<?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-3070370358511014263</id><updated>2011-10-06T22:06:01.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-6237645340650081287</id><published>2011-03-27T12:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T13:57:39.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>寂寞在唱歌</title><content type='html'>最近我甚少听中文歌了,总觉得中文歌好像没以前那么好听了...&lt;br /&gt;今天心血来潮, 打开我的中文歌收藏, 听听一些喜欢的歌...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看到阿桑的&amp;lt;寂寞在唱歌&amp;gt;, 突然想听听。&lt;br /&gt;从来就不是她的歌迷, 偶尔有听听但说不上喜欢。&lt;br /&gt;但现在听这首歌却有不同的感觉...&lt;br /&gt;尤其是那一段副歌，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;你听&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;寂寞在唱歌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;轻轻的狠狠的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;歌声是这么残忍&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;让人忍不住泪流成河'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;什么是寂寞?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;怎么样才是寂寞&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;？&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;她的离世让这首歌显得更寂寞&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;听着她的歌声，诉说着寂寞的残忍，人生的苦短，&lt;br /&gt;如果在夜深人静时听这首歌，说不定我也会‘忍不住泪流成河’。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时会觉得寂寞，&lt;br /&gt;特别是当家人或圣媚不在身边。&lt;br /&gt;我觉得自己朋友不多，&lt;br /&gt;称得上好朋友的更是少之又少。&lt;br /&gt;就算是好友，我也鲜少和他们说心事。&lt;br /&gt;如果不是有个贴心的女友，&lt;br /&gt;说不定我已患上忧郁症哈...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我有时会想，&lt;br /&gt;人生无常，要是有一天那么不幸，&lt;br /&gt;我先行一步， 会有多少人来见我最后一面呢?&lt;br /&gt;谁会来送我呢？&lt;br /&gt;到时候，我会不会看见来送我的人呢？&lt;br /&gt;不过那个时候，我希望一切从简。&lt;br /&gt;我最讨厌那些所谓的法事，&lt;br /&gt;装神弄鬼， 故作玄虚， 污染环境之余还大赚死人钱，&lt;br /&gt;人都不在了，还搞那么多花样干什么...&lt;br /&gt;人生不过七八载， 活得久固然好，&lt;br /&gt;但活得有意义最重要。&lt;br /&gt;一生的精彩还不够吗？离开身体这个臭皮囊何尝不是一种解脱？&lt;br /&gt;就让尘归尘，土归土吧，以最原始的方法离开。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阿桑是带着怎样的心情离开呢 ？&lt;br /&gt;她还那么年轻，应该还有不少遗憾吧？&lt;br /&gt;她唱的，总是那么沧桑的歌，连艺名都是一个桑字，&lt;br /&gt;听着她的歌声，让人唏嘘...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天黑了&lt;br /&gt;孤独又慢慢割着&lt;br /&gt;有人的心又开始疼了&lt;br /&gt;爱很远了很久没再见了&lt;br /&gt;就这样竟然也能活着&lt;br /&gt;你听寂寞在唱歌&lt;br /&gt;轻轻的狠狠的&lt;br /&gt;歌声是这么残忍&lt;br /&gt;让人忍不住泪流成河&lt;br /&gt;谁说的&lt;br /&gt;人非要快乐不可&lt;br /&gt;好像快乐由得人选择&lt;br /&gt;找不到的那个人来不来&lt;br /&gt;我会是谁的谁是我的&lt;br /&gt;你听寂寞在唱歌&lt;br /&gt;轻轻的狠狠的&lt;br /&gt;歌声是这么残忍&lt;br /&gt;让人忍不住泪流成河&lt;br /&gt;你听寂寞在唱歌&lt;br /&gt;温柔的疯狂的&lt;br /&gt;悲伤越来越深刻&lt;br /&gt;怎样才能够让它停呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你听寂寞在唱歌&lt;br /&gt;轻轻的狠狠的&lt;br /&gt;歌声是这么残忍&lt;br /&gt;让人忍不住泪流成河&lt;br /&gt;你听寂寞在唱歌&lt;br /&gt;温柔的疯狂的&lt;br /&gt;悲伤越来越深刻&lt;br /&gt;怎样才能够让它停呢&lt;br /&gt;你听寂寞在唱歌&lt;br /&gt;轻轻的狠狠的&lt;br /&gt;歌声是这么残忍&lt;br /&gt;让人忍不住泪流成河&lt;br /&gt;你听寂寞在唱歌&lt;br /&gt;温柔的疯狂的&lt;br /&gt;悲伤越来越深刻&lt;br /&gt;谁能帮个忙让它停呢&lt;br /&gt;呵～&lt;br /&gt;天黑了&lt;br /&gt;像不会再天亮了&lt;br /&gt;明不明天也无所谓了&lt;br /&gt;就静静的看青春难依难舍&lt;br /&gt;泪还是热的泪痕冷了&lt;br /&gt;哼～&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-6237645340650081287?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6237645340650081287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/6237645340650081287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/6237645340650081287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='寂寞在唱歌'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-1560934260536891509</id><published>2011-02-16T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T00:03:38.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the way you are</title><content type='html'>You know what song always poped in my mind when i think of you dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just the way you are&lt;/span&gt; by Bruno Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's not a special song for us or the favourite song of yours or mine, but the lyrics are exactly the things i would tell you. Yes exactly! I'm perfectly happy with who you are n there is no need to change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be our 4th anniversary and I would like to wish you, Happy Anniversary and Happy Chap Goh Mei hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz wanna say, i'm glad that v r still together n i hope this relationship will last as long as possible... Love you dear, love the way you are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh her eyes her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Make the stars look like they're not shining&lt;br /&gt;Her hair her hair&lt;br /&gt;Falls perfectly without her trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And I tell her every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know I know&lt;br /&gt;When I compliment her&lt;br /&gt;She won't believe me&lt;br /&gt;And it's so, it's so&lt;br /&gt;Sad to think that she don't see what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time she asks me "Do I look okay?"&lt;br /&gt;I'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for a while&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah her lips her lips&lt;br /&gt;I could kiss them all day if she'd let me&lt;br /&gt;Her laugh her laugh&lt;br /&gt;She hates but I think it's so sexy&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And I tell her everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know you know you know&lt;br /&gt;I never ask you to change&lt;br /&gt;If perfect's what you're searching for&lt;br /&gt;Then just stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't even bother asking&lt;br /&gt;If you look okay&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for a while&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for a while&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; by Bruno Mars.&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/3070370358511014263-1560934260536891509?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1560934260536891509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-way-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/1560934260536891509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/1560934260536891509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-way-you-are.html' title='Just the way you are'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-9074067592158347740</id><published>2011-01-08T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:05:34.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>When u r working in a field where u c ppl in their most vulnerable or misfortune side, u learn to appreciate more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i'm not a doctor, i still c many saddening things in the hospital..... Those who are poor, uncared, chronically ill, mentally disordered, born with defects n so on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i saw a father with his mentally retarded son... I wondered, how would i cope with such great obstacle to raise a child who might not b able to speak a proper sentence or change his own shirt? Every parents would hope that their child will someday bcome some1 successful n respectable, living healthily n have a happy family. But what future can 1 expect from an angel with a broken wing? I'm not discriminating or trying to be disrespectful to the unfortunate ones, it's juz tht when i imagine myself at the father's place, i knew from the very beginning that my life is never goin to be the same as b4... My child will not b a doctor or lawyer 1 day, i don even know if he could ever work... I dono if i could bear the burden to take care of him till the day 1 die, n when i died, who is going to take care of him? I possibly need to take alot of extra time n effort to teach him to do a simple thing, n i hv to clean up the mess that he caused everyday if he is one naughty child... Take him to c doctors every now n then, get stared everywhere i go bcoz i hv a special child....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents of these special children r really really ppl we should respect... i'm sure they would have had some of the problems tht i mentioned above while taking care of the special ones, but the unconditional love from parents can sometimes b greater than anything in the world... The selflessness n sacrifice they made is unimaginable sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my parents love me very much, n i'm thankful tht they brought me to this world healthily, gave me the best tht they could give, taught me well to be a useful man, n moulded me into who i am today. Although i am not perfect, but i'm not ashamed to say that i'm a useful person to the society n i'm now working to serve the people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-9074067592158347740?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9074067592158347740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/appreciation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/9074067592158347740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/9074067592158347740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-8255659212339981513</id><published>2011-01-04T00:06:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:59:05.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro Trip with my dear (Day 8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We arrived late at the hostel (Astor Victoria again) n we had to 'sneak in' to our dorm quietly n brush up quickly to get some good rest....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our day early.. after a quick breakfast, we took some photos as we walked to the tube station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSH550v3QTI/AAAAAAAAAzk/q3-zsYn6m7U/s1600/P1080471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSH550v3QTI/AAAAAAAAAzk/q3-zsYn6m7U/s320/P1080471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557998186959159602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Sin May with the London black cabs... She finds them really classic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSH55y2K7hI/AAAAAAAAAzs/YnPI_mrlqFs/s1600/P1080472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSH55y2K7hI/AAAAAAAAAzs/YnPI_mrlqFs/s320/P1080472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557998186448743954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not have much time, so our trip today would be time limited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was the famous Tower Bridge (often mistaken as the London Bridge) although technically it is situated in London so it is one of the London's bridge hehe.... N along tht part of the River Thames, the Tower of London is just nearby... The Tower of London was a fortress n more infamously as a prison for high profile prisoners like opposing politicians, rebel leaders, royalties etc... Executions were also carried out here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSH56Rm3liI/AAAAAAAAAz0/JKvR-rrSkL8/s1600/P1080474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSH56Rm3liI/AAAAAAAAAz0/JKvR-rrSkL8/s320/P1080474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557998194706060834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSH56my1AOI/AAAAAAAAAz8/z0iocMrBf7c/s1600/P1080483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSH56my1AOI/AAAAAAAAAz8/z0iocMrBf7c/s320/P1080483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557998200393367778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSH561ujHOI/AAAAAAAAA0E/uJwziue7u9M/s1600/P1080484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSH561ujHOI/AAAAAAAAA0E/uJwziue7u9M/s320/P1080484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557998204401949922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visiting the Tower of London was not in my initial plan, but Sin May said she had not visited a REAL CASTLE in Europe so far, so, y not? I have not been to the tower myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So queued for quite some time to get the tickets n off we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIAYNIiMqI/AAAAAAAAA0M/l3-qjJyzdAc/s1600/P1080497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIAYNIiMqI/AAAAAAAAA0M/l3-qjJyzdAc/s320/P1080497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558005305970930338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We watched some demonstration on the use of crossbow n heard story bout how they executed William Wallace aka Braveheart. Kinda long winding, n the heat was grilling hot, so we continued with our journey into the Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIAYd8uvEI/AAAAAAAAA0U/H0mxbSHgUDc/s1600/P1080498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIAYd8uvEI/AAAAAAAAA0U/H0mxbSHgUDc/s320/P1080498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558005310484823106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Sin May in yet another wall posting photo in Europe hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIAYkBraOI/AAAAAAAAA0c/I2l8j8XwISU/s1600/P1080501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIAYkBraOI/AAAAAAAAA0c/I2l8j8XwISU/s320/P1080501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558005312116189410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This water gate, is called the Traitor's Gate... Woooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIAY5oAWtI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ZsdSn6aR9co/s1600/P1080502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIAY5oAWtI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ZsdSn6aR9co/s320/P1080502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558005317914090194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is even better. The BLOODY TOWER. wooo.... creepy huh? Stories were told that 2 Princes that were kept prisoners in this tower were murdered by their uncle in this tower as they disappeard suddenly and mysteriously but their bodies were never found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIAZL7kwHI/AAAAAAAAA0s/kxb2QP8XLc4/s1600/P1080503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIAZL7kwHI/AAAAAAAAA0s/kxb2QP8XLc4/s320/P1080503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558005322828005490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have free guided tour, but they were too long winding honestly n it's not easy to catch their British jokes lol... So we juz walked around on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIDxwuoEuI/AAAAAAAAA00/ZW5snC4sSW0/s1600/P1080507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIDxwuoEuI/AAAAAAAAA00/ZW5snC4sSW0/s320/P1080507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558009043557552866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the buildings in this fortress were still the properties of Her Majesty the Queen, so there is a royal guard guarding the place 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIDyOhOuoI/AAAAAAAAA08/RfLqOFAN44o/s1600/P1080511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIDyOhOuoI/AAAAAAAAA08/RfLqOFAN44o/s320/P1080511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558009051554429570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIDyRxQ4jI/AAAAAAAAA1E/94fNSvhnjog/s1600/P1080515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIDyRxQ4jI/AAAAAAAAA1E/94fNSvhnjog/s320/P1080515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558009052426986034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some graffiti left by the prisoners of the Tower in Beauchamp Tower. Nice pieces of art, n u noe wat ppl would do when they are bored....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIDy4-wAdI/AAAAAAAAA1M/hAufSzJEmfw/s1600/P1080518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIDy4-wAdI/AAAAAAAAA1M/hAufSzJEmfw/s320/P1080518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558009062952534482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMePhzPXAI/AAAAAAAAA1c/5wCYGvaKJ88/s1600/P1080517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMePhzPXAI/AAAAAAAAA1c/5wCYGvaKJ88/s320/P1080517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558319617225481218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIDzHUJYHI/AAAAAAAAA1U/pQdIUhw07eo/s1600/P1080523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSIDzHUJYHI/AAAAAAAAA1U/pQdIUhw07eo/s320/P1080523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558009066800373874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then continued with the exhibition 'Fit for a King', a display of armours and a collection of some royal treasures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMePxe3t9I/AAAAAAAAA1k/G_AUrVLP3m4/s1600/P1080525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMePxe3t9I/AAAAAAAAA1k/G_AUrVLP3m4/s320/P1080525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558319621435013074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMeQOOyjxI/AAAAAAAAA1s/crXblTp72go/s1600/P1080528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMeQOOyjxI/AAAAAAAAA1s/crXblTp72go/s320/P1080528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558319629152194322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMeQOOKGxI/AAAAAAAAA10/jSd4qajabEU/s1600/P1080536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMeQOOKGxI/AAAAAAAAA10/jSd4qajabEU/s320/P1080536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558319629149543186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry VIII's armour... Catered for his big belly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMeQb9f90I/AAAAAAAAA18/An0eM0XyihM/s1600/P1080538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMeQb9f90I/AAAAAAAAA18/An0eM0XyihM/s320/P1080538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558319632837769026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One pound (currency) used to be the weight of one pound of metal (silver i guess)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMlK54qUGI/AAAAAAAAA2E/yP8LzAgAj1Q/s1600/P1080545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMlK54qUGI/AAAAAAAAA2E/yP8LzAgAj1Q/s320/P1080545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558327234372718690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMlLav_jWI/AAAAAAAAA2M/wxFM7Hy-aBw/s1600/P1080546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMlLav_jWI/AAAAAAAAA2M/wxFM7Hy-aBw/s320/P1080546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558327243194731874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sin May with a mini teddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMlLVWexyI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Q2cvOjLvDCE/s1600/P1080547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMlLVWexyI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Q2cvOjLvDCE/s320/P1080547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558327241745549090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sin May with a giant teddy.. We were annoyed by a few kids who posted very long with the teddy to get a 'perfect' shot... Sissies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMlLnuTEvI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ZpObT4-R4Ro/s1600/P1080553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMlLnuTEvI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ZpObT4-R4Ro/s320/P1080553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558327246677283570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes another wall shot featuring Sin May :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMlL2J4QGI/AAAAAAAAA2k/iDckMZSn90o/s1600/P1080557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMlL2J4QGI/AAAAAAAAA2k/iDckMZSn90o/s320/P1080557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558327250551062626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a nice n cheap fish n chips take away as lunch near the Tower of London...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMoBwA3SFI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Ag3_GJtURVg/s1600/P1080561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMoBwA3SFI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Ag3_GJtURVg/s320/P1080561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558330375638829138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The British Museum was our next destination (n sadly, our last in Europe)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMoCAGIm3I/AAAAAAAAA20/DUMyJBAt484/s1600/P1080562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMoCAGIm3I/AAAAAAAAA20/DUMyJBAt484/s320/P1080562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558330379955903346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMoCGquonI/AAAAAAAAA28/K15eKldTAyg/s1600/P1080564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMoCGquonI/AAAAAAAAA28/K15eKldTAyg/s320/P1080564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558330381720003186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sin May looked stunningly similar to the statues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMoCnIOtxI/AAAAAAAAA3E/wrnMfL7S-pA/s1600/P1080565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMoCnIOtxI/AAAAAAAAA3E/wrnMfL7S-pA/s320/P1080565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558330390433675026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMoCj8HGMI/AAAAAAAAA3M/x5oTXlSYhGk/s1600/P1080567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMoCj8HGMI/AAAAAAAAA3M/x5oTXlSYhGk/s320/P1080567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558330389577537730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMtojj6j3I/AAAAAAAAA3U/v4hQB6ucvlQ/s1600/P1080568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMtojj6j3I/AAAAAAAAA3U/v4hQB6ucvlQ/s320/P1080568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558336539869220722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I like this one....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMto0zlO9I/AAAAAAAAA3c/cg-aWoNppss/s1600/P1080569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMto0zlO9I/AAAAAAAAA3c/cg-aWoNppss/s320/P1080569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558336544498334674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMtpE8s3zI/AAAAAAAAA3k/hJi_zvxx3aA/s1600/P1080570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMtpE8s3zI/AAAAAAAAA3k/hJi_zvxx3aA/s320/P1080570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558336548831551282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sin May with another dumb dumb... (previous 1 in the Louvre, Paris)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMtpSB1eXI/AAAAAAAAA3s/fRmLH_0WynM/s1600/P1080573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMtpSB1eXI/AAAAAAAAA3s/fRmLH_0WynM/s320/P1080573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558336552342747506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMtpj9p4sI/AAAAAAAAA30/FoJCKJjTqgQ/s1600/P1080575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMtpj9p4sI/AAAAAAAAA30/FoJCKJjTqgQ/s320/P1080575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558336557157049026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMugxIBX6I/AAAAAAAAA38/XXnE5-56cDo/s1600/P1080576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMugxIBX6I/AAAAAAAAA38/XXnE5-56cDo/s320/P1080576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558337505582997410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a short stay in the British Museum, we went to hunt for some souvenirs nearby.... After buying souvenirs, we took the tube and headed to Heathrow Airport....