB-aI/AAAAAAAAALo/46emOBHTELc/s320/DSC05708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220234984027191714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIAcEh2VAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oWDWuIVUQW4/s1600-h/DSC05739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIAcEh2VAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oWDWuIVUQW4/s320/DSC05739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220235400327877634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awesome? Roar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIAb8EnMQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JPjqOuwsA6c/s1600-h/DSC05738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIAb8EnMQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JPjqOuwsA6c/s320/DSC05738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220235398057767170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Asian Peace Yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIAbvnJ9VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WyUdFn8Z_IA/s1600-h/DSC05734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIAbvnJ9VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WyUdFn8Z_IA/s320/DSC05734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220235394712991058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIAbB8zzjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/unjP9FPp_7c/s1600-h/DSC05733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIAbB8zzjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/unjP9FPp_7c/s320/DSC05733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220235382455782962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some more rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIAa4Y5XkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PBGr33WZRgg/s1600-h/DSC05728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIAa4Y5XkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PBGr33WZRgg/s320/DSC05728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220235379889233474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was there when we got there. When you see a cool rock, you act cool with it. It's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIA8_Lpz3I/AAAAAAAAANI/YLmYYcrtRIY/s1600-h/DSC05754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIA8_Lpz3I/AAAAAAAAANI/YLmYYcrtRIY/s320/DSC05754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220235965828288370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rasa Cool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIA9l6PyGI/AAAAAAAAANY/T826JSMKPXc/s1600-h/DSC05761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIA9l6PyGI/AAAAAAAAANY/T826JSMKPXc/s320/DSC05761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220235976224262242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look gay. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIA9fYW1TI/AAAAAAAAANQ/HdINmCcjwxQ/s1600-h/DSC05757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIA9fYW1TI/AAAAAAAAANQ/HdINmCcjwxQ/s320/DSC05757.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220235974471505202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's like saying "Come get some BITCHES."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIA77nxjQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GAH-DbULYak/s1600-h/DSC05752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIA77nxjQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GAH-DbULYak/s320/DSC05752.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220235947692625154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mervyn got cut out because he was hugging a huge ass rock which  was at the far left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIA8AsBAlI/AAAAAAAAANA/8skngHIztPI/s1600-h/DSC05753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIA8AsBAlI/AAAAAAAAANA/8skngHIztPI/s320/DSC05753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220235949052592722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FYI, the pose was to hold a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIBWqGGkgI/AAAAAAAAANw/oP9qgCFsV3k/s1600-h/DSC05770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIBWqGGkgI/AAAAAAAAANw/oP9qgCFsV3k/s320/DSC05770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220236406844461570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone helped us take a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIBWQWl9JI/AAAAAAAAANo/4Wk3GTu7ljU/s1600-h/DSC05769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIBWQWl9JI/AAAAAAAAANo/4Wk3GTu7ljU/s320/DSC05769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220236399934305426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we help them back. With STYLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIBXg4-zrI/AAAAAAAAAOA/D3041ULB5oE/s1600-h/DSC05777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIBXg4-zrI/AAAAAAAAAOA/D3041ULB5oE/s320/DSC05777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220236421553376946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black and White. Awesome~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIBWGFCPTI/AAAAAAAAANg/7dTQE3M2ivY/s1600-h/DSC05768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIBWGFCPTI/AAAAAAAAANg/7dTQE3M2ivY/s320/DSC05768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220236397176306994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I TOOK THIS PHOTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIB7ZlJBLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ziPTvYEJJDc/s1600-h/DSC05779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIB7ZlJBLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ziPTvYEJJDc/s320/DSC05779.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220237038066402482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were leaning against the wind. We're basically being pushed when walking in the same direction as the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIB7n4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/s2zlsmFq38U/s1600-h/DSC05782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIB7n4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/s2zlsmFq38U/s320/DSC05782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220237041903622626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This statute was built to honor the dogs who help in herding the sheeps and stuff. We wanted to sit on the dog but the consequences are too great. Meaning our asses would get kicked if we did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIB8FWt-HI/AAAAAAAAAOY/87nOeVxUbeU/s1600-h/DSC05784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIB8FWt-HI/AAAAAAAAAOY/87nOeVxUbeU/s320/DSC05784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220237049817069682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo with doggie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIB9K22L1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/xhKDcCdssCQ/s1600-h/DSC05788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIB9K22L1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/xhKDcCdssCQ/s320/DSC05788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220237068473872210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got bored with it so we went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIBXBXBGMI/AAAAAAAAAN4/eh4NoR8PT_4/s1600-h/DSC05771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIBXBXBGMI/AAAAAAAAAN4/eh4NoR8PT_4/s320/DSC05771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220236413089421506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a small church/chapel there. Lots of people get married there because of the awesome view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIClw8C27I/AAAAAAAAAOw/FQR6MegOfZg/s1600-h/DSC05789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHIClw8C27I/AAAAAAAAAOw/FQR6MegOfZg/s320/DSC05789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220237765890988978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHICmW8zuxI/AAAAAAAAAO4/_40Wh7lSujw/s1600-h/DSC05794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHICmW8zuxI/AAAAAAAAAO4/_40Wh7lSujw/s320/DSC05794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220237776094739218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way back~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHICmgZiNrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/PyaxS7bCPSY/s1600-h/DSC05841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHICmgZiNrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/PyaxS7bCPSY/s320/DSC05841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220237778631145138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bye bye Lake Tekapo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ROARRRR. SO MANY PHOTOS. Hm.... putting captions on each one of them seems stupid. Oh well. Lake Tekapo was definitely fun. THANKS CHERYL. Without you, we would not have taken the initiative to do anything. We are just that lazy. Hope you had fun in Christchurch~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I have ulcer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.&lt;br /&gt;I'm cooking almost everyday now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.&lt;br /&gt;My blog is getting lame. Any suggestions to awesome it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of joining Nuffnang. The poll design is simple and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/55342994399963895-7146442195342116792?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7146442195342116792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=7146442195342116792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/7146442195342116792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/7146442195342116792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/lake-tekapo-roadtrip.html' title='Lake Tekapo RoadTrip!'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SHH_bl2KHgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/k7Smkon-xq0/s72-c/DSC05638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-3929415625760843742</id><published>2008-06-26T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:49:33.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROADTRIP!!!</title><content type='html'>Back in a few days. Will blog about it~ ROAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-3929415625760843742?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3929415625760843742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=3929415625760843742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/3929415625760843742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/3929415625760843742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/roadtrip.html' title='ROADTRIP!!!'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-6899103890042776877</id><published>2008-06-21T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:39:32.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS! ROARRRRR</title><content type='html'>Ok. Basically I've been buried under my books for the past 2 week. Will bury myself in books for the last week then HOLIDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post something soon enough. Just gotta get through my exam and I'll be free for 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wastedtreasuredmemories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Iggy&lt;/a&gt;,  YOU ACTUALLY BOUGHT THE SAME ALI SWEATER AS ME!!!! ROARRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back after the exams and roadtrip~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-6899103890042776877?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6899103890042776877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=6899103890042776877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/6899103890042776877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/6899103890042776877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/exams-roarrrrr.html' title='EXAMS! ROARRRRR'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-8955216018196729680</id><published>2008-05-27T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:35:57.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday~</title><content type='html'>Well, my birthday was on 16th of May. THANKS FOR ALL THE TESTIMONIALS AND BIRTHDAY WISHES~!!! Really appreciate it guys. I didn't expect so many testimonials and stuff from u guys. AWESOME. I believe it's because of friendster many people remembered my birthday. Thanks FRIENDSTER for making my birthday well known to all of my friendster friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-8vyrPDBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/LTFqQ1kemnY/s1600-h/friendsterlarge+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-8vyrPDBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/LTFqQ1kemnY/s320/friendsterlarge+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206087223506570258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   You rocked my world. Definitely. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a simple person. A cake as a gift from my friends would already make me smile like crazy for the whole day. A dinner with a few of my close friends and a birthday cake as a finale would be simply awesome. As I recall, I only got 3 birthday cakes from my friends in my 19 years of life. The one during Form 5 was really totally unexpected. It was after some mid-term test and my friends asked me to go to the canteen and boy was I surprised to see a cake there. As most of them use bus to go home so they had to leave early. Nevertheless, I was really touched. It was really nice of them to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR. What the hell am I blogging about. This was suppose to be about this year's birthday. RAWR!!! Well, I decided to have dinner with a few of my close friends and my bro for my birthday. Since I'm shouting dinner, I can't invite much and I don't want too many people too. They'll be several different groups at the table and I wouldn't like that. I prefer a small group but everyone's talking together and having fun together. Sorry to whoever is my friend in NZ and did not receive and invite from me to the dinner. Doubt much people in NZ read my blog anyway. &gt;=D We went to a vietnamese restaurant. Mervyn broke the front door. Yea. He BROKE it. No pics of it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-61yrPC3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/EX0zMgjc5xg/s1600-h/DSC05458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-61yrPC3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/EX0zMgjc5xg/s320/DSC05458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206085127562529650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bro and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-63SrPC7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/B0cQ9rwxipU/s1600-h/DSC05464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-63SrPC7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/B0cQ9rwxipU/s320/DSC05464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206085153332333490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonathan and Mervyn. Sorry, no better pictures of them. Rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SEAHuyrPDCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/L8U9bfEOMZI/s1600-h/DSC05466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SEAHuyrPDCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/L8U9bfEOMZI/s320/DSC05466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206169669698784290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Winston. The guy next to him is Jwin. No pic of him. Well, at least his ear is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner which was freakin awesome, they bought a cake for me~!!