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to say goodbye again, although i knew i would c her again in a month or two.... I held my tears as she proceed to the departure gate.... This is the last picture we took b4 saying goodbye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMug4WjgHI/AAAAAAAAA4E/JsBdbNiKFts/s1600/P1080577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSMug4WjgHI/AAAAAAAAA4E/JsBdbNiKFts/s320/P1080577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558337507523002482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a good trip, too short though... Wish we had longer time to go around, more places, more details.... But hey, we r still together, n we will have chance to go for a European vacation again, sometime soon.... That time would b longer n more relaxing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-8255659212339981513?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8255659212339981513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/euro-trip-with-my-dear-day-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/8255659212339981513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/8255659212339981513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/euro-trip-with-my-dear-day-8.html' title='Euro Trip with my dear (Day 8)'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TSH550v3QTI/AAAAAAAAAzk/q3-zsYn6m7U/s72-c/P1080471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-6045544341222272919</id><published>2010-11-25T21:57:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:06:10.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro Trip with my dear (Day 7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only had a few hours to sleep before catching our train at 4.00am to  Rome. We had to leave this lovely city and the comfortable hostel :(  they even asked if we needed anything as breakfast before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5tXDapi0I/AAAAAAAAAu4/TQhTtj42Mds/s1600/P1080246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5tXDapi0I/AAAAAAAAAu4/TQhTtj42Mds/s320/P1080246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543488434161158978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There  were few ppl waiting for the train... Tired... Good thing that the  train arrived in time. But hell, the train's corridor was filled with  baggage and even ppl sleeping! As that was a sleeper train, the train  was divided into numerous cabins... We entered into one of the cabins, n there were a few ppl in it already.. There were 8 seats (or 6 seats? could not remember) 4 facing 4 (or 3 facing 3) seats. The seats can be lowered so that 2 opposing seats can b made into a bed... There was a lady who i thought was pretending to not notice tht ppl r coming in n she continued to sleep, refusing to give up the seat for other ppl... After quite a while, as ppl tried to get her up, then only she reluctantly get up to make space for others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an uncomfortble trip, can't really sleep, especially for a light sleeper like Sin May.....&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrived in the city of Rome after 5 hours of train....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5tXDapi0I/AAAAAAAAAu4/TQhTtj42Mds/s1600/P1080246.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5tXYwY2wI/AAAAAAAAAvA/k41ZEz_hdAM/s1600/P1080248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5tXYwY2wI/AAAAAAAAAvA/k41ZEz_hdAM/s320/P1080248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543488439889484546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5tYMUO-HI/AAAAAAAAAvI/abyTCzaqZN8/s1600/P1080250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5tYMUO-HI/AAAAAAAAAvI/abyTCzaqZN8/s320/P1080250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543488453730039922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to have breakfast first before continuing with our journey.. We wandered around the train station n found this Italian-Middle Eastern snack shop... The food looked tasty, but the taste is not as good as it seems.. Not cheap as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5tYTMsXLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/merK1CLUDyo/s1600/P1080255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5tYTMsXLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/merK1CLUDyo/s320/P1080255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543488455577459890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5tYjyh3II/AAAAAAAAAvY/nprAX3qeKlg/s1600/P1080256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5tYjyh3II/AAAAAAAAAvY/nprAX3qeKlg/s320/P1080256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543488460031122562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After breakfast, i bought a map n bought 2 daily travel tickets for both of us.... I heard from my friends that Rome's subway is quite convenient... But hell, subways were closed bcoz of a strike. Nvm, we'll take bus. Then we waited at a bus stop under the bloody hot sun for a while, with us some backpackers n an Italian lady... Way too long for a bus to come, n we did not c buses going around... The Italian lady called the bus company n told us that the bus drivers are on strike. Public transport down... No good! Damn it, y strike now? Y even buses? Frustrating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i remembered seeing hop-on-hop-off bus tour companies pulling business along the street. Well, tht is our only solution for transportation, n it was quite convenient as they will bring us to most of the tourists hot spots... So we bought the tickets, n waited for our turn to board... Another half an hour wait under the sun... Bought ice cream n cold water to cool the temperature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5v46OEVGI/AAAAAAAAAvg/VaNKx8OK1rQ/s1600/P1080259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5v46OEVGI/AAAAAAAAAvg/VaNKx8OK1rQ/s320/P1080259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543491214831277154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5v5C8gSgI/AAAAAAAAAvo/emdgJ5EV_bQ/s1600/P1080261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5v5C8gSgI/AAAAAAAAAvo/emdgJ5EV_bQ/s320/P1080261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543491217173531138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5v5R0XpqI/AAAAAAAAAvw/fd3fHxGMUGA/s1600/P1080265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5v5R0XpqI/AAAAAAAAAvw/fd3fHxGMUGA/s320/P1080265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543491221165942434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sin May wanted to sit on the open roof top for better view... But soon we regretted... My cacat 1 pound umbrella was mercilessly crushed by strong wind in Scotland n it couldn't stop the heat of the sun to hit us hard.... sighs, look how dark i got back then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5v57mcihI/AAAAAAAAAv4/JK4U6gPMlKE/s1600/P1080269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5v57mcihI/AAAAAAAAAv4/JK4U6gPMlKE/s320/P1080269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543491232381831698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5v6R25lXI/AAAAAAAAAwA/U4jaHp07q-A/s1600/P1080273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5v6R25lXI/AAAAAAAAAwA/U4jaHp07q-A/s320/P1080273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543491238356424050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rome is a very old city, blending ancient buildings with modern architecture harmoniously, at least it does not look as fake as Malacca.... Shame on Malacca..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so the hop-on-hop-off bus travels around the city and stops by the main attractions in the city. There were around 10 stations. We could not afford to stop at each station, so we selectively go down at places we would like to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQoidS7n0TI/AAAAAAAAAwI/0ylwG86YYow/s1600/P1080274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQoidS7n0TI/AAAAAAAAAwI/0ylwG86YYow/s320/P1080274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551287377381019954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQoidpXs4YI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/0CzZxPHIdok/s1600/P1080282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQoidpXs4YI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/0CzZxPHIdok/s320/P1080282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551287383404372354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 1st stop, the Colosseum. It is amazing to see the famous Colesseum right in front of my own eyes, a magnificent building survived after centuries of war &amp;amp; disasters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQoieLfLCcI/AAAAAAAAAwY/XHwQ9v2S7Ek/s1600/P1080287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQoieLfLCcI/AAAAAAAAAwY/XHwQ9v2S7Ek/s320/P1080287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551287392562514370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 Gladiators eyeing to woo some naive/innocent tourists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQoieWNpZ3I/AAAAAAAAAwg/WMFB927APCg/s1600/P1080290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQoieWNpZ3I/AAAAAAAAAwg/WMFB927APCg/s320/P1080290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551287395441796978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arco di Constantino - built to commemorate the triumph of Constantine I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQoievRq06I/AAAAAAAAAwo/93zSiOKxry4/s1600/P1080291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQoievRq06I/AAAAAAAAAwo/93zSiOKxry4/s320/P1080291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551287402169553826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some very old looking ruins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ14mdAYR5I/AAAAAAAAAww/VHuac4frk78/s1600/P1080304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ14mdAYR5I/AAAAAAAAAww/VHuac4frk78/s320/P1080304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552226517634271122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ14mpjB3yI/AAAAAAAAAw4/xGfi1emLCG0/s1600/P1080305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ14mpjB3yI/AAAAAAAAAw4/xGfi1emLCG0/s320/P1080305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552226521000828706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The territory of the once Great Roman Empire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ14mzSVdTI/AAAAAAAAAxA/az--LiA-vmo/s1600/P1080310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ14mzSVdTI/AAAAAAAAAxA/az--LiA-vmo/s320/P1080310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552226523615163698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our 2nd stop was a random 1... we did not know what to expect also, we juz reached a church, saw many ppl queueing to enter, so we stopped by. I remember seeing this stone face somewhere, i think it's some fortune telling machine.. I did not know what is the history of this until i googled today... The Mouth of Truth or La Bocca della Verità in Italian, legend says it was used as a lie detector&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, ppl who told a lie while placing his/her in the mouth of the sculpture will hv his/her hand bitten off.... No wonder ppl r queuing up to put their hand into the mouth of the sculpture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ14nSZK12I/AAAAAAAAAxI/K04ZTjWH5hw/s1600/P1080315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ14nSZK12I/AAAAAAAAAxI/K04ZTjWH5hw/s320/P1080315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552226531965327202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside the church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ14nydzhJI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/IRHkDSjZ5GY/s1600/P1080317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ14nydzhJI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/IRHkDSjZ5GY/s320/P1080317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552226540574704786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The outside view of the church of Santa Maria in Cosmedin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ16Q2yVS_I/AAAAAAAAAxY/mLKeseecKpk/s1600/P1080321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ16Q2yVS_I/AAAAAAAAAxY/mLKeseecKpk/s320/P1080321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552228345620810738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A fountain and a shrine like building...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ16RHjft4I/AAAAAAAAAxg/aUmgDWMhcfk/s1600/P1080322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ16RHjft4I/AAAAAAAAAxg/aUmgDWMhcfk/s320/P1080322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552228350121981826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ16Rj94xWI/AAAAAAAAAxo/meHHMnl4_cQ/s1600/P1080324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ16Rj94xWI/AAAAAAAAAxo/meHHMnl4_cQ/s320/P1080324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552228357748868450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3rd stop. In a random alley, lost while finding the Pantheon....  Finally found our way after asking 2 handsome mat salleh brothers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ16RwW-zUI/AAAAAAAAAxw/HSEiE2V9lvc/s1600/P1080329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ16RwW-zUI/AAAAAAAAAxw/HSEiE2V9lvc/s320/P1080329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552228361075346754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ16STMw2NI/AAAAAAAAAx4/AyZpMyD4dfw/s1600/P1080338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ16STMw2NI/AAAAAAAAAx4/AyZpMyD4dfw/s320/P1080338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552228370427730130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sighs, everything was under renovation in Europe during the summer... We only got to c half of the Pantheon. I am still amazed at how Romans managed to blend the ancient buildings in the modern city so well... It does not feel weird to suddenly bump into a millenium-old building in the modern streets of the city...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ17Eha8hjI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Lqi4ogcpQpE/s1600/P1080342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ17Eha8hjI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Lqi4ogcpQpE/s320/P1080342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552229233238771250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ17E5a6UxI/AAAAAAAAAyI/SjQ9p7A7C6g/s1600/P1080344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ17E5a6UxI/AAAAAAAAAyI/SjQ9p7A7C6g/s320/P1080344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552229239681078034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ17FdbLRpI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/UTfJXbDevi0/s1600/P1080346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ17FdbLRpI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/UTfJXbDevi0/s320/P1080346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552229249345865362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we found the Pantheon, we tried to find our way bck to the bus stop to wait for the bus to the next stop.. But we could not find our way bck to the last stop, instead, I led Sin May to the previous stop - The Piazza de Venezia (Venice Square)... zzz.. At the round-about near Piazza de Venezia , the obvious symbol of the winged lion of Venice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ17Fug_ekI/AAAAAAAAAyY/qraazf_Btyw/s1600/P1080347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ17Fug_ekI/AAAAAAAAAyY/qraazf_Btyw/s320/P1080347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552229253933660738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ17F-S7YKI/AAAAAAAAAyg/F3PDQLH_PQ0/s1600/P1080348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ17F-S7YKI/AAAAAAAAAyg/F3PDQLH_PQ0/s320/P1080348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552229258169639074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took some pics, n we waited for the bus under the steaming hot sun... Felt terrible....&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Piazza San Pietro (St Peter's Square)... Hoped that we would have chance to go into Vatican someday, not on tht day though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TRoFbmd6z-I/AAAAAAAAAzU/ozk0DuqJIUA/s1600/P1080385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TRoFbmd6z-I/AAAAAAAAAzU/ozk0DuqJIUA/s320/P1080385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555759062055571426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a brief stop there, we moved on but we did not get down from the bus anymore... Kinda exhausted coz of the hot weather... We shall go to Rome again someday in the future when it's not too hot.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ19dJhcpTI/AAAAAAAAAyo/I56qdvwHdFo/s1600/P1080420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ19dJhcpTI/AAAAAAAAAyo/I56qdvwHdFo/s320/P1080420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552231855343576370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ19dfzJLXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Fjc6z-GflKY/s1600/P1080440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ19dfzJLXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Fjc6z-GflKY/s320/P1080440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552231861323378034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ19dk2O1QI/AAAAAAAAAy4/zhfT03iSLxc/s1600/P1080443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ19dk2O1QI/AAAAAAAAAy4/zhfT03iSLxc/s320/P1080443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552231862678508802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We returned to the starting point, near the train station... We walked in n out of the train station, trying to decide what to eat... Finally we had McD as lunch, n I went to get a refund for our unused day-travel-pass (due to the strike by public transportation workers) n tried to find the bus stop for our bus to the airport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TRoFb2PhVxI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Gl1MLAvlHfw/s1600/P1080444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TRoFb2PhVxI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Gl1MLAvlHfw/s320/P1080444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555759066290149138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ19dzGDE0I/AAAAAAAAAzA/zFTYGu7ldbI/s1600/P1080453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ19dzGDE0I/AAAAAAAAAzA/zFTYGu7ldbI/s320/P1080453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552231866502943554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived early in the airport, (luckily, coz i had a stomach ache n desperately need to get to a toilet)... Finally, back to the city tht Sin May like most (for now) - London....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ19eE6dtOI/AAAAAAAAAzI/cWgJtUhpZ84/s1600/P1080465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TQ19eE6dtOI/AAAAAAAAAzI/cWgJtUhpZ84/s320/P1080465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552231871286195426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-6045544341222272919?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6045544341222272919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/euro-trip-with-my-dear-day-7.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/6045544341222272919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/6045544341222272919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/euro-trip-with-my-dear-day-7.html' title='Euro Trip with my dear (Day 7)'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TO5tXDapi0I/AAAAAAAAAu4/TQhTtj42Mds/s72-c/P1080246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-6640164658375028130</id><published>2010-10-28T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:21:19.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia's bus driver</title><content type='html'>This is a true story of how a Malaysian bus driver drives.&lt;br /&gt;It happened a few days ago, at the cross junction in front of 1U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's a pretty busy and broad road, so it's important to follow the signals of the traffic lights to avoid any accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this Metro 99 bus from Asia Jaya, going to my gf's place in Damansara. The roads at the junction is roughly shown in the diagram below. Juz ignore the tiny colour boxes in the diagram 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can c, the road is broad and there r cars going in all kinds of directions through centre of the yellow line box. Buses normally stop at the road side after crossing the cross road to take passengers, so they usually follow the 2nd left lane (1st left lane is to turn left into 1U's direction), as tht is easier for them to juz give a signal n approach the road shoulder on the left.&lt;br /&gt;But in this case, the bus driver of the Metro 99 seemed to have no intention to go to the left lane when he approaches the traffic light. Instead, he cut into the rightmost lane, where it is intended for ppl to make a U-turn beneath the flyover to the opposite side (TTDI side). OK, tht is illegal already as the lane is not for cars tht r going straight. What next is, while the traffic light is still red for our side, n cars r turning towards 1U from the opposite road (notice the little black boxes turning right in the diagram), the bus beats the traffic light and cars from opposite side n rushes through the cross road (when the driver noticed no cars coming from the other side), n then quickly moves to the left lane n stops by the road side (notice the movement of the blue box in the diagram below). WHAT THE FUCK!! It's a shame that i forgot to note down the bus' plate number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TMlHZ5xZ8VI/AAAAAAAAAuw/MywQjOl3nzE/s1600/Metro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TMlHZ5xZ8VI/AAAAAAAAAuw/MywQjOl3nzE/s320/Metro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533032127531708754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think the Metro bus driver took this step so that he can beat the Rapid KL bus which was in the left lane and get all the passengers. He chose to risk the lifes of the entire bus to make, say extra 20 bucks? Tht is freaking dangerous and idiotic! This is how bus drivers in Malaysia cause those freaking accidents! Rapid KL drivers on the other hand i think is more law abiding, yeah i've seen drivers who talk on the phone while driving, drivers who curses ppl who play with the bell, but not reckless driving like this metro bud driver! N let me assure u tht this is not the first time they did such thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it is not fair to categorise all Malaysian bus drivers as ignorant and hazardous, but u can see problems in their driving attitude everyday everywhere, from minor things to major problems. They need more discipline, damn it! How many freakin accidents do we need n how many more ppl to die 1st b4 they do something more serious to control these 'wild n reckless' road freaks? I think the ministers have not tried one of these on the road rollercoasters yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TMlHZ5xZ8VI/AAAAAAAAAuw/MywQjOl3nzE/s1600/Metro.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-6640164658375028130?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6640164658375028130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/10/malaysias-bus-driver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/6640164658375028130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/6640164658375028130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/10/malaysias-bus-driver.html' title='Malaysia&apos;s bus driver'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TMlHZ5xZ8VI/AAAAAAAAAuw/MywQjOl3nzE/s72-c/Metro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-2855547141586526495</id><published>2010-10-15T15:44:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T16:27:33.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro Trip with my dear (Day 6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to get up early but still we dragged till around 10 only fully prepared. We had a very filling chinese teo-chew style breakfast (although the son of the owner told me they were from Fujian aka Hokkien), with porridge, pau and dishes of vege and egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLgQVK81M-I/AAAAAAAAAnY/FMFPtPgVNtM/s1600/P1070959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLgQVK81M-I/AAAAAAAAAnY/FMFPtPgVNtM/s320/P1070959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528186498500080610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then went to buy two 24 hour travel passes from the tobacco shop, and took a bus from Mestre to Venice. Well i did not really know where to go and how to take the Vaporetto (water bus) at first, so we decided to just walk following the road signs to Piazza San Marco. Well turned out to be a good choice. We saw a lot of stuff along our way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLgQV5a27aI/AAAAAAAAAng/52FyS7cniU0/s1600/P1070962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLgQV5a27aI/AAAAAAAAAng/52FyS7cniU0/s320/P1070962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528186510974053794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLgbiC3ileI/AAAAAAAAAno/rY1Q-m0ZdF4/s1600/P1070968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLgbiC3ileI/AAAAAAAAAno/rY1Q-m0ZdF4/s320/P1070968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528198814296610274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, here's Sin May with some walls again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLgbiQKJjAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/2H7oRjSvkLI/s1600/P1070981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLgbiQKJjAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/2H7oRjSvkLI/s320/P1070981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528198817864322050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLgbi7z58BI/AAAAAAAAAoA/6w4VN00BUpQ/s1600/P1070989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLgbi7z58BI/AAAAAAAAAoA/6w4VN00BUpQ/s320/P1070989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528198829582184466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLgbig-Mm8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/hzODjSUi5Dw/s1600/P1070983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLgbig-Mm8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/hzODjSUi5Dw/s320/P1070983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528198822377593794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLgbjAtOhQI/AAAAAAAAAoI/2jGynLVvPrY/s1600/P1070990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLgbjAtOhQI/AAAAAAAAAoI/2jGynLVvPrY/s320/P1070990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528198830896350466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't remember what buildings did i walked past below, some cathedral-cum-museum i guess..&lt;br /&gt;There was a man playing some weird musical instrument, like an up-side-down wok, but the sound of the instrument sounded a bit 'mystical'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLnWykg6IZI/AAAAAAAAAqI/j9FyBLHy_Tw/s1600/P1070995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLnWykg6IZI/AAAAAAAAAqI/j9FyBLHy_Tw/s320/P1070995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528686181857501586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLnWy2g5-lI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/feME9vcsFpw/s1600/P1080002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLnWy2g5-lI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/feME9vcsFpw/s320/P1080002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528686186689329746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLnWzNRc9tI/AAAAAAAAAqY/7k77TmQfzNA/s1600/P1070998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLnWzNRc9tI/AAAAAAAAAqY/7k77TmQfzNA/s320/P1070998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528686192798529234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We walked past a pastry shop, selling pizzas and these 'calzones'. It's like an Italian version of curry puff, with different type of fillings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLnWzl34y1I/AAAAAAAAAqg/3WMLg-OgsaA/s1600/P1080006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLnWzl34y1I/AAAAAAAAAqg/3WMLg-OgsaA/s320/P1080006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528686199402187602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLnWz7io7XI/AAAAAAAAAqo/KY0rtkPbE0s/s1600/P1080007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLnWz7io7XI/AAAAAAAAAqo/KY0rtkPbE0s/s320/P1080007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528686205218647410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sin May fed some fat pigeons in half way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLqeIdSw4ZI/AAAAAAAAAqw/5IsWk4cs6Zw/s1600/P1080015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLqeIdSw4ZI/AAAAAAAAAqw/5IsWk4cs6Zw/s320/P1080015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528905360690176402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLqeIm3x_AI/AAAAAAAAAq4/lUOjQbr1uA0/s1600/P1080022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLqeIm3x_AI/AAAAAAAAAq4/lUOjQbr1uA0/s320/P1080022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528905363261357058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, we reached the St. Mark's Square (Piazza San Marco)... Well we did not bother to go into the Basilica San Marco, as the queue was long under the hot sun, and cathedrals will juz look like cathedrals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLqeIqYBGHI/AAAAAAAAArA/ZWORNP-f5QU/s1600/P1080039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLqeIqYBGHI/AAAAAAAAArA/ZWORNP-f5QU/s320/P1080039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528905364201871474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLqeIwwiOyI/AAAAAAAAArI/qJjNPUuOSWU/s1600/P1080044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLqeIwwiOyI/AAAAAAAAArI/qJjNPUuOSWU/s320/P1080044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528905365915319074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instead, after taking some photos, we took a Vaporetto to a nearby island called Murano, the place where Murano glasses r made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLqeJEn4GwI/AAAAAAAAArQ/CG1p8y--Fgk/s1600/P1080062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLqeJEn4GwI/AAAAAAAAArQ/CG1p8y--Fgk/s320/P1080062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528905371247713026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_XGufub7I/AAAAAAAAArY/SYksYd0GdJY/s1600/P1080095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_XGufub7I/AAAAAAAAArY/SYksYd0GdJY/s320/P1080095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530375377994543026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did not take any pictures of the glasswork on the island, as most shops do not welcome photography n we respected them. So we juz walked around the island, n we found a gelato store in a small mall... Cheapest so far :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_XG4y_fRI/AAAAAAAAArg/OI1O_up2iUY/s1600/P1080096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_XG4y_fRI/AAAAAAAAArg/OI1O_up2iUY/s320/P1080096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530375380759706898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_XG5tdKkI/AAAAAAAAAro/qSJPKk7frQ4/s1600/P1080097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_XG5tdKkI/AAAAAAAAAro/qSJPKk7frQ4/s320/P1080097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530375381004921410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A monument made of murano glasses... N Sin May taking photos with wall again... hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_XHUpy7vI/AAAAAAAAAr4/EHX9zd7bcQk/s1600/P1080104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_XHUpy7vI/AAAAAAAAAr4/EHX9zd7bcQk/s320/P1080104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530375388237328114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_XHZJCBlI/AAAAAAAAArw/ISXxAkNJaTI/s1600/P1080103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_XHZJCBlI/AAAAAAAAArw/ISXxAkNJaTI/s320/P1080103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530375389442082386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a big piece of pizza as our lunch... Then our next destination, another island called Burano.. The unique thing about this island is that the buildings on this island are all painted in different colours, i.e. no repeated colours between adjacent buildings... Other than that, we juz walked around, took some beautiful scenes, had another gelato, n then headed back to Venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_ZzHmHYJI/AAAAAAAAAsA/WINuWEYqdcU/s1600/P1080109.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_ZzfiHpMI/AAAAAAAAAsI/2mfIWnLw2q0/s1600/P1080131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_ZzfiHpMI/AAAAAAAAAsI/2mfIWnLw2q0/s320/P1080131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530378346095420610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_ZzrE1fMI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9BdxsiJTEPw/s1600/P1080134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_ZzrE1fMI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9BdxsiJTEPw/s320/P1080134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530378349193821378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_Z0muQ7vI/AAAAAAAAAsY/XWyNiJarRC0/s1600/P1080147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_Z0muQ7vI/AAAAAAAAAsY/XWyNiJarRC0/s320/P1080147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530378365205278450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_Z0n38nrI/AAAAAAAAAsg/r9tvIow9wAI/s1600/P1080150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_Z0n38nrI/AAAAAAAAAsg/r9tvIow9wAI/s320/P1080150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530378365514325682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_nSt12YDI/AAAAAAAAAso/_Xa55LNgMRE/s1600/P1080167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_nSt12YDI/AAAAAAAAAso/_Xa55LNgMRE/s320/P1080167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530393176163377202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_nS4jjXNI/AAAAAAAAAsw/JXF5sEfcPFE/s1600/P1080190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_nS4jjXNI/AAAAAAAAAsw/JXF5sEfcPFE/s320/P1080190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530393179039423698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was evening already n we tried to find a place to eat, somewhere affordable n Italian. No, we did not eat in McD for god's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_nTJ3ZP8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/j1fE6Odh8dk/s1600/P1080198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_nTJ3ZP8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/j1fE6Odh8dk/s320/P1080198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530393183686049730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We walked around San Marco, trying to find a nice place to eat... We ended up in a place called Ristorante La Nuova Grotta...Well they were having some sort of promotion, 3 course meal for 17 euro. Not bad huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_nTYbrE6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/2jmFu14gnYQ/s1600/P1080201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_nTYbrE6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/2jmFu14gnYQ/s320/P1080201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530393187596309410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_nTj6ktSI/AAAAAAAAAtI/1IwpHJqBRRI/s1600/P1080207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_nTj6ktSI/AAAAAAAAAtI/1IwpHJqBRRI/s320/P1080207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530393190678705442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_wzwP5ZwI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/94F__N6mMZw/s1600/P1080212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_wzwP5ZwI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/94F__N6mMZw/s320/P1080212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530403639349831426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had some bread n bread sticks before our meal was served. Sin May ordered a pizza while i ordered a 3 course meal, starting with pasta nero di sepia (squid ink spaghetti), followed by a grilled salmon dish n a bowl of salad. Quite filling, n it was nice to have tasted the squid ink pasta :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_w0IRtobI/AAAAAAAAAtY/CFKW_WCUUFo/s1600/P1080215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_w0IRtobI/AAAAAAAAAtY/CFKW_WCUUFo/s320/P1080215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530403645799899570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_w0fb32VI/AAAAAAAAAtg/VTgJtuiYcXQ/s1600/P1080218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_w0fb32VI/AAAAAAAAAtg/VTgJtuiYcXQ/s320/P1080218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530403652016527698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_w0U0WLjI/AAAAAAAAAto/_qidiHI-cKU/s1600/P1080219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_w0U0WLjI/AAAAAAAAAto/_qidiHI-cKU/s320/P1080219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530403649166388786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_w0kwQhII/AAAAAAAAAtw/YTalybCXlL8/s1600/P1080220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_w0kwQhII/AAAAAAAAAtw/YTalybCXlL8/s320/P1080220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530403653444207746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_1rjrh-VI/AAAAAAAAAt4/_WJh6eOY4M8/s1600/P1080224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_1rjrh-VI/AAAAAAAAAt4/_WJh6eOY4M8/s320/P1080224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530408996095261010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner, it was getting dark already, we had a walk around, saw some restaurants with live orchestra/band performing (fancy!) n we headed to the jetty to take a Vaporetto back to the bus station. Unfortunately, we took the Vaporetto that made the most stops in between (should have taken a direct Vaporetto to the bus station).. So we were forced to stand for like 20 - 30 minutes in the packed, sweaty boat, waiting to arrive at the last stop. That was the only turn off of that day's trip. We had a wonderful day in Venice, n next time when we go, we will try the gondola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_1r3K1OoI/AAAAAAAAAuA/r7Jpj0QEfv4/s1600/P1080232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_1r3K1OoI/AAAAAAAAAuA/r7Jpj0QEfv4/s320/P1080232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530409001326819970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_1sK41ZzI/AAAAAAAAAuI/oE8ff_FvbxE/s1600/P1080233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_1sK41ZzI/AAAAAAAAAuI/oE8ff_FvbxE/s320/P1080233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530409006620043058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_1sSYAm7I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/pSSnBd1HLUM/s1600/P1080238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_1sSYAm7I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/pSSnBd1HLUM/s320/P1080238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530409008629849010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_1s4EwleI/AAAAAAAAAuY/n5hjM-Mv2Ds/s1600/P1080242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_1s4EwleI/AAAAAAAAAuY/n5hjM-Mv2Ds/s320/P1080242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530409018749654498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_2JUO0NvI/AAAAAAAAAug/sRDDYRZIcm4/s1600/P1080244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TL_2JUO0NvI/AAAAAAAAAug/sRDDYRZIcm4/s320/P1080244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530409507344365298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-2855547141586526495?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2855547141586526495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/10/euro-trip-with-my-dear-day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/2855547141586526495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/2855547141586526495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/10/euro-trip-with-my-dear-day-6.html' title='Euro Trip with my dear (Day 6)'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLgQVK81M-I/AAAAAAAAAnY/FMFPtPgVNtM/s72-c/P1070959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-8222386641267333714</id><published>2010-10-14T22:26:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T03:21:50.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro Trip with my dear (Day 5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not have much plan today, I allocated today for a visit to the Louvre. This time is INTO the Louvre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered the Louvre from the back entrance where the inverted pyramid is located as we took the metro directly to the station Palais Royal-Musée du Louvre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcZq-tdf-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/wiCnfgP_5Fw/s1600/P1070837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcZq-tdf-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/wiCnfgP_5Fw/s320/P1070837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527915293799448546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcZrFtZCwI/AAAAAAAAAkI/0EYASH-uf2M/s1600/P1070838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcZrFtZCwI/AAAAAAAAAkI/0EYASH-uf2M/s320/P1070838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527915295678204674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how the Louvre is suppose to be like in a summer's day - filled, packed with people hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Long queue as always, and for a world class museum, 10 euro is not expensive at all... And the best thing of all, I've been to the Louvre for three times, n everytime I got in for FREE! I love the benefits of being a student in Europe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcZrK-WOyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Dszo88jXeA4/s1600/P1070841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcZrK-WOyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Dszo88jXeA4/s320/P1070841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527915297091500834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did not have time to go through every single thing in the museum, and we did not go to every section of the museum, we simply did not have tht much time as we had a flight to catch at 6 in the evening. We visited the Mesopotamian section, Egyptian section, Roman &amp;amp; Greek sculptures and artifacts, French &amp;amp; Italian paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcZrcQ6tvI/AAAAAAAAAkY/0mfqqdLcWtQ/s1600/P1070846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcZrcQ6tvI/AAAAAAAAAkY/0mfqqdLcWtQ/s320/P1070846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527915301732792050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcZr4Qo1MI/AAAAAAAAAkg/MzUqtydJmbU/s1600/P1070847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcZr4Qo1MI/AAAAAAAAAkg/MzUqtydJmbU/s320/P1070847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527915309247812802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcgtwuKk3I/AAAAAAAAAko/SYbC2rgR6Kg/s1600/P1070865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcgtwuKk3I/AAAAAAAAAko/SYbC2rgR6Kg/s320/P1070865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527923038165308274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bronze sculpture below showing a centaur grabbing a woman, then the next sculpture a man fighting a centaur. We assumed that the centaur grabbed the man's wife, then the man beat the ass out of that centaur lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcguHPZiKI/AAAAAAAAAkw/2CpdBNsff5g/s1600/P1070889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcguHPZiKI/AAAAAAAAAkw/2CpdBNsff5g/s320/P1070889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527923044210280610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcguW9iqlI/AAAAAAAAAk4/vkbsDNEnBVk/s1600/P1070893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcguW9iqlI/AAAAAAAAAk4/vkbsDNEnBVk/s320/P1070893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527923048430348882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And thanks to best selling book of Dan Brown, The Da Vinci Code, and the making of this book into film, the inverted pyramid and Mona Lisa had become a must see in the Louvre. So we paid a visit to Mona Lisa as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcguyLwRsI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Q_rlI5zhvxM/s1600/P1070898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcguyLwRsI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Q_rlI5zhvxM/s320/P1070898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527923055737718466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then continued to see some paintings.. 