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. CAKE. OMGOSH, ROFL, LMAO, LOL. CAKEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-62SrPC4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ICTXiY66kPw/s1600-h/DSC05459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-62SrPC4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ICTXiY66kPw/s320/DSC05459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206085136152464258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiramisu Cake~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-62yrPC5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/-sYqegYWC7g/s1600-h/DSC05460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-62yrPC5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/-sYqegYWC7g/s320/DSC05460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206085144742398866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AWESOME-NESS!!! ROAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;A bit gay, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-63CrPC6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/m4W2k4TcCVY/s1600-h/DSC05462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-63CrPC6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/m4W2k4TcCVY/s320/DSC05462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206085149037366178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beatifully cut piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHHAA. I love it. Apparently they bought trick candles and I cant blow the candles out. It was pretty weird when the candle actually SPARKS and FIZZLES. My 1st thought was "wtf, why are they SPARKLING!!! Evil candles." Maybe not evil candles but I was kinda wtf. No pictures were taken of the trick candles as the cameraman was quite engross in the trick candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SEAMACrPDDI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SnTScelnDek/s1600-h/DSC05463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SEAMACrPDDI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SnTScelnDek/s320/DSC05463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206174364098038834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lazy use photoshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Ancestral, a place to eat and drink. We ordered 2 pots of green tea and keep asking for hot water to refill. Yea, we're cheap. Green tea is the cheapest drink they have there and we ordered 2 pots and sat there for hours. We played Big 2 and we use points system. Whoever get to 1000 points 1st loses the game.  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-8nirPDAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Hu4UA_KhwWk/s1600-h/DSC05474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-8nirPDAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Hu4UA_KhwWk/s320/DSC05474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206087081772649474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famous green tea. We're just so cheap. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-8mSrPC8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/4ne4YfumyvM/s1600-h/DSC05470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-8mSrPC8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/4ne4YfumyvM/s320/DSC05470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206087060297812930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big 2 night. We basically do this every weekend. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-8myrPC9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/dLiCqKgtU4E/s1600-h/DSC05472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-8myrPC9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/dLiCqKgtU4E/s320/DSC05472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206087068887747538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1st set of scores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-8nCrPC-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/urrbmx4hUgU/s1600-h/DSC05473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-8nCrPC-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/urrbmx4hUgU/s320/DSC05473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206087073182714850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2nd set of score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-8nSrPC_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/swELr0i09P4/s1600-h/DSC05476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-8nSrPC_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/swELr0i09P4/s320/DSC05476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206087077477682162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final set of scores, I DIDN"T LOSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we all went home. It was an awesome day in my opinion. It was simple and fun, just how I wanted it. Thanks again for all the people who wished me happy birthday during my b'day. Really appreciate it guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I got a mail the other day. It was a birthday card from Malaysia. My dear dear a.k.a. Abigail went around to get signatures from my friends in Kuching. Awwwww, Love you baby dear~! Really appreciate the effort u put in to do it. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SEANAirPDEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/J8OAYMtmQCc/s1600-h/DSC05502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SEANAirPDEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/J8OAYMtmQCc/s320/DSC05502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206175472199601218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stamps made me know it was from u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SEANBSrPDFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yAfrSgHlFyU/s1600-h/DSC05504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SEANBSrPDFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yAfrSgHlFyU/s320/DSC05504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206175485084503122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby dear wrote me a letter too~! Muaks~! love u~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SEANDirPDGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TQkguETQESE/s1600-h/DSC05505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SEANDirPDGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TQkguETQESE/s320/DSC05505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206175523739208802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coolios guys. haha. Thanks for all the signatures~!!!&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/55342994399963895-8955216018196729680?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8955216018196729680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=8955216018196729680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/8955216018196729680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/8955216018196729680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday~'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SD-8vyrPDBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/LTFqQ1kemnY/s72-c/friendsterlarge+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-222222080599020554</id><published>2008-05-21T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:14:46.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Want</title><content type='html'>Dance with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the piano for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-222222080599020554?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/222222080599020554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=222222080599020554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/222222080599020554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/222222080599020554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-i-want.html' title='What I Want'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-35075049633148283</id><published>2008-05-13T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T04:51:41.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticker Photos &gt;=D</title><content type='html'>STICKER PHOTOS. Those are the things that are hiding in my wallet right now. Ever since I came to Christchurch, I've taken quite a few sticker photos. Shockingly, I look good in almost all of them. There are a few secrets to the looking good part. STICKER PHOTOS MAKE UGLY PEOPLE LOOK SUPER AWESOME/COOL. Example :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl9DAYV4dI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CTrmM83leuk/s1600-h/DSC05452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl9DAYV4dI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CTrmM83leuk/s320/DSC05452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199824735371125202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                        Not my sunglasses =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl9CQYV4cI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YgrQ7weSGjs/s1600-h/DSC05451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl9CQYV4cI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YgrQ7weSGjs/s320/DSC05451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199824722486223298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl9BQYV4bI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7sTOUY1rdO0/s1600-h/DSC05450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl9BQYV4bI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7sTOUY1rdO0/s320/DSC05450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199824705306354098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl9AwYV4aI/AAAAAAAAAF8/E6vpkAsrYwY/s1600-h/DSC05449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl9AwYV4aI/AAAAAAAAAF8/E6vpkAsrYwY/s320/DSC05449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199824696716419490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl9AQYV4ZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rbpUYkLnQpk/s1600-h/DSC05448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl9AQYV4ZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rbpUYkLnQpk/s320/DSC05448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199824688126484882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl-5AYV4iI/AAAAAAAAAG8/V5ARe59mL2s/s1600-h/DSC05454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl-5AYV4iI/AAAAAAAAAG8/V5ARe59mL2s/s320/DSC05454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199826762595688994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU SEE HOW SMOOTH THE SKINS ARE?????????? I ACTUALLY HAD A PIMPLE 10CM BIG BUT IT VANISHED!!! Ok, maybe not but they do make you look fairer and nicer. I don't even look like myself. Super awesome eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the tricks that the sticker photo booth use is BLURRING THE PHOTO. There is absolutely no detail in the photos which is why there is no zit/pimple on anyone's face. A normal camera would MAKE zit/pimples appear even if there is actually none of it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCmAAwYV4jI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5uD38o_iVFA/s1600-h/cheeky+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCmAAwYV4jI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5uD38o_iVFA/s320/cheeky+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199827995251302962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The pimple is on the left cheek (Lazy wanna photoshop a zit on a perfect person's face so Ah San will take the fall.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   oh man, this photo is from ages ago. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of it's trick is to BRIGHTEN/CONTRAST THE PHOTO. This is to make everyone fairer. Even if you're the guy from the Darlie toothpaste logo, you'll look like an albino in sticker photos. Sweet, now Africans can become Caucasian through sticker photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl9pQYV4fI/AAAAAAAAAGk/oVYHOr1yy_Q/s1600-h/DarkieToothpaste_new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl9pQYV4fI/AAAAAAAAAGk/oVYHOr1yy_Q/s320/DarkieToothpaste_new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199825392501121522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                    Evolution of Darkie to Darlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sticker photos aren't cheap. They cost $8 to for 8 different shots but only 4 will be developed. The size and number of photos developed at the end isn't much to be proud of too. But it's kinda worth it since I can put it in my wallet. I prefer developed photos over digital photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I stop here. Too lazy to continue on. As promised, I BLOGGED!! Well, this post's true purpose is to show off how cool I look in sticker photos. And to show I don't look like the super weirdo korean dude that you guys think I look like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl9pAYV4eI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mYaic6ouiDk/s1600-h/Copy%2Bof%2B750px-YooHee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl9pAYV4eI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mYaic6ouiDk/s320/Copy%2Bof%2B750px-YooHee2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199825388206154210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile like rapist like that. Totally doesn't look like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl9pgYV4gI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SOuy7uLZcV4/s1600-h/DSC05455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl9pgYV4gI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SOuy7uLZcV4/s320/DSC05455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199825396796088834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR. Just to let the people know that I am still with Abigail and ROARNESS to people who ask me the question "Are you still with Abigail?".  Yea, I have an awesome gf and it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;My blog is getting weirder and weirder. Awesomeeeeee. &gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-35075049633148283?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/35075049633148283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=35075049633148283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/35075049633148283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/35075049633148283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/sticker-photos-d.html' title='Sticker Photos &gt;=D'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/SCl9DAYV4dI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CTrmM83leuk/s72-c/DSC05452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-3238767487662172943</id><published>2007-12-15T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T04:45:08.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah's Birthday Party - Blog Revival - ROAR</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday HANNAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : The day of the party is not Hannah's real birth date. Her real birthday is on 14th December. The birthday party was on 12 December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, Hannah, you're now 18!!! You are now more legal to do a few more things such as&lt;br /&gt;-smoke&lt;br /&gt;-kill annoying people&lt;br /&gt;-sniff glue&lt;br /&gt;-laugh out loud (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;- rolling on the floor laughing(ROFL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this I bet you couldn't do those and now you're legally allowed to do those mentioned~!!! Of course with everything the government gives, they take something equally valuable from you. You can go to JAIL now. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Insert Jail Pic&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, Hannah, i hope you read this. This was the incomplete post that was from last year. That means I was telling the truth when i was saying i'm gonna blog about your birthday party. Unfortunately i never got to do it so i'm posting this up as a revival of my blog. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to do regular posting from now on~!! ROARRRRRRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-3238767487662172943?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3238767487662172943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=3238767487662172943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/3238767487662172943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/3238767487662172943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/hannahs-birthday-party-blog-revival.html' title='Hannah&apos;s Birthday Party - Blog Revival - ROAR'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-242031878686348285</id><published>2007-12-06T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:28:22.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st of December</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been 8 days since 1st of December. So.... I'm pretty late in updating the blog. Haha. Onwards to blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guess what!!! It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABIGAIL'S BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;on the 1st of December!!!! Coincidentally it is also my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brother's Birthday.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What are the odds of their birthday happens on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate blogspot. The fonts are screwed up again. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of you didn't know but Abigail is working in a shoe shop. Please, visit HER blog to know more. She can't take a day off that day so we only went out after her work finished. It's her freaking birthday, can't the boss give her a day off??? -_-"""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Given are a few imaginary situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Abigail : Can I take a day off since it's my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Boss    : Money don't grow on trees.&lt;br /&gt;Abigail : I know. Your point would be?&lt;br /&gt;Boss    :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Boss&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    : &lt;/span&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;*Abigail goes out having fun on her birthday*&lt;br /&gt;Boss    : I should stop using metaphors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Abigail : Can I take a day off since it's my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Boss    : No. My butt itches so I hate everyone right now. NEEERGH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Abigail : ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Abigail : Can I take a day off since it's my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Boss    : No because it said so in Grey's Anatomy. GREY'S ANATOMY IS TEHZ BESTZ SHOWW ON                  EARTH!!! ROXXORZZZ!!!!  ARE YOU |33t H@X0R FOR DOUBTING GREY"S                                  ANATOMY!!!!???&lt;br /&gt;Abigail : I hate my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I wrote the stuff above. I shall never attempt to do so again. Anyways, I picked Abigail up and we went to Coffee Bean. For some very odd reason, THERE WERE LOTS OF CARS EVERYWHERE!!! There were even lots of people in Coffee Bean. It was nearing 10pm when we reach Coffee Bean. It was full. Apparently Kuching people have upgraded their lifestyle and they are rich enough to drink RM10 drinks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't take much photos that night. Dratz. My photograhy instincts didn't kick in and Abigail was meeting her friends shortly so there weren't many photos taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/R1wMffFT-VI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PC2yfiLWQDQ/s1600-h/DSC04625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/R1wMffFT-VI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PC2yfiLWQDQ/s320/DSC04625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141998609609521490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                                             Choc-a-Log Cake.&lt;br /&gt;                                                           It's freaking disgusting. Even the Santa is asking&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       you to not buy that                                                                                                         disgusting cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/R1wQGPFT-YI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DVO_bcOYOAg/s1600-h/DSC04627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/R1wQGPFT-YI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DVO_bcOYOAg/s320/DSC04627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142002573864335746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                 Abi hated it very much. We didn't even finish half of the cake.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           That's how disgusting it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Did you guys notice that when Christmas is near, SANTA CLAUS appears in almost EVERY product or commercial? Apparently SANTA CLAUS, the GIVER OF PRESENTS, endorses products for many big companies and takes the profit to buy cheap toys for little kids while the rest is for food. That's why he's so fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                       &lt;a href="http://www.theslackerz.com/index.php?Page=16"&gt;CLICK HERE FOR THE COMIC!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   An example comic to illustrate partly of what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, enough of my crap for 1 post. Hopefully I'll update more. Better cross your fingers and pick your nose to hope that I update more. Everytime I have something to update, the computer is occupied by my bro or sis. After that I forget what I want to update and thus I do not update. MUAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-242031878686348285?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/242031878686348285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=242031878686348285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/242031878686348285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/242031878686348285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/1st-of-december.html' title='1st of December'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/R1wMffFT-VI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PC2yfiLWQDQ/s72-c/DSC04625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-3547764726496658793</id><published>2007-10-17T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T00:48:54.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back~~~</title><content type='html'>Yo peeps, after such a long break, I've decided that I should start updating again. There are a few reasons to why I have not updated my blog for such a long time. I shall list out the reasons clearly so that you guys can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reason Number 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blogspot hates me. Everytime I feel like updating my blog,  blogspot will not let me sign in. It just loads there forever. I got so fed up that I did not bother to blog most of the time. To show how blogspot hates me, I will now present you a printscreen of the loading error. It has not been tampered in any way to show prejudice or to manipulate your way of thinking about blogspot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rx71Hde6_8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/r7qcFap7xZY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rx71Hde6_8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/r7qcFap7xZY/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124802934516416450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reason Number 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rx71Hte6_-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/ycjvrABiG0A/s1600-h/dota_loading_screen_wallpaper_by_artgerm11+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rx71Hte6_-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/ycjvrABiG0A/s320/dota_loading_screen_wallpaper_by_artgerm11+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124802938811383778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, Defence Of The Ancients, abbreviated as DOTA. The reason I online these days is to play DOTA. I do online to read manga too but mostly for DOTA. There isn't any other nice games on my computer now so i don't use it much. This is one of the reason why I did not update my blog. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reason Number 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Wikipedia. I've been reading wikipedia a lot lately. I read a lot of movie's plot. The ones that I missed watching but want to know the story. I read the plots for the slasher/horror stories too because I'm too chicken to watch them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rx71H9e6__I/AAAAAAAAAFE/QC0szWLWXvk/s1600-h/kfc_logo_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rx71H9e6__I/AAAAAAAAAFE/QC0szWLWXvk/s320/kfc_logo_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124802943106351090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Just reading will also give me the goosebumps, watching it will make me paranoid about the things around me. So I've been reading a lot of movie plots that takes up so much of my time and I didn't have much left for blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reason Number 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I"M LAZY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rx71Hte6_9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/e2l978i5JlQ/s1600-h/005+-+Lazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rx71Hte6_9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/e2l978i5JlQ/s320/005+-+Lazy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124802938811383762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of so many reasons, I think reason 4 has the most influence on me. I shall now update regularly as there are a few things I've been wanting to blog about. Gotta keep more memories of my life here so that I can recall easier. Alright, now I shall go play basketball to make myself taller. ROAR!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-3547764726496658793?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3547764726496658793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=3547764726496658793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/3547764726496658793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/3547764726496658793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back~~~'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rx71Hde6_8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/r7qcFap7xZY/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-3659866714746439730</id><published>2007-09-13T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:31:10.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Task 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-0f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="width: 426px; height: 320px;" height="320" width="426"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-0f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346352796431&amp;site=widget-0f.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=648518346352796431&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0f.slide.com/p1/648518346352796431/ms_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=648518346352796431&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0f.slide.com/p2/648518346352796431/ms_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-3659866714746439730?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3659866714746439730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=3659866714746439730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/3659866714746439730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/3659866714746439730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/task-10.html' title='Task 10'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-5204713177301195544</id><published>2007-09-13T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:22:03.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Task 9</title><content type='html'>Task 9 is about the subjects I am going to study next year after I have finish my Foundation Studies course. I am going to take the AFIS courses, which is somewhat connected to accounting. My degree would be an accounting degree. I would take Economics and Statistics as the side subjects. There was a seminar about course choosing for the degree and I skipped it. So.... I asked my friends about it. I hope they are correct about the courses I am about to take next year. It should be correct because the website of the university also helps you choose.  The degree would probably need 4 years to complete so I am going to be here for 5 years including this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 words is up again~~ And I'm lazy. -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-5204713177301195544?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5204713177301195544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=5204713177301195544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/5204713177301195544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/5204713177301195544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/task-9.html' title='Task 9'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-1291184397762277778</id><published>2007-08-30T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:31:39.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Link to Wikispaces : Task 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RunSM1dG5oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kTZU5N1f4ec/s1600-h/eucnconf_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RunSM1dG5oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kTZU5N1f4ec/s320/eucnconf_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109846370177967746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparently I don't have any photos of my friends in the University so this will do for the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Task 8 is about describing the friends that I have made in New Zealand and Foundation Studies. I have made quite a few friends that I cherish here. The friends I made here are friendly and some are funny. Some even resemble some of my friends in Malaysia. My friends are like Winnie, Katrina, Kelly, Geminy, Mervyn, Kev, Jack and so on. They come from different countries like Hong Kong, China, Singapore, Taiwan, Korea and so on. It is quite fun to learn other languages. I have improved my Cantonese and learn a few Korean sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that I do for fun here is playing pool. It is actually the only fun thing here. I couldn't find any other thing to do. I do play computer games with my friends in cyber cafes occasionally. The price for movies here is very expensive so I don't really watch as much movie here than in Malaysia. Oops, my 100 words is up. I'm too lazy to write so much. Haha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the link for wikispaces. It's a space where you can post the stuff you want. Go there and see our discussion about our software. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://foun041.wikispaces.com/" onmousedown="this.href+='t/b/88x31_pb'; this.onmousedown=''; return true;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://foun041.wikispaces.com/i/b/88x31_pb.gif" alt="Wikispaces" border="0" height="31" width="88" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-1291184397762277778?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1291184397762277778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=1291184397762277778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/1291184397762277778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/1291184397762277778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/link-to-wikispaces.html' title='Link to Wikispaces : Task 8'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RunSM1dG5oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kTZU5N1f4ec/s72-c/eucnconf_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-2683060123402014361</id><published>2007-08-20T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:04:50.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Task 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RunP9VdG5nI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HaeVItzbswc/s1600-h/mt-cook-new-zealand-tour-operator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RunP9VdG5nI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HaeVItzbswc/s320/mt-cook-new-zealand-tour-operator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109843904866739826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Don't think you'll see this view in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Task 7 is up now. I'm going to talk about my daily life in New Zealand. Exciting isn't it!! I bet you all are very excited to hear about my life here~! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One difference in my daily life in Malaysia and in my daily life in New Zealand is the temperature. Malaysia is freaking hot but New Zealand is freaking cold. Most of my friends in Malaysia complain to me about how hot it is there but I'm complaining to them about how cold it is here. Another difference between the life here and in Malaysia is the bus system. The buses here are much better than the ones in Malaysia. Especially in Kuching, the town where I come from. There is a lot more buses here and the quality of the buses are much better. In New Zealand, you wouldn't really have to use cash a lot. You would just use the eftpost card, which acts like a debit card. Almost everywhere store or place uses the eftpost card service and it is very convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The similarities between the life in New Zealand and the life in Malaysia would be amount of flora and fauna in the city.                                               The city where I came from in Malaysia is also full of flora and fauna. It is not the capital city so there isn't a lot of skyscrapers and the pollution is low. That is the only similarities that i can find between New Zealand and Malaysia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-2683060123402014361?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2683060123402014361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=2683060123402014361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/2683060123402014361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/2683060123402014361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/task-7.html' title='Task 7'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RunP9VdG5nI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HaeVItzbswc/s72-c/mt-cook-new-zealand-tour-operator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-5379585338388721355</id><published>2007-08-16T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T02:53:12.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowfun Snowboarding!!!</title><content type='html'>Guess what dudes. Guess damn it. Why didn't you guys guess. T_T  You guys hurt my feelings... Putting crap aside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WENT SNOWBOARDING!!!! SNOWBOARD FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cue music*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snowboardman, snowboardman, falls like crap and hurts like hell. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shreds the snow,&lt;br /&gt;face on snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knock friends down, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes he can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look out, he's the snowboardman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To learn how to sing that song, please refer to the Spiderman Theme Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RswHIJ9QrMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/N9Zb1W-uY4I/s1600-h/spiderman_photo_calendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RswHIJ9QrMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/N9Zb1W-uY4I/s320/spiderman_photo_calendar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101460314597141698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Spiderman picture I got from Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to normal blogging.&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I was born. Fast forwarding to last week, my friends invited me to join them learning snowboarding during the holidays. I happily agreed!! The catch was I will be the one doing the booking because my english is "good". So I did the booking to go snowboarding on 15 August 2007. The place we're going to is called Mount Hutt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RsbB_J9QquI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lg3TC0cD9Kk/s1600-h/mount_hutt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RsbB_J9QquI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lg3TC0cD9Kk/s320/mount_hutt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099976918792448738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to be at the Riccarton bus stop at 725am. I had to wake up at 6am which is very very hard for me. Fortunately I'm waking up early to snowboard so my biological clock changed it's time to wake up at 6am. So Young and Kelly woke up at 5 and 530. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RsbCnZ9QqvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RnlmRwMI6QM/s1600-h/Homer-Sleep1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RsbCnZ9QqvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RnlmRwMI6QM/s320/Homer-Sleep1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099977610282183410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still sleeping around 5 and 530...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach the bus stop just in time and we went in the bus/mini van or something. The seats were messy and I had to sit alone in the side. There were these 2 Japanese kid who seem to be bad at reading English or something. We filled out a form about our height and weight and so on to get us the right gear for snowboarding. Accodring to Kelly and So Young, they wrote 160/164 for WEIGHT and 15/16 for HEIGHT. Wow, 160kg and 15cm tall. What the hell are they, mini Sumo Wrestlers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RsbBsZ9QqtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arJIUU5WzJI/s1600-h/8117.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RsbBsZ9QqtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arJIUU5WzJI/s320/8117.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099976596669901522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wahaha, mini sumo wrestlers. With remote controls. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view on the way to Mount Hutt is fantastic. It's like in the magazines where they show you snowcap mountains that looks very very beautiful. I took a few photos in the bus/mini van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RsbDqp9QqwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Wqec-w2K_dg/s1600-h/DSC04165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RsbDqp9QqwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Wqec-w2K_dg/s320/DSC04165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099978765628386050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RsbEZp9QqxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AEBOGVNHf-M/s1600-h/DSC04169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RsbEZp9QqxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AEBOGVNHf-M/s320/DSC04169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099979573082237714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey was about 2 hours+. I had to endure 1 hour of a little kid yapping his questions to his dad. I don't mind the kid asking questions to his dad but can he turn down the volume a little?? He was so LOUD and I was just right behind him. A few examples of his questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Annoying Kid : "The sun is blinking!! Dad, why is the sun blinking?? Look dad, the sun is blinking!!"&lt;br /&gt;(There were a row of trees on the side of the road blocking the sun, that's why the sun is blinking. Damn retard. -__-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Annoying Kid : "There is a car at the back dad. Why is there a car at the back dad?? Where is he going??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Kid, have you never seen a car behind another car?? At that time the road was a 1 way road to Mount Hutt. Gee, I guess it was so hard to know where the car was going so I'm guessing it's going to Korea to snowboard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Annoying Kid : "Dad why are we stopping here?? Why is the driver going out of the bus?? DAD?!!"&lt;br /&gt;(What the hell, the driver just said he was going to put chains on the wheels so that the bus can move on snow. What the hell were you doing when he was announcing that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RswFLZ9QrLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BuwKfDN3iKc/s1600-h/sparent_whining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RswFLZ9QrLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BuwKfDN3iKc/s320/sparent_whining.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101458171408460978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shut the heck up man. I can't stand the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He was more annoying than that. The 2 guys sitting across me was pretty pissed too. Oh yea, Vodafone rocks because even up in the mountains there is still good connection. Compared to Digi, Maxis or Celcom, Vodafone is way better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsvq9J9QqzI/AAAAAAAAABM/CAkYdPVttr8/s1600-h/209-OFF-Vodafone_Square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsvq9J9QqzI/AAAAAAAAABM/CAkYdPVttr8/s320/209-OFF-Vodafone_Square.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101429339293002546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vodafone rocks. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Mount Hutt about 940am. We were thrilled about it. We went to change into our rented full kit. Then we went to the rental area to get our snowboarding gear. It was freaking awesome to get a snowboard. It was pretty heavy though. We took it outside and waited for our instructor to teach us snowboarding. The instructor's a guy called Jered. A cool dude. Didn't have any photos of him though. He taught us a few basic rules handling the snowboard and then taught us how to board a little. After that we went to the slope where we learn to try applying those basics into real action. I fell and knocked countless of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RsvrfJ9Qq0I/AAAAAAAAABU/u0zf0pLRM8Y/s1600-h/DSC04170+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RsvrfJ9Qq0I/AAAAAAAAABU/u0zf0pLRM8Y/s320/DSC04170+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101429923408554818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow, where did you buy THAT dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsvr959Qq1I/AAAAAAAAABc/pGMOoNx017I/s1600-h/DSC04171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsvr959Qq1I/AAAAAAAAABc/pGMOoNx017I/s320/DSC04171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101430451689532242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RswA7Z9QrJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/o_MBimCSMcE/s1600-h/DSC04173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RswA7Z9QrJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/o_MBimCSMcE/s320/DSC04173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101453498484042898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the hair of the guy at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RsvuTJ9Qq3I/AAAAAAAAABs/5AXzrhPsQL8/s1600-h/DSC04175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RsvuTJ9Qq3I/AAAAAAAAABs/5AXzrhPsQL8/s320/DSC04175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101433015785007986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Kelly~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsvulp9Qq4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/nhEwVBUVS4A/s1600-h/DSC04174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsvulp9Qq4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/nhEwVBUVS4A/s320/DSC04174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101433333612587906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Young~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RsvyIp9Qq5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/HOUhpReskyY/s1600-h/DSC04182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RsvyIp9Qq5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/HOUhpReskyY/s320/DSC04182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101437233442892690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Young and Kelly~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The fun thing about snowboarding is when you're going fast down the slope. The painful part is where you want to stop. I fell down countless times on my butt and it hurts like crap. I knocked into someone and someone knocked into me and the cycle goes on. There were a few times where I managed to stop and going from left to right and vice versa successfully. There were even a few times where I wanted to stop and the snowboard skidded down vertically with my body facing down and my hands grabbing snow. It was awesome I tell you. Looked like I was doing a trick or something. So Young was the fastest learner among the 3 of us. Kelly and me were just bad at snowboarding. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RsvyYJ9Qq6I/AAAAAAAAACE/7-S0rmkD9bY/s1600-h/DSC04185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RsvyYJ9Qq6I/AAAAAAAAACE/7-S0rmkD9bY/s320/DSC04185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101437499730865058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camwhore a bit first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsvzhp9Qq7I/AAAAAAAAACM/Fy_bkMT4JSg/s1600-h/DSC04186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsvzhp9Qq7I/AAAAAAAAACM/Fy_bkMT4JSg/s320/DSC04186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101438762451250098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv0Xp9Qq8I/AAAAAAAAACU/yGqlJAN9jjM/s1600-h/DSC04187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv0Xp9Qq8I/AAAAAAAAACU/yGqlJAN9jjM/s320/DSC04187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101439690164186050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv1N59Qq9I/AAAAAAAAACc/YEngfygcEF8/s1600-h/DSC04188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv1N59Qq9I/AAAAAAAAACc/YEngfygcEF8/s320/DSC04188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101440622172089298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is just for joke. It is not really a molester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, it was quite hot on Mount Hutt. It was a sunny day but there's snow so it should still be cold. Oh well, I prefer hot rather than cold. It was very very tiring to snowboard. We had to walk up the slope to get more snowboarding time. If we used the "magic carpet", we will have to wait for a very long time before we get to the top of the slope due to the long queue. We felt the pain the in legs when we walk up the slope and felt the pain in our butts when we fell down. So we will feel pain no matter what. Greatttttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv1cp9Qq-I/AAAAAAAAACk/NHEmcRRph_o/s1600-h/DSC04189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv1cp9Qq-I/AAAAAAAAACk/NHEmcRRph_o/s320/DSC04189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101440875575159778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The other snowboarding team. They were tired too. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv1z59Qq_I/AAAAAAAAACs/m9UDPxFdFO0/s1600-h/DSC04190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv1z59Qq_I/AAAAAAAAACs/m9UDPxFdFO0/s320/DSC04190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101441275007118322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up on the magic carpet~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv3IZ9QrAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/D6tXOQWORPM/s1600-h/DSC04191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv3IZ9QrAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/D6tXOQWORPM/s320/DSC04191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101442726706064386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peace~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv8Dp9QrBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/w-fGCzx6-jY/s1600-h/DSC04196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv8Dp9QrBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/w-fGCzx6-jY/s320/DSC04196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101448142659824658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv8aJ9QrCI/AAAAAAAAADE/hviRcHmXfa8/s1600-h/DSC04197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv8aJ9QrCI/AAAAAAAAADE/hviRcHmXfa8/s320/DSC04197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101448529206881314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv8xJ9QrDI/AAAAAAAAADM/KXEcTt2mYjM/s1600-h/DSC04199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv8xJ9QrDI/AAAAAAAAADM/KXEcTt2mYjM/s320/DSC04199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101448924343872562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A whole lot of snowboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv9Zp9QrEI/AAAAAAAAADU/3KIrN0FPf1Q/s1600-h/DSC04201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv9Zp9QrEI/AAAAAAAAADU/3KIrN0FPf1Q/s320/DSC04201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101449620128574530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My board. Snowboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv9p59QrFI/AAAAAAAAADc/qtgz7QiCjYg/s1600-h/DSC04202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv9p59QrFI/AAAAAAAAADc/qtgz7QiCjYg/s320/DSC04202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101449899301448786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was resting from the slope climbing so drew a smiley~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv-PJ9QrGI/AAAAAAAAADk/9o6l7if_5iM/s1600-h/DSC04205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv-PJ9QrGI/AAAAAAAAADk/9o6l7if_5iM/s320/DSC04205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101450539251575906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kelly and So Young~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv-rJ9QrHI/AAAAAAAAADs/z5LEJLki0P0/s1600-h/DSC04207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv-rJ9QrHI/AAAAAAAAADs/z5LEJLki0P0/s320/DSC04207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101451020287913074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super strong fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everything ended about 315pm. Felt like doing some more snowboarding but my battered body says no so we decided to head to the bus. When we change into our own shoes, it felt so light. It's like walking on air. Bloody snowboard shoes, it's damn heavy. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv_s59QrII/AAAAAAAAAD0/_ZkAiYqo0Gg/s1600-h/DSC04211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/Rsv_s59QrII/AAAAAAAAAD0/_ZkAiYqo0Gg/s320/DSC04211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101452149864311938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last photo at Mount Hutt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RswEd59QrKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/j1YS0VjH6LM/s1600-h/DSCF0682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RswEd59QrKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/j1YS0VjH6LM/s320/DSCF0682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101457389724413090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I had severe neck pain the next day for sleeping like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. I have several entries but they are all still in draft. I should really try to finish one post first before doing another. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-5379585338388721355?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5379585338388721355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=5379585338388721355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/5379585338388721355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/5379585338388721355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/snowfun-snowboarding.html' title='Snowfun Snowboarding!!!'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RswHIJ9QrMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/N9Zb1W-uY4I/s72-c/spiderman_photo_calendar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-5201661237524001754</id><published>2007-08-12T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T02:23:37.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore National Day Dinner</title><content type='html'>It's Singapore's 42nd birthday last Saturday!!! For all you non-singaporeans, Singapore National day falls on 11 August~!! It is when they split up with Malaysia and be independent. Some of you may not know where Singapore is so below I have provided you a map of where Singapore is located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-14/20:03:14" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070814/200314.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha. Click to enlarge. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Singapore Club in uni have organized a dinner for Singapore Day. They invited the Infinite Flame dancers to dance as one of the programs for the night. The Czone dance group are called Infinite Flame if you guys didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/17:00:17" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/170017.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Infinite Flamers. Rock on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are performing for the Singapore National Day dinner, I expected we get free tickets but discounts are still ok. XD The dinner is held at Chinatown Seafood Restaurant. We went there in the afternoon to have some practice. We wanted to get used to the place we are performing so we can dance better that way. We even helped decorate the place by blowing up balloons. And I mean blow it up. The balloons kept popping like mad for some odd reason so we lost a good deal of balloons. Damn those cheap balloons.  Sharon was there too. I was shocked to see her there. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/15:26:53" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/152653.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our ticket is between Member and below 12 yr's price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner has a formal/semi-formal dresscode. Everyone's confused how formal we should wear. I'm definitely not going to rent a suit for the dinner so i opted the semi-formal dresscode. To compensate for it I STYLED MY HAIR. It's very rare for me to do that because when you style your hair, you have to use wax or gel or something. It'll make ur hair sticky and I hate that feeling therefore I don't style it often.&gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/14:14:44" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media0.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/141444.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan Cabrera dudes. It isn't that thick actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were actually late for the dinner but we were fortunate enough have 3 seats left in a table. I was hoping for the all the dancers to sit in one table but oh well. Gracey/Gracie/Grace was bored in her table or something and came over to sit with us. We were talking so much crap and took lots of stupid photos. We fooled around  a lot. We wanted to check our hair so we video it because it'll show you how your hair looks like when you're moving. Ahhhhh... Fun times... Fun times... And that just happened a few days ago. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/14:55:16" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/145516.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He looks like Popeye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/14:55:27" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media0.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/145527.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/15:23:35" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/152335.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vince's tie~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all dinners with specific purpose, it starts out with some important people giving speeches. Practically nobody listens to speeches except some old people. We just kept eating the appetizers which are sour vegetables and peanuts. I wish they can give better appetizers. Something like pork ribs or something. THAT would be a good appetizer. ^_^  After the boring speech which nobody was listening, we sang Singapore and New Zealand's national anthem. Apparently some of the singaporeans also sing the national anthem wrongly for so many years. You know who you are. -_-" Then comes the IMPORTANT part of the dinner, FOOD. It's a 10 course meal so it rocks! But only a few are nice so it didn't rock that much. I didn't take any photos of the food because I'll look retarded or something if I took photos of the food while sitting with a bunch of people whom I do not know. After a while, we had to change into our costumes because we had to dance soon after the lucky draw. Below is an example of the costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-14/20:20:50" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media0.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070814/202050.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magnifito!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding~~ No way are we going to change into something like that. We gotta wear baggy pants and green or white shirt. It's to look more hip hop. Hippidy hop hop dudes. No bling bling though. When we finished changing, the lucky draw was still on. I hate lucky draws. I never won anything in my life in lucky draws. 3 person in my table won something. How lucky. -_-" Gracey/Gracie/Grace won a voucher to a restaurant but she traded it with another person who won a scooter. Poor sap, he got tricked into exchanging gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/16:13:28" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media0.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/161328.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile till so cheeky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/16:02:08" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media2.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/160208.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for our dance. This performance was the most fun of all. Everyone was screaming and cheering, a whole different atmosphere then the previous performances. There were a lot of mistakes but I didn't really care because it was fun. Haha. I've ask someone to video it for your viewing. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGNcZN62Vdw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGNcZN62Vdw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our dance, we change back to our original clothes and there was another dance going on. BELLY DANCING. Bellies were dancing all over the place. The scene was traumatizing. Can you imagine that?? BELLIES DANCING. Ok, it was just a girl belly dancing as part of the entertainment for the night. They even pass leaflets to every table about the belly dancing lessons. It was ok I guess, the guys were like looking at the girl belly dancing with great determination and with their mouths open. I bet they want to learn how to belly dance so they were concentrating real hard.  She danced to 2 songs so I had to hold my camera up for 6 minutes. The pain... the horror....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: No videos yet. Forgot to rotate before uploading into youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that is back to the main event, FOOD. After a few dishes, we got bored and we went around taking photos. Took a group photos of the Infinite Flamers, with the cake, and all sorts of stuff. We even took a video of Merlvyn saying sorry to the camera. Wahahaha. But I wont upload that for the fear of repercussions. He learn tae-kwan-do so he can kick my ass thoroughly if he wanted to. And he's "flexible".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/17:40:07" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/174007.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Singapore National cake....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/18:19:07" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media2.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/181907.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just kidding, this is the cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/16:58:06" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media2.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/165806.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Must pose with cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/17:01:01" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/170101.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 of our beautiful dancers. Er... 1 cute one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/17:02:54" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/170254.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our dance instructor and my cellgroup leader!!! Evlyn!! Woot woot~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/17:07:28" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/170728.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/17:07:55" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/170755.