'Liberty Leading the People' and 'Joan of Arc' paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcgvw3s1nI/AAAAAAAAAlI/-6UwrREHj4A/s1600/P1070900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcgvw3s1nI/AAAAAAAAAlI/-6UwrREHj4A/s320/P1070900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527923072565040754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLck8JAuIqI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/NXmpAgtZquM/s1600/P1070901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLck8JAuIqI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/NXmpAgtZquM/s320/P1070901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527927683250266786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we left, we visited the African section... Creepy looking artifacts... And we took a photo with dumb dumb from Easter Island as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLck8QnAcqI/AAAAAAAAAlY/eff-OFDqmBs/s1600/P1070908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLck8QnAcqI/AAAAAAAAAlY/eff-OFDqmBs/s320/P1070908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527927685289898658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLck8lUfleI/AAAAAAAAAlg/O9eseo7ETms/s1600/P1070912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLck8lUfleI/AAAAAAAAAlg/O9eseo7ETms/s320/P1070912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527927690849392098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLck8yNU0VI/AAAAAAAAAlw/AW5WoNMerwY/s1600/P1070915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLck8yNU0VI/AAAAAAAAAlw/AW5WoNMerwY/s320/P1070915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527927694308987218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLck8lwCP3I/AAAAAAAAAlo/nKhTt1SJhAQ/s1600/P1070914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLck8lwCP3I/AAAAAAAAAlo/nKhTt1SJhAQ/s320/P1070914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527927690964909938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw 2 interesting paintings when we were on our way out... 2 paintings painted from the front n back view of the fighting scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcng4og2tI/AAAAAAAAAl4/2VGx7hBOd3U/s1600/P1070916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcng4og2tI/AAAAAAAAAl4/2VGx7hBOd3U/s320/P1070916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527930513532181202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcnhM_1edI/AAAAAAAAAmA/VsDQ1mdb6-Y/s1600/P1070917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcnhM_1edI/AAAAAAAAAmA/VsDQ1mdb6-Y/s320/P1070917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527930518998710738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We headed back to the hostel, took our luggage, then took a metro to Gare du Nord to change to RER B, to CDG Airport. At Gare du Nord, we had a little problem here... The counter had a long queue and the ticket machine only accepts coins and cards, not notes. As I was looking around to find a way to buy the tickets, i asked Sin May to wait for me at one spot. There was no way that i could buy with banknotes, wtf, they accept Visa Debit so, if there is extra charge, let them charge la... Luckily my card had been changed to Visa Debit... If I was still using Solo card tht time, I would have been dead... After i bought the tickets, Sin May told me that when she was waiting for me, a man approached her speaking French, did not know whether he's a begger or mentally ill or what, he juz bugged her for a while then left, still tht left her a bit stunned... The train was packed, n there were a lot of French-Africans... It was hot n stuffy, and a baby cried all the way.... zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcxG4DcqxI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Us1sVPJiVTo/s1600/P1070921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcxG4DcqxI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Us1sVPJiVTo/s320/P1070921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527941061816396562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcxHGHxMNI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/WXEu76OJX74/s1600/P1070922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcxHGHxMNI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/WXEu76OJX74/s320/P1070922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527941065592615122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a long way to walk to the gate.... zzz.... I thought we had not much time d so i did not want to eat d only pass through security.... but then, flight delayed.... Gate changed.. then last minute flight arrived in time... What a mess.. The waiting area was hot, no aircond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcxIPXBOeI/AAAAAAAAAmY/MFoKeCZDb1U/s1600/P1070927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcxIPXBOeI/AAAAAAAAAmY/MFoKeCZDb1U/s320/P1070927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527941085252368866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcxIxmJVBI/AAAAAAAAAmg/lHXRuSVykyA/s1600/P1070928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcxIxmJVBI/AAAAAAAAAmg/lHXRuSVykyA/s320/P1070928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527941094442619922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We flew past the beautiful Alps on our way to Venice, but unfortunately we could not take any photos because none of us sat next to the window... We arrived in Marco Polo Airport after around an hour. The airport was located at the coast and we can see the sea juz right next to the runway when the plane was landing... Interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcxKmrrq2I/AAAAAAAAAmo/fA8E_aExncs/s1600/P1070932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcxKmrrq2I/AAAAAAAAAmo/fA8E_aExncs/s320/P1070932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527941125872790370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLdSg5sJlaI/AAAAAAAAAmw/YESK8Ybwm9g/s1600/P1070937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLdSg5sJlaI/AAAAAAAAAmw/YESK8Ybwm9g/s320/P1070937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527977792815863202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did not book our accommodation on the island itself. Instead, we booked our hostel in the mainland of Venice, a town called Mestre. We chose that hostel because it was right opposite the train station, and we needed to take a train to Rome at 4am on the day after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLdShLAVDVI/AAAAAAAAAm4/1OB1OlZU8x4/s1600/P1070948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLdShLAVDVI/AAAAAAAAAm4/1OB1OlZU8x4/s320/P1070948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527977797463903570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLdShVwU2GI/AAAAAAAAAnA/u5vMKlkOE-M/s1600/P1070953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLdShVwU2GI/AAAAAAAAAnA/u5vMKlkOE-M/s320/P1070953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527977800349571170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we reached the train station we took sometime to find the hostel because the hostel was located in a building without clear signs, then took sometime again to try to pass through few gates and getting to the correct floor. Luckily, someone came down then only we were able to go up. The instructions to get to the hostel was really unclear. However, everything turned out good after we checked in. The hostel was ran by a chinese family, and they insisted that we should eat and settle down first before doing the check in procedure. Home-cooked chinese food, rice, fish, meat vege, soup etc. It was better than expected, and i felt welcomed here. We got a big room, meant for 3 ppl, since only 2 of us stayin, we had a spacious room, with our own plasma tv :) since it was quite late already, and there was nothing to see around the area, we juz stayed in the room during that evening. I chatted with the son of the owner (the receptionist) n some other chinese tourists, while watchin football with them for a while. They were really nice ppl, even the mineral water n beer in the kitchen can be consumed anytime free of charge... They even prepared a very comprehensive guide about Venice for tourists like us n i must admit i was very impressed. Me and Sin May watched a few movies dubbed in Italian then gone to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the view of the train station outside of our window, n me reading the guide provided by the hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLdXpcyerbI/AAAAAAAAAnI/1krYt9BcsNI/s1600/P1070957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLdXpcyerbI/AAAAAAAAAnI/1krYt9BcsNI/s320/P1070957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527983437234744754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLdXqEw98yI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/HB6y_B30gTc/s1600/P1070958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLdXqEw98yI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/HB6y_B30gTc/s320/P1070958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527983447965823778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLdShVwU2GI/AAAAAAAAAnA/u5vMKlkOE-M/s1600/P1070953.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-8222386641267333714?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8222386641267333714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/10/euro-trip-with-my-dear-day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/8222386641267333714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/8222386641267333714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/10/euro-trip-with-my-dear-day-5.html' title='Euro Trip with my dear (Day 5)'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TLcZq-tdf-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/wiCnfgP_5Fw/s72-c/P1070837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-8677844056710481679</id><published>2010-10-03T01:15:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:24:58.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro Trip with my dear (Day 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept for barely 3 to 4 hours, before getting ready at 3 am plus, to get the bus to airport. Sin May managed to get a few snaps of the beautiful dawn before the bus departs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKmVUmbfaNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ghnlvHYSUHI/s1600/P1070595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKmVUmbfaNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ghnlvHYSUHI/s320/P1070595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524110599092398290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKmVU0uir0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/DOQmF1anUfA/s1600/P1070596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKmVU0uir0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/DOQmF1anUfA/s320/P1070596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524110602930401090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overestimated the time we could kill before boarding, so when we finally sat down n ordered something for breakfast, there was not much time left to slowly enjoy our coffee and bacon roll... Sorry about that dear... Hate the feeling of rushing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKmVVGAah-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/y_ZZLRvsNl0/s1600/P1070598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKmVVGAah-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/y_ZZLRvsNl0/s320/P1070598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524110607568766946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKmVVh7NndI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zlCkAFOJxNc/s1600/P1070602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKmVVh7NndI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zlCkAFOJxNc/s320/P1070602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524110615063141842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As if rushing through security check was not bad enough, we were stopped from boarding coz one of the air stewardess said Sin May's bag was too big... Damn it, we have not had any problems with our luggage in the previous flight.. As time is running short, we tried to repack the bag quickly... Finally we were able to squeeze the bag into the metal frame up side down as the base of the bag is incompressible and too big to be fitted in. Hehe, so we managed to get through without having to pay some stupid charges for overweight/oversized bag... Off to Paris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hot in Paris, after arriving at the Beauvais Airport, took an 1 hour bus to city centre, then took metro to the Montmartre area, where our hostel is located..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKn5_lcHEZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hvM8caYwGPc/s1600/P1070608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKn5_lcHEZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hvM8caYwGPc/s320/P1070608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524221288723714450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKn6Anj3i8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/1KGu-AfhS5U/s1600/P1070614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKn6Anj3i8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/1KGu-AfhS5U/s320/P1070614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524221306472991682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The common area and the lobby of the hostel is pretty nice, simple but comfortable, but the room we got was BAD! I'll talk about that later. As we arrived before check in time, we juz left our luggage in the luggage room then went out to the city centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKn6AP9JWdI/AAAAAAAAAeg/1axa0OtS9vM/s1600/P1070611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKn6AP9JWdI/AAAAAAAAAeg/1axa0OtS9vM/s320/P1070611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524221300136565202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our hostel was just a minute away from the metro station, so good thing. We took metro to the station Opéra, as the name suggests, there's an opera house up there. Our first stop was to the Opéra Garnier, but strictly speaking, we did not enter the building or admire the building thoroughly, we just took some photos and the heat of the sun urged us to leave quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKn6A8EVpFI/AAAAAAAAAew/YXn17FtWfHo/s1600/P1070617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKn6A8EVpFI/AAAAAAAAAew/YXn17FtWfHo/s320/P1070617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524221311977890898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrPCr8vKgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/w_L5kCus8Zs/s1600/P1070618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrPCr8vKgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/w_L5kCus8Zs/s320/P1070618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524455537987496450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then walked along Avenue de l'Opéra, towards Musée du Louvre. The heat and the traffic had made Sin May mad. Although going to Paris   is a lot of people's dream, but the reality is sometimes cruel.. Both of   us don't really like Paris... Too crowded, too hot during summer, too   much traffic, and too much bread... lol... Had some bad experience   dealing with Parisians last time i came, so not really good. But i   admire their city planning, and their architecture.. They have some   really beautiful buildings there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrPDLRN_oI/AAAAAAAAAfA/XoTw-SF_pHk/s1600/P1070620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrPDLRN_oI/AAAAAAAAAfA/XoTw-SF_pHk/s320/P1070620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524455546394902146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrQWp35K3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/ijlbSDCBiqM/s1600/P1070627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrQWp35K3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/ijlbSDCBiqM/s320/P1070627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524456980539321202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrQWrXJX6I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/mFhTZ2SCLA0/s1600/P1070629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrQWrXJX6I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/mFhTZ2SCLA0/s320/P1070629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524456980938842018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've reached the outside of the huge Louvre compound... We decided to find a place to sit and have a drink before continuing. Had some tea n orange juice in a nearby tea house... Then we headed to the famous glass pyramid of the Louvre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrZHWL8akI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ZG_STzG-9aI/s1600/P1070631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrZHWL8akI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ZG_STzG-9aI/s320/P1070631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524466613161323074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrZHvSfUGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/YoFy-sXK1ps/s1600/P1070635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrZHvSfUGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/YoFy-sXK1ps/s320/P1070635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524466619899662434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took some pictures with the glass pyramid and the Arc de Triomphe de Carrousel juz outside of the Louvre. Interesting thing is that one can see the Arc de Triomphe from this small Arc de Triomphe de Carrousel in a straight line and there is another Arc de la Défense further ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrZH39LPGI/AAAAAAAAAfo/sM2sq24nw1g/s1600/P1070644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrZH39LPGI/AAAAAAAAAfo/sM2sq24nw1g/s320/P1070644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524466622226185314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrZICDropI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pwK4DQJqwrY/s1600/P1070655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrZICDropI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pwK4DQJqwrY/s320/P1070655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524466624937829010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrZID4DrcI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ebD8CC-q7pg/s1600/P1070658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrZID4DrcI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ebD8CC-q7pg/s320/P1070658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524466625425944002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've planned to visit the Louvre on the next day, but since we were there already and surprisingly, not much ppl in the queue, i thought, y not juz go today? But there seemed to hv something wrong... Y did the Louvre looked so empty today? Then only i remembered.. I planned the visit on the next day coz i knew the Louvre would b closed on tht day... zzz... Blur me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we continued with our walk, walking along La Seine river towards the Notre Dame de Paris... On the way we strayed of the original path n wandered into some areas unknown to us... But tht was a good thing, seeing things ppl don usually go n c in Paris....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKro1y6jSqI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ZQ14qtd3_pI/s1600/P1070659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKro1y6jSqI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ZQ14qtd3_pI/s320/P1070659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524483903821400738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKro2C9nfHI/AAAAAAAAAgI/DrrTwH3I5co/s1600/P1070667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKro2C9nfHI/AAAAAAAAAgI/DrrTwH3I5co/s320/P1070667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524483908129225842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKro2dg1HEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/m28r7G71RYA/s1600/P1070672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKro2dg1HEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/m28r7G71RYA/s320/P1070672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524483915256241218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKro2oMEEPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/20PlGn4eg4I/s1600/P1070674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKro2oMEEPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/20PlGn4eg4I/s320/P1070674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524483918121930994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we were nearing the Notre Dame, Sin May suddenly saw some jetplanes roaring across the sky, n they came batch by batch, in a tidy formation... Fighting jets, bombers, n planes i did not know what they are called. There was probably an aviation exhibition or something like that... We juz stood there n watched for 10 mins as batches of planes flew by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKro2x0gSTI/AAAAAAAAAgg/LUgT-I9Ag8c/s1600/P1070677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKro2x0gSTI/AAAAAAAAAgg/LUgT-I9Ag8c/s320/P1070677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524483920707471666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrrqF6ORnI/AAAAAAAAAgo/-xaeErapVAE/s1600/P1070687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrrqF6ORnI/AAAAAAAAAgo/-xaeErapVAE/s320/P1070687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524487001296750194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally we've reached the Notre Dame. As usual it was filled with tourists. Sin May was so hoping to find the ppl tht sell super cheap keychains there. But not a glimpse of them, mayb we were there too late, or they've sold out their keychains too early... I found the cathedral magnificent when i stepped in for the first time in 2009, but after going into several cathedrals, and into Notre Dame itself for the third time, the cathedrals looked more or less the same... Still it is a piece of masterpiece. Sin May did not find cathedrals very interesting though hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrrqTW-ZDI/AAAAAAAAAgw/4ddkUg-VdYs/s1600/P1070693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrrqTW-ZDI/AAAAAAAAAgw/4ddkUg-VdYs/s320/P1070693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524487004907004978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrrqtGK0HI/AAAAAAAAAg4/BfgnEv7yr-c/s1600/P1070701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrrqtGK0HI/AAAAAAAAAg4/BfgnEv7yr-c/s320/P1070701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524487011815837810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, we found a restaurant in the nearby area n had our late lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrwCC5IAFI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-0_jzDAqvGQ/s1600/P1070713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrwCC5IAFI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-0_jzDAqvGQ/s320/P1070713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524491810850209874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrwCSC04bI/AAAAAAAAAhI/hBUyrwHIZIk/s1600/P1070714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrwCSC04bI/AAAAAAAAAhI/hBUyrwHIZIk/s320/P1070714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524491814917431730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrwCvGErsI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4fDyJ2SBNl4/s1600/P1070715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrwCvGErsI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4fDyJ2SBNl4/s320/P1070715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524491822715678402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrwC20OAGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/9UKFu7ClQnE/s1600/P1070717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrwC20OAGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/9UKFu7ClQnE/s320/P1070717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524491824788275298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch, we wandered around in search of the nearest metro station. Sin May was very interested in the western countries' pigeons which are not afraid of ppl... We saw a string orchestra performing and promoting their music in the metro station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrwDDSTjsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/w4yuwxoamD4/s1600/P1070725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrwDDSTjsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/w4yuwxoamD4/s320/P1070725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524491828135694018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrzuzYfV2I/AAAAAAAAAho/j_jYgpKU9-o/s1600/P1070726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrzuzYfV2I/AAAAAAAAAho/j_jYgpKU9-o/s320/P1070726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524495878315792226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrzvMPQ_WI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Kz-HcNzIwWM/s1600/P1070731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrzvMPQ_WI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Kz-HcNzIwWM/s320/P1070731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524495884987989346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrzvOIgWAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/biAnfs9k3DA/s1600/P1070739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrzvOIgWAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/biAnfs9k3DA/s320/P1070739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524495885496506370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrzvc7LXmI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-FWCfxojRvA/s1600/P1070743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrzvc7LXmI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-FWCfxojRvA/s320/P1070743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524495889467137634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went back to the hostel thinking of getting a good rest before going out again later in the evening... The nightmare started after we have checked in. A messy messy room, freakingly hot, and located at the most uncomfortable place possible. I don't know about other dorms, but the dorm that we got was at the ground floor, facing directly to an open space with rubbish bins just outside the kitchen. People will just gather outside at that open space eating, chatting, meaning, NOISY and NO PRIVACY. Plus it's freaking hot in the room and it did not have a single window so we had to open the door... Toilets were juz beside our room so we could hear ppl flushing, opening the tap etc... Our mood instantly turned murderous... We couldn't get another room coz it was fully booked. We felt very pissed by the condition of the room and we couldn't rest properly for later's activities. In the end, we juz took a very unpleasant nap n felt lethargy to go out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKn6AP9JWdI/AAAAAAAAAeg/1axa0OtS9vM/s1600/P1070611.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrzvjgbieI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ZL5eNPPpOvw/s1600/P1070744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKrzvjgbieI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ZL5eNPPpOvw/s320/P1070744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524495891233999330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr4wAco1KI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/vg_yWwljLbM/s1600/P1070824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr4wAco1KI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/vg_yWwljLbM/s320/P1070824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524501396560860322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But in the end, we still managed to drag ourself out of the hostel to  visit Eiffel Tower. But we did not have time to go for a proper dinner  already. On our way out, we bought some apricots at a nearby grocery store... BAD BAD DECISION.. Both of us got sore throat with a lot of sputum after eating the apricots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr4wddZntI/AAAAAAAAAiY/jE2N5bWchV0/s1600/P1070746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr4wddZntI/AAAAAAAAAiY/jE2N5bWchV0/s320/P1070746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524501404348686034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way to make a transit, to take a suburb train (RER) to Eiffel Tower, we passed by this museum which Sin May claimed to look like a 'thousand layer cake'. I did not know what kinda museum is that but they were exhibiting some of Van Gogh's artpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr4wjYOBUI/AAAAAAAAAig/gpBLlqD7rgc/s1600/P1070752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr4wjYOBUI/AAAAAAAAAig/gpBLlqD7rgc/s320/P1070752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524501405937567042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr4w6ccKwI/AAAAAAAAAio/QBs4vCB1XV8/s1600/P1070753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr4w6ccKwI/AAAAAAAAAio/QBs4vCB1XV8/s320/P1070753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524501412129286914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK we finally reached the famous landmark of Paris -- Eiffel Tower. Eiffel Tower looked best at night, when all the lights were turned on n it becomes a golden tower. During daytime, it's juz a huge piece of metal.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr4xZC8-lI/AAAAAAAAAiw/wEgOTbMm__8/s1600/P1070760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr4xZC8-lI/AAAAAAAAAiw/wEgOTbMm__8/s320/P1070760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524501420343884370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr8XwtXnuI/AAAAAAAAAi4/02WTk0czpsM/s1600/P1070773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr8XwtXnuI/AAAAAAAAAi4/02WTk0czpsM/s320/P1070773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524505378065719010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr8YFVtfCI/AAAAAAAAAjA/nwZfOy0zgEQ/s1600/P1070770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr8YFVtfCI/AAAAAAAAAjA/nwZfOy0zgEQ/s320/P1070770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524505383603633186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr8YaUDj_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/VSm1sXYNiZk/s1600/P1070781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr8YaUDj_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/VSm1sXYNiZk/s320/P1070781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524505389233836018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were taking photos there, we met 2 canadian girls asking us to help them take photos... Well very cheerful n friendly, n they were doing the 'Eiffel Tower' pose in front of Eiffel Tower... When it was their turn to help us take photos, 1 of them squatted down in order to take a full view of the tower. The problem is, she was wearing a short skirt, n hence, upskirt. It was kinda awkward as i did not know where to put my eyes on, coz i would surely c it when i look towards the camera... The funny part was that she could told us  somemore, 'Sorry to let u'll c my panty'... Gosh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got in line to buy tickets to climb the tower, it was quite late already n the top of the tower had closed for visit. Actually climbing to the middle is good enough already. We could see a lot of armies/police guarding the tower. Probably due to the increased threats by the Muslim extremists.. Eiffel Tower always got attacked first in movies when France is attacked by terrorists. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr8YZU1H_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/cQM2YE6na6c/s1600/P1070786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr8YZU1H_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/cQM2YE6na6c/s320/P1070786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524505388968648690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr8YvONv8I/AAAAAAAAAjY/APc6dst2G14/s1600/P1070788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKr8YvONv8I/AAAAAAAAAjY/APc6dst2G14/s320/P1070788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524505394846482370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Night view from the tower was stunning, but quite cold up there. It was crowded, as usual with tourists... After going down from the tower, we took a few more shots n left... The RER was closed already, so we went for the metro station further away. It was quite late when we reached our hostel, n although it was midnight already, ppl are still talking loud n laughing in the kitchen area, juz right outside of our room. It was stated there that the kitchen would b closed by 12, but nobody cares. How inconsiderate.... Sucky hostel.... Anyway we managed to sleep due to exhausation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKsGils1bAI/AAAAAAAAAjo/dSGBfBHIt7c/s1600/P1070800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKsGils1bAI/AAAAAAAAAjo/dSGBfBHIt7c/s320/P1070800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524516559205526530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKsGiny3mbI/AAAAAAAAAjg/m-EnNkztWQ0/s1600/P1070794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKsGiny3mbI/AAAAAAAAAjg/m-EnNkztWQ0/s320/P1070794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524516559767706034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKsGizKsIlI/AAAAAAAAAjw/APxs7UE7omI/s1600/P1070814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKsGizKsIlI/AAAAAAAAAjw/APxs7UE7omI/s320/P1070814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524516562820407890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKsGjInLu8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/gbfp2U1tkiE/s1600/P1070820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKsGjInLu8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/gbfp2U1tkiE/s320/P1070820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524516568577063874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-8677844056710481679?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8677844056710481679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/10/euro-trip-with-my-dear-day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/8677844056710481679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/8677844056710481679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/10/euro-trip-with-my-dear-day-4.html' title='Euro Trip with my dear (Day 4)'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKmVUmbfaNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ghnlvHYSUHI/s72-c/P1070595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-8282903559188226883</id><published>2010-09-28T21:50:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T18:44:35.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro Trip with my dear (Day 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;As mentioned in my previous post, we reached Glasgow in the evening of day 2.&lt;br /&gt;We rose pretty early in the morning, having in mind that we only have one day to spend in Glasgow. Brought her to breakfast in Lauder's as we walked in the drizzling rain.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Scottish breakfast, yes, Sin May always like Western breakfast, plus it was dirt cheap! Definitely a good place to dine in&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKH3_B4PS9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/nQQMkFtJyUg/s1600/P1070377.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKH3_B4PS9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/nQQMkFtJyUg/s320/P1070377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521967280341076946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKH3_clCmMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/n6rfv-xbGes/s1600/P1070381.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKH3_clCmMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/n6rfv-xbGes/s320/P1070381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521967287508310210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKH3_koUfpI/AAAAAAAAAYY/e3N6b8SjYRI/s1600/P1070390.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKH3_koUfpI/AAAAAAAAAYY/e3N6b8SjYRI/s320/P1070390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521967289669549714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKH4mUnfDhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ySXyI_fW-Ao/s1600/P1070393.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKH4mUnfDhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ySXyI_fW-Ao/s320/P1070393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521967955385978386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;After breakfast, we&lt;/span&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;walked along Sauchiehall street, bought a lip balm, some chocolate truffles from Thorntons while waited for the rain to slow a little before heading to the West End area with the subway service.. Rain was still pouring... A bad day for traveling, but good for sleeping...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKLvXgquqBI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I9MYkBHpVOo/s1600/P1070438.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKLvXgquqBI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I9MYkBHpVOo/s320/P1070438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522239280294832146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKIAuGXgG5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/pvcmOwwcwdc/s1600/P1070407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKIAuGXgG5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/pvcmOwwcwdc/s320/P1070407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521976885092817810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;West End has a few common attractions, namely the University of Glasgow's castle like building, and the Kelvingrove Museum... Here she is taking another photo beside a brick wall (she juz loves walls), or more precisely a gate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKIAuW32QTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ufX7qjWewMg/s1600/P1070417.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKIAuW32QTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ufX7qjWewMg/s320/P1070417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521976889523454258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw this store with the name Bo Ho, which means 'Not Good' in Hokkien, Bo Ho Bo Ho, how can the shop be Ho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL13mYs60I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/lwl9c_3XIVk/s1600/P1070411.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL13mYs60I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/lwl9c_3XIVk/s320/P1070411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522246428655414082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent around an hour in the museum, but honestly, this museum is nothing compared to the British Museum and the Louvre Museum... But i like the architecture of the building though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKIMRvpkFYI/AAAAAAAAAY4/1u0HjXX0kJA/s1600/P1070427.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKIMRvpkFYI/AAAAAAAAAY4/1u0HjXX0kJA/s320/P1070427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521989592097756546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKIMRuksl0I/AAAAAAAAAZA/x5hPrjxYXgU/s1600/P1070455.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKIMRuksl0I/AAAAAAAAAZA/x5hPrjxYXgU/s320/P1070455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521989591808907074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKLvXw01hsI/AAAAAAAAAZo/b-fvorW0U9E/s1600/P1070441.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKLvXw01hsI/AAAAAAAAAZo/b-fvorW0U9E/s320/P1070441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522239284632192706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKLvYPmKcpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/G5LjqzM6K18/s1600/P1070452.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKLvYPmKcpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/G5LjqzM6K18/s320/P1070452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522239292892148370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKLvYgLzTaI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VSpJGImiMP4/s1600/P1070454.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKLvYgLzTaI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VSpJGImiMP4/s320/P1070454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522239297344982434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We headed to the University of Glasgow after that... Uni of Glasgow is the  4th oldest Uni in UK, n rumour says that the setting of Hogwarts was based on this building of Uni of Glasgow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKIMR_MGLeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/8RsXNrjR80s/s1600/P1070465.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKIMR_MGLeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/8RsXNrjR80s/s320/P1070465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521989596269129186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKIMSetQEBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/jx0qoBCKaoo/s1600/P1070485.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKIMSetQEBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/jx0qoBCKaoo/s320/P1070485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521989604729688082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKIMSjHd4AI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-Le5FC7UmiY/s1600/P1070480.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKIMSjHd4AI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-Le5FC7UmiY/s320/P1070480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521989605913387010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKLyYY6UKUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/T5WnoyxbGBg/s1600/P1070484.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKLyYY6UKUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/T5WnoyxbGBg/s320/P1070484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522242593927473474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just walked around the compound, took some photos and left... We then went to the Kelvingrove Park, which is just across the street, down the hill. Well nothing much to see, other than dogs, and magpies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKLyYkRNu6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/tE7mmG9s-us/s1600/P1070488.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKLyYkRNu6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/tE7mmG9s-us/s320/P1070488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522242596976311202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were kinda lost as i was not familiar with this park and i did not know where the park's exit would bring us to.. But luckily road signs were clear (unlike in Malaysia zzz) n we were brought to the Kelvinbridge subway station, a station away from the 1 we took to westend earlier... After going back to Buchanan street, we went to search for lunch, i decided to bring her to Yate's. On the way we saw another Bo store -- Bo Concept, No concept store haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL138kdXrI/AAAAAAAAAaY/73HPIVC6R9c/s1600/P1070498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL138kdXrI/AAAAAAAAAaY/73HPIVC6R9c/s320/P1070498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522246434610306738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yate's is a nice n affordable pub restaurant to dine in.... 2 meals for GBP 5.95, and 2 for 1 desserts... What more could u ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL14fZL0TI/AAAAAAAAAao/DFyEeytKb74/s1600/P1070512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL14fZL0TI/AAAAAAAAAao/DFyEeytKb74/s320/P1070512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522246443958260018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL14ghZykI/AAAAAAAAAaw/y-EKjXWx_80/s1600/P1070506.