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vince: You're so strong... Gracey/Gracie/Grace: I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/17:08:21" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/170821.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/17:09:47" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/170947.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/17:10:28" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/171028.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is blur in most photos. -_-"""""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/17:12:20" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/171220.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/17:11:54" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/171154.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she's not blur, other people are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/17:13:38" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media2.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/171338.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My clothes look way better than that in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/17:15:39" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media2.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/171539.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We decided to kill her for being retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/18:11:56" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/181156.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even my cellgroup leader won a lucky draw prize!! T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was an auction. All the money gained will be donated to the Singapore Club and boy should the president be happy. There were air tickets being auctioned, some Maori traditional thing, wines and some others. The Maori traditional thing was auctioned off at NZ$400!!! The starting bid was NZ$30 I think. After it was auctioned off, the uncle returned it back to them to be auctioned again. He still has to pay NZ$400 though. His friend bought it at NZ$399. The president must be smiling like mad that time. Half of the time the table next to the uncles were cheering them on to bid higher and the uncles were a little bit drunk I guess so they simply raised their hands to bid. I don't think their wives are going to be happy with them when they go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner ended with a final lucky draw which is A TICKET PLUS RETURN TO SINGAPORE. How sweet is that. UNFORTUNATELY, I didn't get it. Could've sold it man. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/20:04:45" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media0.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/200445.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Brighton's clock tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/20:05:16" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media2.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/200516.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/mattyii#date/2007-08-11/20:41:46" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media2.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070811/204146.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The scene where the tire died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so long since I attended something formal. Overall it was a fun night I guess. Dance dance~~ Feel like dancing~~ Wahahaha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I screwed up so.... the post is weird. I did it twice so I don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. The website I use for hosting photos changed. The photos look blur. You gotta click them to see a clear one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-5201661237524001754?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5201661237524001754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=5201661237524001754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/5201661237524001754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/5201661237524001754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/singapore-national-day-dinner.html' title='Singapore National Day Dinner'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-1589381265871188693</id><published>2007-08-02T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T17:01:43.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Task 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RrJwO1BKgBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kwl0GVDkJSY/s1600-h/nz-christchurch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RrJwO1BKgBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kwl0GVDkJSY/s320/nz-christchurch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094257528561893394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task 6~!! Last task for the day. Repeat, for the day. I still have 4 tasks to do after today. T_T Let's get started then~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tell you about my living conditions in New Zealand. I bet some of the Malaysian friends don't know what kind of living conditions I'm staying. First of all, I live in a house. It is the type that is quite similar to the one I live in Malaysia. It has a roof, walls, doors, living room and others. xD The only difference that I found is that the houses here are mostly 1 storey high only. In Malaysia, the houses are evenly spread out among 1 storey and 2 storey high houses. I'm living in a 1 storey house now. It's fully carpeted except for the bathrooms and kitchen. You would rarely see people carpeting their houses in Malaysia so it's kind of a different feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In New Zealand, you can drink water out of the pipe. Isn't it shocking??? I could never do that in Malaysia. The water in New Zealand is clean enough to drink out of the pipe. Pretty convenient. We don't have to buy water to quench our thirst, just turn on the tap and drink out of it. Unfortunately the bottles of water being sold here is extremely expensive. $2 and above for a bottle of water. I could buy a bottle of water for $0.30 in Malaysia. (Note that I'm using New Zealand currency)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Zealand population is lucky to be living in New Zealand. It is a nice place to live in. Ok, I'm not very sure what it means. &lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are to describe how New Zealand population live and evaluate whether New Zealand people are lucky/unlucky or grateful/ungrateful for the environment they live in. You are also required to comment on your ideas of the role of Government and the Police on, life in New Zealand."&lt;br /&gt;New Zealanders live peacefully with each other and they care about city cleanliness a lot. They are lucky and grateful for the environment they live in. The government is great. So is the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!! I'm done for the day. It looks weird because I don't have much time and I don't understand the question. Oh well, I did a word count and it's over 100 words and I'm happy. xD&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/55342994399963895-1589381265871188693?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1589381265871188693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=1589381265871188693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/1589381265871188693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/1589381265871188693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/task-6.html' title='Task 6'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RrJwO1BKgBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kwl0GVDkJSY/s72-c/nz-christchurch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-2499464705029496619</id><published>2007-07-27T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T05:47:29.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Climbing RoX My SoX Off</title><content type='html'>Recently I joined a rock climbing session. Let me tell you, it was.... AWESOME. I love it!!! Unfortunately i didn't take much photos of the rock climbing thing. Darn. I really should take more photos so I don't have to write so much. A picture says a thousand words. Maybe we can draw a picture in our essay, and our 1000 words can be filled easily. I can't believe how smart I am. Hang Sem, you're never better than me. MUAHAHAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to rock climbing. The lesson start with strapping ourselves into... erm... I forgot what it's called. I shall name it, "body-strapper". That sounds weird, let's change it to "the thing". Anyways, we learned how to strap on the thing properly so that it isn't lose. It is important to make sure it's not too loose as it is dangerous if it's loose. Took us quite long before we are all set to go to the next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070718&amp;amp;ctime=122131" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070718/122131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After strapping us into the thing, we learned how to tie a few knots. 1 of them is a figure of 8. We had to do tie double figure of 8 to make sure it's real tight. Then we have to tie another knot to it so that it ends the rope. I forgot what the other knot was... Yes, I forgot things easily ok. -_-" But at least I remember how to tie it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070727&amp;amp;ctime=224735" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070727/224735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is how you tie a figure of 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to learn how to support your teammate. In case the climber falls, you can lock the harness and stop him from falling. Do it wrong and you partner comes flying down and you go flying up. It'll be a bit... tight in the bottom area if that happens. You'll get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070718&amp;amp;ctime=122158" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070718/122158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The instructor is pretty cute actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070718&amp;amp;ctime=122453" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070718/122453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long preparation session, we get to climb!!! If you guys never climbed before, you guys should really try it!! It's adrenaline pumping. Every step must be planned, especially the walls with only trickier rocks placements. Word of advice, never use running shoes when wall climbing. The base of the shoe is a lot wider than normal ones thus making it hard to step on the small rocks. The higher you climb, the faster the adrenaline pumps. Pulling yourself up, kicking the rock to go higher, it is just AWESOME. After you reach the top, you'll have to come down. Whatever goes up must come down. We have to let go of the rock and trust our partner. If he screws up, you're pretty much gonna get hurt or just feel some sort of pain in the crotch. Let the photos do the talking. Too lazy to write anymore. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070718&amp;amp;ctime=122531" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070718/122531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070718&amp;amp;ctime=122601" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070718/122601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070718&amp;amp;ctime=122929" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070718/122929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my turn to climb!!! Note that I wearing 2 pants that day. So my leg is not that fat. I'm not kidding. -_-"""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070718&amp;amp;ctime=124924" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070718/124924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nice shoes right~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070718&amp;amp;ctime=125037" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070718/125037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reached the top!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070718&amp;amp;ctime=125141" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070718/125141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going down~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070718&amp;amp;ctime=124717" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070718/124717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone took this picture. Looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This wraps up my rock climbing post. The Revolution post will come when I have less distractions when I am blogging. We danced on stage for the 1st time!!! Expect it to come soon~!! I will update more often from now on. The small posts with little things. Not like this posts. At least there's something new to read when you come to my blog right? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-2499464705029496619?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2499464705029496619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=2499464705029496619&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/2499464705029496619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/2499464705029496619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/rock-climbing-rox-my-sox-off.html' title='Rock Climbing RoX My SoX Off'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-5988586183116356278</id><published>2007-07-23T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T17:28:53.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Task 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RrJ2dFBKgCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZdzszGvCLfA/s1600-h/commerce_building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RrJ2dFBKgCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZdzszGvCLfA/s320/commerce_building.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094264370444795938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everybody~! Week 5 means Task 5~! For this exciting and fun post, you will know the courses I've taken in the University of Canterbury because I will be describing them~! Now sit back and relax as this post will blow you away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've told you in Task 4, I've taken the subjects the business subjects. For my 2nd semester, I've taken English(compulsory), Statistics, Accounting and Economics for Semester 2. All of the subjects are interesting to me. Accounting is a repeat subject for me of some sort. I've done it in high school before but in a different language so I'm converting from Malay to English. Statistics is quite fun as it is the only maths related subject I have now. I think it is a compulsory subject for being a accountant so I chose that subject too. English is quite important too because I never cited or quote anyone before in my essay. In the university, we have to have our own sources and paraphrase other people's work into our essay as our own ideas isn't very important. If I didn't know that during Year 1 in uni, I would've failed my assignments and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question in the task:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Do you think you will pass the exams and is it important to you to pass them? What will happen or be said if you do pass and what will happen if you do not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I'll pass the exams... It is quite important to pass them as I would have to pay for the summer course and do the courses again. Like they say, time is money. Let's see... I would be happy if I pass my exams. Crying and moaning is quite unlikely. If I don't pass the exams, I would have to fork out money to go to the summer course. That would really suck. Really really suck. Better not fail then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it 100 words? It better be.... Off to task 6!! My blog's being checked today at 5pm so rushing to finish the tasks until task 6. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I randomly chose a photo from the University of Canterbury website to fulfill the requirement of posting a photo of the international student. So I do not know them. =]&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/55342994399963895-5988586183116356278?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5988586183116356278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=5988586183116356278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/5988586183116356278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/5988586183116356278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/task-5.html' title='Task 5'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnStQgDc7-A/RrJ2dFBKgCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZdzszGvCLfA/s72-c/commerce_building.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-9014922007551390057</id><published>2007-07-11T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:50:11.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Task 4</title><content type='html'>We're up to task 4 this week!! Rejoice because it's almost halfway done!!! I said rejoice. Rejoice now!! *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;This time I will describe the reasons for choosing courses that will help me in my degree courses. It would be because I've studied it before. Accounting, Economics and Commerce are the subjects I've done in high school so deciding which courses to take is a breeze. I will be studying accounting for my degree anyway so I will be surely be studying business subjects in my foundation. These courses are the ones my father wanted me to take too. He wants me to take a business degree, preferably an accounting degree. Though I doubt my friends would give opinions on what I should study. We usually just say study whatever you like or study whatever suits you or even study whatever there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family.... Always thinking what's best for you. It is always good to listen to your family about what courses you should take. But voice out what you would want to study too. Being forced to study what you don't like wouldn't be a good idea. You'll be kicking and screaming going to the university, you'll keep cursing that you don't like the course, you'll hate the course to bits, you'll study less about it as you don't like it and thus fail the course. It'll  be a waste of money and time. Good thing I like business courses when my dad wanted me to study business. The only science subjects I like is physics. Chemistry and Biology sucks. End of argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last question given to me in my Task 4 assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; If you could start again would you choose different courses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I wouldn't want to choose a different course. Nor would I want to start again. Maybe some of you would jump at the opportunity to turn back time and start again. The course is going pretty well for me so why would I want to start a course I'm doing quite well on??  Would anyone of you want to turn back time and start a different course??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm required to give you a HYPERLINK on the university website.  I just used a word not much of you guys would understand. I feel smarter already. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uco.canterbury.ac.nz/bridging/foundation/"&gt;Foundation&lt;/a&gt; In University of Canterbury&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/55342994399963895-9014922007551390057?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9014922007551390057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=9014922007551390057&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/9014922007551390057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/9014922007551390057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/task-4.html' title='Task 4'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-1943270865558392399</id><published>2007-07-11T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T05:44:40.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Czone Cellgroup Competition Night!!! Part 2</title><content type='html'>Ok, onward with part 2!!! Be very grateful because I haven't done Task 4 for the ICT assignment and I'm doing personal blogging 1st. Lock and Load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a few more activities after the story telling time from Wilson. We played another Team Game!!! This game is trickier. 1st off we split out into our own cellgroup. I happen to be in the cellgroup called H2O. Abreviation from Heart 2 Obey. Kinda sounds like Hard 2 Obey eh. Nevertheless it's a nice cellgroup where everyone is friendly and kind and fun~! Muhahaha. Anyways, the game is played like this. 8 people will be tied towards a marker. 2 or more will be the ones who will give orders to the people tied to the marker. There will be a bottle somewhere in the middle of 8 people and the coordinators will have to give orders to them to get the marker into the bottle. Anyone pulling any harder will tilt the marker sideways and thus making it unable to go into the bottle. The aim is for us to realise how teamwork is important but so is listening to our leader's orders. Any rebellion from a certain part of a team will cause the objective being carried out to fail. Kinda makes you feel impatient when the marker doesn't go in when it LOOKS as if it was suppose to go in. Ha ha. In the end we lose by 3 seconds to the winner. And the winning cellgroup suddenly name their cellgroup as Destroy for the night. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=170559" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/170559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't eat dinner before that so I was hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=170907" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/170907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is that guy familiar??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=171016" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/171016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sure you never seen that guy before??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=171124" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/171124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone who studies physics should know the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, after that is Drama competition!!! Woohoo!!! I just love drama competitions. We get to be creative and we can do lots of funny stuff in it. But for some odd reason, I never win in drama competitions. T_T We are given 3 parables from the bible to choose from. Don't ask me which parable it is because I already forget them all. My cellgroup chose to do a drama about... some farmer guy who threw seeds to the ground, then got bird eat, then throw seeds again but landed on rock which died of dehydration, then throw again and it landed on thorns which suffocated the plants. Finally when his aiming got better, he threw it on good soil. Wonder how long did he train to do that. -_-" The plants grew into beautiful plants. Well, I forgot the meaning of the parable too so no comment on it. Ask Hannah, she should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=172628" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/172628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to Kelvin giving summary of the 3 parables in the book of Luke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=172635" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/172635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=173902" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/173902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our cellgroup's leader, Evelyn!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=174840" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/174840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Discussion for drama is over!! Nervous nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the drama, our dance team is performing!!! WOOT WOOT!!!! Give it up for Czone's dance team!!! I'm in it by the way. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=174857" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/174857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Everybody, here's the dance group of Czone!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oGKOTtpe04Q"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oGKOTtpe04Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the drama, we were treated a video of a few basketballers using basketballs to create fantastic music. They were sooooo coordinated. Oh man, words could not describe how cool it is. Every sound and beat was nicely done by them. The timing was perfect. The basketballers were shoo-ed by a chef upstairs for being noisy then the scene shifted to the kitchen. The head chef and his chefs made music by banging on the pans and chopping and all sorts of stuff. It was awesome too!! Then the meeting was ended with some praise and worship. We jumped and stuff and it ended with a Blast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=181157" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/181157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watching the Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=181207" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/181207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Must be too absorbed in the Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=181604" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/181604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing for God my dudes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We took some group photos too. I love group photos. I don't know why but I just love group photos. Below are the group photos we took. 1 of them are of the dance group~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=182945" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/182945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Group Photo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=183100" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/183100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now pose!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=183403" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/183403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The dance team!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=183426" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/183426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morija the German Girl!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, the moment of truth!!! Some of you may not have seen me dancing properly so I present to you me freestyling. I wanted to show abi how I dance too. And I've never seen myself dance so I video it down that night. It was when we were fooling around after the last dance practice. Enjoy~~~ Going to bed now. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. The video had to be rotated to be straight so I look kinda stubby. NOT BECAUSE I LOOK LIKE THAT NATURALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.2  I cut my hair. I look like a monkey now. 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Part 2'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-4487982942722532041</id><published>2007-07-07T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T19:10:59.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Czone Cellgroup Competition Night!!! Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit: Forgot to post 1 more photo I edited. Part 2 coming up tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an awesome night!!! It was a Czone Cellgroup Competition Night!! (I made that up actually, but it was a competition between cellgroups) Chisel Zone is our youth's name by the way. Abbreviated as Czone. Anyways, I was snapping photos for the whole night but 30-40% if them are blur. ARGH!!! I wan an SLR camera!!! My camera cannot focus properly under yellow light or under low light!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=170946" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/170946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Example of a blur photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you might not know that I started dancing since I came to New Zealand. Yes, I DANCE. DO NOT LAUGH. -_-""" Dancing is fun ok. We had to perform during competition night. My dance group went early to do some last practices. We fooled around after the practice to kill time before youth starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=145523" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/145523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Cha cha cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=150401" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/150401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monkey!! Wheee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=152752" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/152752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Score is 2-5 now. Don't bother us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth meeting this time is to convey the message of teamwork and talents. A group must always work as a team to achieve their goals. If a group is doing something without working together, the result would be disastrous. We played a few team based games to show how communication and teamwork is required in a team to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070708&amp;amp;ctime=155758" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070708/155758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arsenal rules!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st up is fashion show. We split between 2 teams, 5 guys and 5 girls. There are items on the table where each team will have to take one and walk down fashionably down the lane like a model. The 2nd person will have to take a new item and wear it on together with what the previous person use. For the guys the last item is the lipstick and our man, Mervlyn(not too sure of the spelling) made the ultimate sacrifice for the team. Go dude! We won because of you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=162139" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/162139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=161951" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/161951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=162900" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/162900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=162940" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/162940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is talent time. Inside all of us, there is a talent that is waiting to be discovered. Czone would like to discover that talent inside all of us and slowly develop that talent. It is nice to know that you are good at something. Even if you do not have talent for a certain activity, you can slowly develop it and be good at it. A guy in our youth wrote some songs for that night. His name is Ken. A really talented song writer. He wrote 2 song for that night and the 2nd song was done in a few days or hours time. I forgot. One of the song was based on the parable of the lost son. Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=163307" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/163307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's holding a bible if you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it was Gracey's turn!! Gracey showed us her video editing talent and her photo shooting talent. She captured the various sceneries beauty perfectly. Then she used the photos she took and made them into a video for us to see with some wise words included in them to suit the photos. Pretty good for a 16 year old girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=164153" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/164153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's nervous. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it was story telling time by Wilson. He told us how God works in mysterious ways and that God is indeed merciful. He told a true story about W. He didn't want to tell the audience who that person really is so he used the name W for that "certain" person. Geez, like we can't figure out who is W. In short, the story is about W made a mistake by copying other people's assignment and handed it in mistakenly and was about to get his friend into trouble. The night before he meet the Head of Department, he seek advice from his friends and his friends asked him to pray. So he was like "Wth, how's God gonna get me out of this one. I'm gonna get my friend into trouble." His friends made a bet with him that if it turned out fine after praying, he'll share his story in Czone. In the end, he made it out without getting his friend into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=165428" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/165428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070707&amp;amp;ctime=164739" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070707/164739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just like this  pic. looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stay tuned for part 2 of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Not all my posts will be this long. I just love that night so much and I have enough photos to describe it in detail. Hiaks hiaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-4487982942722532041?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4487982942722532041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=4487982942722532041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/4487982942722532041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/4487982942722532041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/czone-cellgroup-competition-night-part.html' title='Czone Cellgroup Competition Night!!! Part 1'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-9054906028248977233</id><published>2007-07-04T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T04:05:17.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Task 3</title><content type='html'>Hello all! It's the third week so Task 3 is up! A new set of questions to answer to amuse you people reading it. Let's start~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I decided to come to New Zealand to further my studies, I told everyone about it. My friends and I frequently discuss about where we are going to study during 2007 so we keep each other updated about our decisions. All of them kept asking when am I going to  New Zealand. Even though I kept telling them it's around February, they keep forgetting it. Sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i leave Kuching, I asked my friends for a lunch together in Sarawak Club. That was after it was burnt down. Stupid club have to be burnt before I leave. Lousy fireman, practically everything was burnt to bits even though they are there "saving" it. Anyways, it was a nice lunch. We ate lots of nice food. Didn't take much photos because I was busy eating too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the day came. 13 February. The day I leave Kuching. I had a hell lot happening the night before. Definitely not what I picture how I would feel the night before. Wanna say sorry abi~ didn't mean to argue with you~~ Carrying on, I had breakfast with my friends the morning before. Went to pick some of them up and ate breakfast in Green Road. Almost made me miss the plane. After that, my friends send me off at the airport. I had this feeling, that we will meet again, and everyone will be a different person when we meet again. To improve, to be stronger, to be better. It was  my resolution. But leaving Abigail was hard. I almost cried in the boarding room. I felt so bad because I didn't buy anything for Abigail before I leave. It was mortifying. &lt;--- in case u guys don't know what it means, neither do I. Trying to be PRO here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I boarded the plane, the feelings was... unexplainable. A new journey is going to begin. I'll have to do everything myself from now on. 1st time going overseas ALONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that my blog is so lame. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I boarded the plane, that feeling was... unexplainable. A new journey's going to begin. Everything had to be done by myself now. If anything had gone wrong, I would have to deal with it myself. 1st time traveling overseas ALONE. Everything went well though. I only stopped at Singapore to change airplane for a direct flight to Christchurch. But I had to wait at Changi Airport for 8-9 hours. Ugh, I hate waiting. I LOATHE waiting. The irony is that I am always late therefore making other people wait. Rofl. Anyways, being alone in the airport really sucks. Nothing to do, no one to talk to and etc. So I sat there scratching my ass for 8-9 hours. Sure had one hell of a time. The flight the Christchurch took me 10 hours or more. BUT, there were enough movies for me to entertain myself till touchdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reach Christchurch, the customs seem to be checking my visa and stuff very carefully. Do I look so suspicious?? -_-""" My bro was waiting at the airport for me. We couldn't find my agent. After calling him, we notice he was sitting on the row of chairs. Lazy ass guy, couldn't he hold up a sign or something to show he's my agent. My 1st step out of the airport, and I see NAKED LADIES WALKING AROUND!! Ok, maybe not that. There wasn't anything special about it. Just a normal airport. I thought it had robots shooting lasers out of their eyes and we had to dodge them to get to the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting long... a few more questions to answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day in University of Canterbury was alright. Met a few people, namely Alvin, who is from Malaysia too. It was better than I expected and bla bla bla. So many questions... I'm referring to the Task 3 questions that I'm suppose to answer using this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew~ Done!! 7 more to go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-9054906028248977233?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9054906028248977233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=9054906028248977233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/9054906028248977233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/9054906028248977233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/task-3.html' title='Task 3'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-6570939166760704219</id><published>2007-06-28T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:58:13.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Map Script Start --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src='http://www.mymapsplus.com/script/embed.aspx?map=105399396157194539905.0000011374edd87ec745a' style='width:656px;height:400px; padding:0px; border:solid 1px black;' marginwidth='0' marginheight='0' frameborder='0' scrolling='no'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Map Script End --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-6570939166760704219?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6570939166760704219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=6570939166760704219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/6570939166760704219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/6570939166760704219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-1793811861994005129</id><published>2007-06-28T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T06:49:09.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Task 1</title><content type='html'>Hello~ Welcome to my blog. It's call Bloggy. This is an assignment from my ICT class. I am required to answer a set of questions given. The word count of each posts needs to be at least 100. I shall start doing it now. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off with introducing myself. I am Matthew Andrew Yii. I am 18 years old and I'm a MALE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070107&amp;amp;ctime=160045" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070107/160045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, they question my gender. -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I come from Malaysia~! Malaysia Boleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070706&amp;amp;ctime=234705" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070706/234705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boleh what we also not sure. We only like the number 2020.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's our signature saying when we want to say our country rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't really have any hobbies. If you must know then I guess my hobbies are playing video games and chatting on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family consists of 5 members including me. My dad, my mum, my older brother, my younger sister and finally me. They live in Malaysia and they are my parents and siblings. I wonder why they ask me what is My family's relationship to me... They're my family, duh. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Were they expecting me to answer them that they are strangers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070708&amp;amp;ctime=013356" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070708/013356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Behold my stranger father whose face I've never seen before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I came to New Zealand to further my studies. To the nerds who play too much games, such as Hang Sem, that means I would want to level up and increase my Intelligence so I can learn better skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070706&amp;amp;ctime=233507" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070706/233507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got my ULTIMATE already. SPM RESULT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going to stay here for 9 months to finish my foundation studies. I'm going back to Malaysia after that and coming back again during January or February. I feel.... fine being here. I don't really feel homesick but I do miss the food in Kuching(my hometown). I would like to eat food like Laksa, Nasi Lemak, Orh Chien(not too sure of the english term) and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=323003&amp;cdate=20070706&amp;amp;ctime=234147" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/323003/20070706/234147.jpg" screwed="" up="" did="" 2="" first="" because="" didn="" t="" see="" the="" task="" i="" ll="" be="" inserting="" photos="" soon="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ps,&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up the Task sequence. I did Task 2 before I did Task 1.&lt;br /&gt;More photos after I learn how to edit. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-1793811861994005129?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1793811861994005129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=1793811861994005129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/1793811861994005129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/1793811861994005129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/task-1.html' title='Task 1'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55342994399963895.post-1735036611818705307</id><published>2007-06-25T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T18:04:36.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Task 2</title><content type='html'>This is Task 2 for the Blog Assignment. 100 words for each post. =] Guess I'm way over the word count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to New Zealand 4 months ago. I didn't think much about it actually. My father suddenly told me that he applied me into the University of Canterbury. My brother was already here so I guess it's better like that. He can help me adapt to the new environment. I didn't nag nor complain about coming to New Zealand since I'm a happy-go-lucky guy. But before coming to New Zealand I did do some research about the country. The brochures seem to describe New Zealand as a wonderful place but I have my doubts. Having been in the photography world for quite some time, photos can be deceiving. VERY deceiving. Luckily I was wrong. New Zealand is indeed  a wonderful place. A wee bit cold though. My family was happy that I am going to New Zealand to study. They see it as me accepting a new life and learn the ways of being independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven Agency is one of the education agencies in my hometown. They offered me their services on applying for the university and locating a homestay for me. Raven Agency helped my brother before and their services was satisfactory. They helped me do a lot of the paper work and contacting the necessary people to ensure there are no problems. All I had to do was sign and do a medical check up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've considered other places to study with the consultation of Raven Agency. I've considered Trinity College in Australia which will help me gain access to University of Melbourne. I've considered studying in UK in Manchester. I've considered the high schools in New Zealand such as Burnside High School, Riccarton High School, St Thomas High School and others. In the end my dad just ask me to go to University of Canterbury. I guess I'm ok with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying here for 3-4  months and all seems well. Got to know some friends in Burnside and Riccarton. Comparing the workload and stress, foundation is a LOT easier. Good thing I chose foundation over NCEA. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/55342994399963895-1735036611818705307?l=mattyiiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1735036611818705307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=55342994399963895&amp;postID=1735036611818705307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/1735036611818705307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/55342994399963895/posts/default/1735036611818705307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattyiiblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Task 2'/><author><name>Matthew Yii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10581819773973651861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