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL14ghZykI/AAAAAAAAAaw/y-EKjXWx_80/s320/P1070506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522246444261165634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL4d7iFPqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/MbiY-l7Ul0E/s1600/P1070509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL4d7iFPqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/MbiY-l7Ul0E/s320/P1070509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522249286190186146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this late lunch, it was time to go back n pack, ready for a bus to Edinburgh around 7pm. Sin May was very interested with the fat, lazy pigeons in Glasgow who are not afraid of people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL7Tlz8f0I/AAAAAAAAAbI/JzyZ390xl3k/s1600/P1070514.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL7Tlz8f0I/AAAAAAAAAbI/JzyZ390xl3k/s320/P1070514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522252407095721794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived in Edinburgh late enough to see the beautiful dusk in Edinburgh... We were going to stay there half a night before taking an early 6am flight to Paris. So we only had a few hours to walk around Edinburgh before it gets dark n we needed to get enough sleep for a long day tomorrow. The hostel was located just off Princes Street, very near to the bus stop for busses to the airport... But it's the hostel itself and it's location looks a bit dodgy... Rather dark n isolated alley, with a few pubs nearby; located in the 4th floor i think, no lift, only stairs... N the interial of the hostel, filled with odd looking murals (mayb some ppl call it artistic i don't know), n the best part is, the individual dorm rooms does not have a lock... Although the main entrance to the hostel is electronically controlled by the hostel keeper, still who can guarantee that there are no thieves staying in the hostel? I chose this place only because its location is convenient... But this is way to crazy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL7UPmwjHI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/yx92I87WEhQ/s1600/P1070524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL7UPmwjHI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/yx92I87WEhQ/s320/P1070524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522252418314701938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL7URgHKuI/AAAAAAAAAbY/fn9nhdgeriE/s1600/P1070526.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL7URgHKuI/AAAAAAAAAbY/fn9nhdgeriE/s320/P1070526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522252418823695074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL7Uy1l5QI/AAAAAAAAAbg/YFscqEJb2AY/s1600/P1070527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL7Uy1l5QI/AAAAAAAAAbg/YFscqEJb2AY/s320/P1070527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522252427772159234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL7VZFvzYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/QAkAeF6gzn4/s1600/P1070528.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKL7VZFvzYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/QAkAeF6gzn4/s320/P1070528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522252438040464770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After checking in, we went out for a short visit to this historical city... Luckily it was summer that time, the sun wouldn't set till 9 or 10pm... But it was freaking cold at nite, even during summer... Sin May wanted a picture with the stone road..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMC0N2hyJI/AAAAAAAAAbw/EpChZ0jjojI/s1600/P1070529.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMC0N2hyJI/AAAAAAAAAbw/EpChZ0jjojI/s320/P1070529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522260664181180562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked around up the hill, towards the old town... I never went to Edinburgh in the evening, so I was fascinated by the amazing evening view of Edinburgh... Sin May felt the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMC0OulDdI/AAAAAAAAAb4/x3fPAg8wA5Q/s1600/P1070538.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMC0OulDdI/AAAAAAAAAb4/x3fPAg8wA5Q/s320/P1070538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522260664416275922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMC01tCKZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/HD1FHctGPIc/s1600/P1070550.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMC01tCKZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/HD1FHctGPIc/s320/P1070550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522260674878777746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMC0SERI8I/AAAAAAAAAcA/I2ioYGFYNC4/s1600/P1070543.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMC0SERI8I/AAAAAAAAAcA/I2ioYGFYNC4/s320/P1070543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522260665312551874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMC1HWyEtI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SjE6cgHBF3A/s1600/P1070552.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMC1HWyEtI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SjE6cgHBF3A/s320/P1070552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522260679617286866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is, taking photos with the stone road, and a random stone wall... Juz ignore the road sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMG6L-lYKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/MoZLQJv1wjo/s1600/P1070558.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMG6L-lYKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/MoZLQJv1wjo/s320/P1070558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522265164803825826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMG51Yke6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/gTRjJ-o1MJ4/s1600/P1070561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMG51Yke6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/gTRjJ-o1MJ4/s320/P1070561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522265158738803618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, Royal Mile is the famous one, stretching one mile, from Edinburgh Castle, to the Palace of the Holyroodhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMG6ViBBaI/AAAAAAAAAco/y08i6_U1WUk/s1600/P1070563.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMG6ViBBaI/AAAAAAAAAco/y08i6_U1WUk/s320/P1070563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522265167368357282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMG6vF30rI/AAAAAAAAAcw/_4blGibqXGQ/s1600/P1070567.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMG6vF30rI/AAAAAAAAAcw/_4blGibqXGQ/s320/P1070567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522265174229635762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was kinda excited to see a Malaysian flag outside of Edinburgh Castle where the Military Tattoo is going to be held... It's juz a homey feeling when u c Malaysian shops or food or things in the overseas.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMG6zCCNyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/m64n68lifRI/s1600/P1070570.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMG6zCCNyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/m64n68lifRI/s320/P1070570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522265175287281442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were walking back along Royal Mile, we stopped by St Giles Church to take a few shots. Sin May then discovered some numbers engraved on the ground in the Parliament Square, right in front of St Giles.. Tried to find the meaning of these numbers online, which look like some years, but couldn't find anything meaningful.... Can someone please enlighten me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMNASjtF0I/AAAAAAAAAdI/lIC5_3m-xko/s1600/P1070578.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMNASjtF0I/AAAAAAAAAdI/lIC5_3m-xko/s320/P1070578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522271866719115074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMNAvf49pI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/sToTFpS7Mqk/s1600/P1070581.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMNAvf49pI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/sToTFpS7Mqk/s320/P1070581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522271874487744146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMNAvMivpI/AAAAAAAAAdY/URnnpAtH_jI/s1600/P1070582.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMNAvMivpI/AAAAAAAAAdY/URnnpAtH_jI/s320/P1070582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522271874406596242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another shot of her with a piece of wall, at St Giles.. (See? i told u she likes walls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMNAPCrzwI/AAAAAAAAAdA/2p4PzCcF1A8/s1600/P1070583.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMNAPCrzwI/AAAAAAAAAdA/2p4PzCcF1A8/s320/P1070583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522271865775312642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMSo-rhCDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/zMD8FJeyhv4/s1600/P1070588.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMSo-rhCDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/zMD8FJeyhv4/s320/P1070588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522278063315945522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bought a subway sandwich each on the way back, n i bought a can of Irn Bru for her to try as well... We had our dinner in the dining area in the hostel. Sin May was kinda pissed with the noisy bunch of bimbos in the hostel...  Then we quickly wash up n take a short nap before waking up around 3 something to catch the 4 something bus to airport in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMSowkA_7I/AAAAAAAAAdo/nqguEt6lmNY/s1600/P1070587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMSowkA_7I/AAAAAAAAAdo/nqguEt6lmNY/s320/P1070587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522278059526389682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMSpCOjQ9I/AAAAAAAAAdw/y22ZIc49Jc4/s1600/P1070593.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKMSpCOjQ9I/AAAAAAAAAdw/y22ZIc49Jc4/s320/P1070593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522278064268198866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-8282903559188226883?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8282903559188226883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/euro-trip-with-my-dear-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/8282903559188226883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/8282903559188226883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/euro-trip-with-my-dear-day-3.html' title='Euro Trip with my dear (Day 3)'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKH3_B4PS9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/nQQMkFtJyUg/s72-c/P1070377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-6196139302650240680</id><published>2010-09-27T15:22:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:02:04.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro Trip with my dear (Day 1 &amp; 2)</title><content type='html'>It had been a headache to plan this one week trip,&lt;br /&gt;but I was so looking forward for this trip,&lt;br /&gt;as it would be the first time i see my dear face to face after more than a year... N it would b the first long vacation we have together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything had been planned 2 months prior to the date of the trip,&lt;br /&gt;n the volcanic ashes incident that time got me worried for a bit during that time..&lt;br /&gt;plus some unknown random factors of the universe blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;but everything turned out to be going as planned n she boarded onto the plane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;I started the day early, taking a 7.00am flight to London. I had plenty of time before Sin May reached around 4 - 5.00pm. I left my baggage in Astor Victoria Hostel, then went to Leicester Square to get musical tickets for that night. Had no idea what to watch, i know most productions would be good, as long as the ticket prices are within budget... I chose Sister Act in the end after running between a few ticket booths.. Then i paid a visit to the British Museum... Although not as huge as the Louvre, but the collection of artifacts is quite impressive, especially like the Egyptian and Mesopotamian items.. I'm not sure if i have looked through every corner but it was kinda rush as i had to go to Heathrow Airport to meet my dear... Luckily i was not late.. It took some time before she emerged from the arrival gate... Relieved that she had touched down safely...&lt;br /&gt;She had fallen in love with London straight away when we travelled on the metro to city centre... The weather, the flora, the architecture... After checking in, we took sometime to walk around, taking photos, before rushing to the London Palladium Theatre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBUaV7OonI/AAAAAAAAATw/zHPuPsE5Ip4/s1600/P1070174.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBUaV7OonI/AAAAAAAAATw/zHPuPsE5Ip4/s320/P1070174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521505954695127666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBUaw-ShqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/dmsnhGf8sl0/s1600/P1070175.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBUaw-ShqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/dmsnhGf8sl0/s320/P1070175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521505961955722914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBUbGxz3-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/Cn6WyAyc8NI/s1600/P1070177.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBUbGxz3-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/Cn6WyAyc8NI/s320/P1070177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521505967808962530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBUba9ddmI/AAAAAAAAAUI/i5iZkb5aRsA/s1600/P1070181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBUba9ddmI/AAAAAAAAAUI/i5iZkb5aRsA/s320/P1070181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521505973226534498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBUb6xXNOI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Mt7AwEdNHIs/s1600/P1070186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBUb6xXNOI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Mt7AwEdNHIs/s320/P1070186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521505981765727458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both agreed that this musical was good and hillarious, definitely worth a watch. After that we wandered around that area in search for food... We saw some crazy celebration around that area, think we somehow wandered into the 'xxx area'.. Other than ppl in pubs with exposing clothes, probably having parties after a 'homosexual, transexual etc' themed parade today, we saw quite some XXX dvd shops around as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBYS4uR36I/AAAAAAAAAUY/h4SXyP3PWiE/s1600/P1070200.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBYS4uR36I/AAAAAAAAAUY/h4SXyP3PWiE/s320/P1070200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521510224643612578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBYTOnoVpI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5D1AR0Yy1ZA/s1600/P1070202.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBYTOnoVpI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5D1AR0Yy1ZA/s320/P1070202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521510230521304722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally settled in a Mediterranean restaurant... Food was not bad, but not exactly brilliant as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBYTTcwZFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/n1EydmQwGGo/s1600/P1070205.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBYTTcwZFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/n1EydmQwGGo/s320/P1070205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521510231817872466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBYTdQj3eI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jr3QXwPq0Ho/s1600/P1070211.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBYTdQj3eI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jr3QXwPq0Ho/s320/P1070211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521510234451074530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBYTnt7o7I/AAAAAAAAAU4/y6ZVS6E8E-Y/s1600/P1070221.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBYTnt7o7I/AAAAAAAAAU4/y6ZVS6E8E-Y/s320/P1070221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521510237258621874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time was approaching 11.00pm after we finished our dinner, we made a quick move to get a glimpse of some of London's nightview... We went to the Westminster area, near River Thames, where the Big Ben, House of Parliament and London Eye are located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBZ-zqAUyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/PosXKT_VesI/s1600/P1070229.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBZ-zqAUyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/PosXKT_VesI/s320/P1070229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521512078709379874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBZ_A7izZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/OaVSrQYG2H0/s1600/P1070235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBZ_A7izZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/OaVSrQYG2H0/s320/P1070235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521512082272603538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why, but my dear seemed to have something towards plain stone/brick walls and stone streets.. You'll notice it in the trip to other places later... We took some photos while waiting for the double-decker bus coz we were too late for tubes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBZ_UHP4II/AAAAAAAAAVQ/OOxDFsTV0zY/s1600/P1070244.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBZ_UHP4II/AAAAAAAAAVQ/OOxDFsTV0zY/s320/P1070244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521512087421968514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBZ_hj94wI/AAAAAAAAAVY/uK5NIfTHfwY/s1600/P1070250.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBZ_hj94wI/AAAAAAAAAVY/uK5NIfTHfwY/s320/P1070250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521512091032085250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We got up early to go to Buckingham Palace to watch the changing of guards. That was the 3rd time I've watched the unnecessarily long ceremony. OK, it provides some entertainment and it is one of the 'Must see' attractions of  London, but exchanging a few guards do not need to be dragged till 30 - 45 mins, n my my, standing under the hot sun crowded with hundreds of tourists did not  make things better. We left after around 20 mins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBfwSrJz9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/j4h-NqkgRB4/s1600/P1070261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBfwSrJz9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/j4h-NqkgRB4/s320/P1070261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521518426407423954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBfwpCK0EI/AAAAAAAAAVo/DRK2gZ8Y-5A/s1600/P1070263.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBfwpCK0EI/AAAAAAAAAVo/DRK2gZ8Y-5A/s320/P1070263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521518432409538626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBfxGBZu0I/AAAAAAAAAVw/D_JbUMeRxXI/s1600/P1070266.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBfxGBZu0I/AAAAAAAAAVw/D_JbUMeRxXI/s320/P1070266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521518440190950210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBfxbpqAoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/dX65TcbdBEo/s1600/P1070270.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBfxbpqAoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/dX65TcbdBEo/s320/P1070270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521518445996933762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walk along St James Park, towards Westminster area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBo-diZyyI/AAAAAAAAAWA/HODfn4ni1MI/s1600/P1070282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBo-diZyyI/AAAAAAAAAWA/HODfn4ni1MI/s320/P1070282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521528565446331170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBo-k_SuSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/drnZA8tjfAY/s1600/P1070289.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBo-k_SuSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/drnZA8tjfAY/s320/P1070289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521528567446550818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBo-1SAizI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4EYUmVRDE3s/s1600/P1070293.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBo-1SAizI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4EYUmVRDE3s/s320/P1070293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521528571820018482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some dayview photos of the Westminster area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBwUDAg2NI/AAAAAAAAAWY/h50fQFHoFGE/s1600/P1070305.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBwUDAg2NI/AAAAAAAAAWY/h50fQFHoFGE/s320/P1070305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521536632863381714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBwUZcCY1I/AAAAAAAAAWg/GYPJc4Zgr9w/s1600/P1070306.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBwUZcCY1I/AAAAAAAAAWg/GYPJc4Zgr9w/s320/P1070306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521536638884406098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBwUpDk-5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/zHPMv5fgHmc/s1600/P1070309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBwUpDk-5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/zHPMv5fgHmc/s320/P1070309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521536643076782994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBwUzhvx2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/oMDb5itO3vU/s1600/P1070315.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBwUzhvx2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/oMDb5itO3vU/s320/P1070315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521536645887674210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBwVJPr-cI/AAAAAAAAAW4/t4IEVa-AEvg/s1600/P1070324.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBwVJPr-cI/AAAAAAAAAW4/t4IEVa-AEvg/s320/P1070324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521536651717507522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course how can we miss the famous red phone booth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKCj6wTnwvI/AAAAAAAAAXA/FZwWkLw9fZ8/s1600/P1070301.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKCj6wTnwvI/AAAAAAAAAXA/FZwWkLw9fZ8/s320/P1070301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521593372951167730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;N the horse guard? Even the horse knows he should look at the camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKCj7F4uXNI/AAAAAAAAAXI/DhiazoMDK5M/s1600/P1070338.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKCj7F4uXNI/AAAAAAAAAXI/DhiazoMDK5M/s320/P1070338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521593378743934162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we had a short visit to the National Gallery near Trafalgar Square... She was abit disappointed that there were only a few Van Gogh's paintings there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKCj7gXo85I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZBeTlClNs_A/s1600/P1070342.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKCj7gXo85I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZBeTlClNs_A/s320/P1070342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521593385852924818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here a picture of her taken with a random piece of wall... See, i said she had something towards stone walls...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKCj7u4UuoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/f_dDHU_eYt4/s1600/P1070346.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKCj7u4UuoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/f_dDHU_eYt4/s320/P1070346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521593389748107906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A complex looking mapping of london tubes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKCnr1ZP0hI/AAAAAAAAAXg/u8soHF7hnYE/s1600/P1070354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKCnr1ZP0hI/AAAAAAAAAXg/u8soHF7hnYE/s320/P1070354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521597514665415186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I brought her to one of the most busy shopping street in London - Oxford street. Luckily i had a gf who doesn't like shopping, so i'm spared from going in shop by shop! Anyway, we didn't have much time to spend there also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKCuI_ylB-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/4uEcihHTCs8/s1600/P1070348.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKCuI_ylB-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/4uEcihHTCs8/s320/P1070348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521604612741990370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We grabbed some burger from McD in a rush, n had to eat in the airport... Yeah burger with bacon! Something not found in Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKCxRdD-aiI/AAAAAAAAAX4/y258WYAyryU/s1600/P1070355.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKCxRdD-aiI/AAAAAAAAAX4/y258WYAyryU/s320/P1070355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521608056573422114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKCxR71pylI/AAAAAAAAAYA/kRip18JyGLU/s1600/P1070356.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKCxR71pylI/AAAAAAAAAYA/kRip18JyGLU/s320/P1070356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521608064834849362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the evening flight at 7.10pm to Glasgow... She was freezing when we walked out from the bus station... Yeah, Glasgow is almost always cold, even in summer. But she prefers cooler weather than hot weather, so she adapted to the weather fairly quickly. We went back to my hostel, and had dinner with Devi, Lingwei, XY n their family... We slept early that night, exhausted, after a long day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKCnsMp7N5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/bJbuiOd3OLg/s1600/P1070366.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKCnsMp7N5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/bJbuiOd3OLg/s320/P1070366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521597520909383570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(to be continued...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-6196139302650240680?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6196139302650240680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/euro-trip-with-my-dear-day-1-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/6196139302650240680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/6196139302650240680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/euro-trip-with-my-dear-day-1-2.html' title='Euro Trip with my dear (Day 1 &amp; 2)'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TKBUaV7OonI/AAAAAAAAATw/zHPuPsE5Ip4/s72-c/P1070174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-1805023754349559850</id><published>2010-09-07T16:23:00.036+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:49:46.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Times</title><content type='html'>The 14 months i had in Glasgow will definitely be one of my most unforgettable experience in my life... There were a lot of first times in Glasgow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stepping into the European continent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; for the first time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIX9D_Ovp8I/AAAAAAAAANg/J0eDRq68VPY/s1600/P1010998.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIX9D_Ovp8I/AAAAAAAAANg/J0eDRq68VPY/s320/P1010998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514091563739752386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIX9EE-ezPI/AAAAAAAAANo/B5YZGix67xk/s1600/P1010995.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIX9EE-ezPI/AAAAAAAAANo/B5YZGix67xk/s320/P1010995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514091565282151666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Wearing the bloody expensive + useless blazer made compulsory by JPA... zzz...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Experiencing Scottish hospitality/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scottish food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIX-r90jjGI/AAAAAAAAANw/Trjf_hdiSwM/s1600/P1020060.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIX-r90jjGI/AAAAAAAAANw/Trjf_hdiSwM/s320/P1020060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514093350067866722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Note: The famous Scottish food Haggis in the bottom middle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First time I've seen so many types of bank notes issued by different banks in a country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYI9EP4MpI/AAAAAAAAAN4/oiFRIcfP67A/s1600/P1020113.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYI9EP4MpI/AAAAAAAAAN4/oiFRIcfP67A/s320/P1020113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514104638967132818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Note: FYI, England has 1 type of banknote, Scotland has 3 types of banknotes, and Northern Ireland has several version of banknotes as well. All of them are pound notes accepted across UK... @@@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Having an awesome house party for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYOeDmcxpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZzeuxLdkXc4/s1600/P1040665.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYOeDmcxpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZzeuxLdkXc4/s320/P1040665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514110703287191186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYMJWqS2XI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mx25W-m8VE0/s1600/P1040653.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYMJWqS2XI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mx25W-m8VE0/s320/P1040653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514108148603083122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Halloween Party in my unit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First time experiencing that taking a flight can be cheaper than bus/ferry/train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I've taken about 20 flights during my 14 months stay in Europe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visiting so many places in a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; for the first time (in UK &amp;amp; outside UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYVlOenGsI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/S65sigC5lPE/s1600/P1020365.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYVlOenGsI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/S65sigC5lPE/s320/P1020365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514118523047582402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Inverness, UK&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYVlZUoBCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/mSGZoFkDw_0/s1600/P1020897.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYVlZUoBCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/mSGZoFkDw_0/s320/P1020897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514118525958489122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stockholm, Sweden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYVlz7k5UI/AAAAAAAAAOg/lpw9sgzZRCo/s1600/P1030760.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYVlz7k5UI/AAAAAAAAAOg/lpw9sgzZRCo/s320/P1030760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514118533101184322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Paris, France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYZQh7AIEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6PbgbkGLZZo/s1600/P1040060.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYZQh7AIEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6PbgbkGLZZo/s320/P1040060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514122565536194626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lyon, France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYZRIbrAVI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Ob9Q6b1FSL0/s1600/P1040307.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYZRIbrAVI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Ob9Q6b1FSL0/s320/P1040307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514122575873769810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Monaco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYVmMV9L0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/XSjCvcB4rsA/s1600/P1040830.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYVmMV9L0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/XSjCvcB4rsA/s320/P1040830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514118539654278978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Brussels, Belgium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYVmZt6N4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/Lo7cuPJkjnw/s1600/P1050192.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYVmZt6N4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/Lo7cuPJkjnw/s320/P1050192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514118543244408706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Manchester, UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYb6rN7y-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BVo4Ci3MQX0/s1600/P1050361.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYb6rN7y-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BVo4Ci3MQX0/s320/P1050361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514125488609283042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Portsmouth, UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYb6Cfz9EI/AAAAAAAAAPI/z6ppkRTGjME/s1600/P1050594.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYb6Cfz9EI/AAAAAAAAAPI/z6ppkRTGjME/s320/P1050594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514125477678412866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;London, UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYb6wHk0tI/AAAAAAAAAPY/LpE7YHhmkQc/s1600/P1060287.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYb6wHk0tI/AAAAAAAAAPY/LpE7YHhmkQc/s320/P1060287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514125489924788946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amsterdam, Netherlands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYb7IuayyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/cnEZ2-ea_dI/s1600/P1060049.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYb7IuayyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/cnEZ2-ea_dI/s320/P1060049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514125496530160418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edinburgh, UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYet_ZCN2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/KZ97LtENS5U/s1600/P1060356.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYet_ZCN2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/KZ97LtENS5U/s320/P1060356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514128569221134178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Prague, Czech Republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYeuLgB4SI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0Vi33ExFi1c/s1600/P1060476.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYeuLgB4SI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0Vi33ExFi1c/s320/P1060476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514128572471697698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Berlin, Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYeujVvl_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/cbOuS95KA2Y/s1600/P1060631.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYeujVvl_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/cbOuS95KA2Y/s320/P1060631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514128578871007218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hamburg, Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYevN5foZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/HckBhhAzG_w/s1600/P1060808.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIYevN5foZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/HckBhhAzG_w/s320/P1060808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514128590295245202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lucerne, Switzerland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZbb02ICcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/KUtS55yWF3c/s1600/P1070019.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZbb02ICcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/KUtS55yWF3c/s320/P1070019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514195327362009538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Athens, Greece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZbcYhFpwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/BhkXmS28ONs/s1600/P1070081.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZbcYhFpwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/BhkXmS28ONs/s320/P1070081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514195336937449218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Santorini, Greece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZbcsMyBPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/RycDUcGyy0I/s1600/P1070969.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZbcsMyBPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/RycDUcGyy0I/s320/P1070969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514195342220985586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Venice, Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZbc_258vI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TWaEcZXOHQk/s1600/P1080287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZbc_258vI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TWaEcZXOHQk/s320/P1080287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514195347497939698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rome, Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZjMG4q_iI/AAAAAAAAAQo/r5tB4Uhj-rw/s1600/P1080612.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZjMG4q_iI/AAAAAAAAAQo/r5tB4Uhj-rw/s320/P1080612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514203853419642402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stirling, UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZjMrcNqdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/SGuXDtM8tdo/s1600/P1080835.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZjMrcNqdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/SGuXDtM8tdo/s320/P1080835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514203863232391634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Belfast, UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZjNHGyHTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ehFxq1b0gTE/s1600/P1080886.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZjNHGyHTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ehFxq1b0gTE/s320/P1080886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514203870658698546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dublin, Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Been to no less than 10 countries in a short year... I've only been to Japan when i was 2 years old and i remember nothing at all! I've not even been to Singapore, Thailand or Indonesia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First time to Disneyland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZmHfBjW2I/AAAAAAAAARA/QOpheNsveJY/s1600/P1030302.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZmHfBjW2I/AAAAAAAAARA/QOpheNsveJY/s320/P1030302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514207072534879074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strictly speaking, Disneyland Paris is not the first Disneyland i've been to, I've actually been to the Disneyland in Tokyo when i was 2. But i can only find memories from the photo album, so this is basically a first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First time watchin a football match live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZndEbHx5I/AAAAAAAAARI/pfX9uada0Xk/s1600/P1050283.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZndEbHx5I/AAAAAAAAARI/pfX9uada0Xk/s320/P1050283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514208542863116178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watching a live game in the Theatre of Dreams is a dream come true for a MU fan. Unfortunately, MU loss to Aston Villa in this match, it's a shame that we weren't able to witness a goal celebration from the home fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Experience four seasons for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZqkr2U1lI/AAAAAAAAARg/qK_L-AURdxQ/s1600/P1060243.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZqkr2U1lI/AAAAAAAAARg/qK_L-AURdxQ/s320/P1060243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514211972240168530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spring&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZqk488KWI/AAAAAAAAARo/mCZTKf3TkCA/s1600/P1070096.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZqk488KWI/AAAAAAAAARo/mCZTKf3TkCA/s320/P1070096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514211975757572450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZqlFZGuQI/AAAAAAAAARw/elg8JX_BL-c/s1600/P1040502.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZqlFZGuQI/AAAAAAAAARw/elg8JX_BL-c/s320/P1040502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514211979096930562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Autumn&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZpSfoKxWI/AAAAAAAAARY/sWvFWKOueHY/s1600/P1050740.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZpSfoKxWI/AAAAAAAAARY/sWvFWKOueHY/s320/P1050740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514210560210290018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Winter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Play/see/feel snow for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZpSAO6C2I/AAAAAAAAARQ/wsXChXeGja4/s1600/P1050509.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZpSAO6C2I/AAAAAAAAARQ/wsXChXeGja4/s320/P1050509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514210551782837090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZroCQnEeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lvbED9rgSoM/s1600/16977_276291125096_617550096_4902176_2936206_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIZroCQnEeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lvbED9rgSoM/s320/16977_276291125096_617550096_4902176_2936206_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514213129307230690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a lot of fun when the snow is thick enough... But i wouldn't want to live in a snowy place for like lifelong bcoz it really brings alot of problem when things were frozen n slippery....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had festives &amp;amp; celebrations away from home for the first time (Birthdays, CNY etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIdgTo6MASI/AAAAAAAAASA/HWjwZaZZFuU/s1600/P1050830.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIdgTo6MASI/AAAAAAAAASA/HWjwZaZZFuU/s320/P1050830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514482159253717282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIdh38_Le0I/AAAAAAAAASI/w4vawaLKkaI/s1600/5760_147469205096_617550096_3613544_6091075_n.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIdh38_Le0I/AAAAAAAAASI/w4vawaLKkaI/s320/5760_147469205096_617550096_3613544_6091075_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514483882630282050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CNY function with the local lecturers and students.... N my BD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went clubbing for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIdjFE5oBoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/A6FKu_cpyYg/s1600/Photo+0018.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIdjFE5oBoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/A6FKu_cpyYg/s320/Photo+0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514485207604397698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A club in Glasgow called Corinthian (i think). Well, clubs r not my type of thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watched a musical for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIei8aa9TwI/AAAAAAAAATY/xQSczEj4Fts/s1600/P1050586.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIei8aa9TwI/AAAAAAAAATY/xQSczEj4Fts/s320/P1050586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514555427506704130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watched Wicked, one of the West End Musicals in London... Straight away, i fell in love with musicals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acted in a movie (or rather a homemade video) for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIeqBA2qv1I/AAAAAAAAATo/uVh8pYfndAo/s1600/Lamiya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIeqBA2qv1I/AAAAAAAAATo/uVh8pYfndAo/s320/Lamiya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514563203124346706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, this is me... I know i look stupid here, I'm acting as a demon called Lamiya... lol, fun times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got drunk for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIdjFpY4QXI/AAAAAAAAASY/j9DWYIThS5E/s1600/18377_322524770096_617550096_5148689_7417016_n.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIdjFpY4QXI/AAAAAAAAASY/j9DWYIThS5E/s320/18377_322524770096_617550096_5148689_7417016_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514485217399161202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is taken during Giri's belated BD celebration. Yes, i look damn happy here, bcoz i'll get very happy and talkative when i got drunk. This is the only time i got really drunk-drunk, puked n then went to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate space cake for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIdkMii7igI/AAAAAAAAASg/Q-tpfwsAAqk/s1600/29883_447017405096_617550096_6010943_3949547_n.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIdkMii7igI/AAAAAAAAASg/Q-tpfwsAAqk/s320/29883_447017405096_617550096_6010943_3949547_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514486435332983298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those who doesn't know what is a space cake, it is a cake made with weed/marijuana/cannabis. Yup, where can u get weed legally? The Netherlands of course. What is so special about this colorful cake? It's not about the taste, nor it is about the color, it's about the effect. It makes ppl feel happy, n my my, laugh becomes contagious after eatin this small piece of cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Travelled alone for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIdvITlwqII/AAAAAAAAASo/ObfSmGjQRj0/s1600/P1080847.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIdvITlwqII/AAAAAAAAASo/ObfSmGjQRj0/s320/P1080847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514498457226750082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIdvIvHDYTI/AAAAAAAAASw/wsGXqwVnGr4/s1600/P1080981.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIdvIvHDYTI/AAAAAAAAASw/wsGXqwVnGr4/s320/P1080981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514498464614146354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always wanted to try backpacking alone, so after most of my friends have left Glasgow, i decided to try backpacking alone in Ireland. Although everything have gone smoothly, i found that i still prefer to have company while travelling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bought something online for the first time (ebay/amazon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIefEWxNJPI/AAAAAAAAAS4/oI8JKJRoNaw/s1600/P1090010.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIefEWxNJPI/AAAAAAAAAS4/oI8JKJRoNaw/s320/P1090010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514551165918717170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mainly buy books and stamps from amazon and ebay... Occasionally some gadgets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Earned some cash/cash vouchers online for real for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIefE2KV1rI/AAAAAAAAATA/wtvjOIIyTow/s1600/P1060346.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIefE2KV1rI/AAAAAAAAATA/wtvjOIIyTow/s320/P1060346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514551174345643698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIefFmbMi3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/nU2_AFFDHPo/s1600/P1060677.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIefFmbMi3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/nU2_AFFDHPo/s320/P1060677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514551187301239666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIefFGjWH-I/AAAAAAAAATI/D-bv0GFq958/s1600/P1060678.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIefFGjWH-I/AAAAAAAAATI/D-bv0GFq958/s320/P1060678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514551178745487330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are real cheques and cash vouchers I've earned online.. I'd earned the cheques by playing on an online auction site www.bidsaving.com, whereas the vouchers were redeemed from points accumulated through doing surveys online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have left out some first times for my stay in Europe, nonetheless, all of these first times have made my 14 months in Glasgow (Europe) a very memorable and exciting one! I'll miss Glasgow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-1805023754349559850?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1805023754349559850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/1805023754349559850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/1805023754349559850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-times.html' title='First Times'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TIX9D_Ovp8I/AAAAAAAAANg/J0eDRq68VPY/s72-c/P1010998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-9030357540124704256</id><published>2010-09-02T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T01:10:51.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop</title><content type='html'>Since I'm so free now,&lt;br /&gt;as requested (or nagged) by my gf,&lt;br /&gt;I've started to try n learn a bit of simple photoshopping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art to enhance ordinary or dull photos....&lt;br /&gt;My very first few attempts, trying to add bit of lomo feel to photos...&lt;br /&gt;It might not b good, but im still learning&lt;br /&gt;so gv me some time to improve ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sample 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH6AeP8fGnI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8iS6FP9AGhU/s1600/P1080610.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH6AeP8fGnI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8iS6FP9AGhU/s320/P1080610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511984251112725106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Original Photo&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH6Ad9z1csI/AAAAAAAAANI/ikHgULS_l1Y/s1600/P1080610a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH6Ad9z1csI/AAAAAAAAANI/ikHgULS_l1Y/s320/P1080610a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511984246244602562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photoshopped Product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sample 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH5_M9cwOGI/AAAAAAAAANA/dBdZiWyL8yo/s1600/P1070333.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH5_M9cwOGI/AAAAAAAAANA/dBdZiWyL8yo/s320/P1070333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511982854578387042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Original&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH5_MaItX1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Qe9tQFumEl8/s1600/P1070333a.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH5_MaItX1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Qe9tQFumEl8/s320/P1070333a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511982845099073362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photoshopped 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH5_MK4BqoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/5kYTQJ6w8WM/s1600/P1070333b.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH5_MK4BqoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/5kYTQJ6w8WM/s320/P1070333b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511982841002568322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photoshopped 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sample 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH5-LCb-htI/AAAAAAAAAMI/kP9oxDiI9JY/s1600/P1080116.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH5-LCb-htI/AAAAAAAAAMI/kP9oxDiI9JY/s320/P1080116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511981722045941458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Original&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH5-NHbbI3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/zIaL2cjKsXc/s1600/P1080116d.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH5-NHbbI3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/zIaL2cjKsXc/s320/P1080116d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511981757745537906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photoshopped 1&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH5-MS9sGDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0dnMS8Lzpzo/s1600/P1080116c.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH5-MS9sGDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0dnMS8Lzpzo/s320/P1080116c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511981743662176306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photoshopped 2&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH5-L1b5aRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/lDlEbD7Vm9M/s1600/P1080116b.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH5-L1b5aRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/lDlEbD7Vm9M/s320/P1080116b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511981735735814418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photoshopped 3&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH5-LdkuQ7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TdKtCX-mo5M/s1600/P1080116a.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH5-LdkuQ7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TdKtCX-mo5M/s320/P1080116a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511981729330381746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photoshopped 4&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/3070370358511014263-9030357540124704256?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9030357540124704256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/photoshop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/9030357540124704256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/9030357540124704256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/photoshop.html' title='Photoshop'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TH6AeP8fGnI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8iS6FP9AGhU/s72-c/P1080610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-480113683169406967</id><published>2010-08-24T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T00:22:56.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Like a lot of my batchmates,&lt;br /&gt;When we came back to Msia, the first impression was: nothing much has changed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 1 year is not that long after all...&lt;br /&gt;I don feel unfamiliar with the town, my house, my room...&lt;br /&gt;Everything is still the same, like I've never left this place...&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are a few new flyovers n roads in Sban,&lt;br /&gt;But the Siew Pao town is still producing good Siew Paos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting use to the weather n insects here is not something difficult too,&lt;br /&gt;since i've been living here for the past 20 over years...&lt;br /&gt;But the weather in Glasgow is still something to be missed....&lt;br /&gt;Unless u do some intense exercise in the gym or the day is extremely sunny,&lt;br /&gt;u don get sweaty n sticky there....&lt;br /&gt;Here? Without aircond, u'll b soaked in sweat within minutes in a hot afternoon or evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No irritating insects in Glasgow (except midgets in the wild, n rarely flies), like mosquitos n cockroaches...&lt;br /&gt;You can always have peace in your room, toilet and kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysians always label themselves as 'friendly people',&lt;br /&gt;Is it still applicable now? i find most Scottish friendly as well,&lt;br /&gt;with the political chaos, religious and racial problems tensing the country,&lt;br /&gt;are we still as harmonious n friendly as we were?&lt;br /&gt;I am more afraid to walk alone in the night here than in Glasgow,&lt;br /&gt;i feel more insecure walking with my laptop bag, handphone in hand here than in Glasgow...&lt;br /&gt;1 Malaysia is not going to come true if some idiots don stop bullshiting in the public...&lt;br /&gt;n instead try to use their brain to tackle more important things like crime, transportation system, education system, telecommunication technology etc.&lt;br /&gt;Streamyx sucks btw! N so is KTM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speakin of KTM, i like the idea of a ladies' coach. But i c quite some guys in the ladies' coach the other day... zzz.... U dah potong ke? Atau u tak tau baca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest thing to be back in Msia is that you r welcomed by loads of good food...&lt;br /&gt;U have shops that open till 10pm, u hv food stalls which open 24 hours...&lt;br /&gt;This is heaven is someway.... This cannot be matched anyhow by Glasgow or any European cities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make Malaysia a true paradise, there is a long way to go...&lt;br /&gt;when u had the chance to live in a truly developed country,&lt;br /&gt;U will noe wat r the differences between developed and developing countries....&lt;br /&gt;the key thing is the mentality....&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia may have one of the world's best airport, one of the greatest twin towers,&lt;br /&gt;tht doesnt make us a developed country...&lt;br /&gt;simply having the best facilities is far from enough.. too superficial i would say..&lt;br /&gt;civilize ppl don fight for food or free gifts in a function,&lt;br /&gt;civilize ppl don abuse others for no reason, etc...&lt;br /&gt;(add on when i can think of others)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-480113683169406967?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/480113683169406967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-in-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/480113683169406967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/480113683169406967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-in-malaysia.html' title='Back in Malaysia'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-658698369572125225</id><published>2010-07-11T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:01:12.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dear</title><content type='html'>The moment u left, i tried to hold my tears...&lt;br /&gt;It was juz too hard to c u leave, n we can only meet ag after a month...&lt;br /&gt;I know i have not given u a perfect holiday, there were issues here and there all the way,&lt;br /&gt;not an ideal holiday i know.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm really happy that u came and i really had a wonderful time with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i felt all alone ag.&lt;br /&gt;I know i have disappointed alot of ppl,&lt;br /&gt;n now i hv to pay for the consequences of failure.&lt;br /&gt;it never should hv ended this way,&lt;br /&gt;but not everything ends with a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;Now i understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's not the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;n i tried to be positive always,&lt;br /&gt;still i feel bad sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing is to keep u waiting for longer...&lt;br /&gt;i know u hv suffered,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm very sorry that i couldn't b at ur side sooner,&lt;br /&gt;but i'll b bck very soon to your side,&lt;br /&gt;n hopefully, no more long distance waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that u were here dear, eventhough only for a short week&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss u dearly, and i'll b bck as soon as i can&lt;br /&gt;i promise...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-658698369572125225?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/658698369572125225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-my-dear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/658698369572125225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/658698369572125225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-my-dear.html' title='To my dear'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-3221282652047877864</id><published>2010-07-02T07:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T08:49:59.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty things</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, shit happens...&lt;br /&gt;When it did happens, the most important thing is to keep an optimistic view...&lt;br /&gt;Well it may be shitty today, but tml will b better.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what i tell myself when shitty things happened.&lt;br /&gt;It feels bad at some moments, but you'll get through it somehow, and it doesn't seem that shitty after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things can't go according to your way every time,&lt;br /&gt;you know, things get out of control sometimes, and u can't possibly control everything in everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be positive! everything will go into place eventually&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-3221282652047877864?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3221282652047877864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/07/shitty-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/3221282652047877864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/3221282652047877864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/07/shitty-things.html' title='Shitty things'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-7744835341089115985</id><published>2010-05-29T16:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T18:59:10.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berlin - A Lesson of History</title><content type='html'>What do you know about Germany? About Berlin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Berlin few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, i knew almost nothing about this country and this city prior to the visit,&lt;br /&gt;other than the Berlin wall, their involvement in both World Wars, Adolf Hitler, Nazi, division of Germany into two blocks, cold war, and of course their advancement in the automobile technology...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germans were known for their punctuality, efficiency and no-nonsense principles.&lt;br /&gt;They love beer, and they are rather rough or rude...&lt;br /&gt;Of course, these beliefs are not entirely true, and it's not fair to stereotype all Germans as such.&lt;br /&gt;What i did find impressing about the Germans is their ability to bounce back from the setback of the two World Wars and the split of Germany into two blocks...&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, the courage to admit their wrongdoing during the war time, and did what ever they can to ease the pain of those who suffered during the war...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major cities in Germany, suffered heavy bombings during WWII; and Berlin, the capital of Germany, was extensively damaged particularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADaRmmV7BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3ehlnKjVrZo/s1600/P1060452.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADaRmmV7BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3ehlnKjVrZo/s320/P1060452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476617142836522002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lot of buildings that we see in Berlin, were built or rebuilt after the war. Imagine how much time and money wasted to raise this city back from ashes and ruins.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the 'brilliant' mind of a psycho - Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;He was in fact, happy to see Berlin destroyed by the fire of war, because he didn't like this city.&lt;br /&gt;and he decided to build another new city to replace Berlin as the capital city.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he did not succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was only 1 of the crazy thoughts of Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;His most infamous ideology is of course the Nationalsozialismus, or Nazism.&lt;br /&gt;He believed that the pure blooded Aryan people (Germans) are supreme against other races and Germany should only represents the pure German people.&lt;br /&gt;This leads to the establishment of Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp, located north of Berlin, a prison to torture and murder political opponents, antisocial elements (eg. homosexuals), prisoners of war (PoW) and most notably Jews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a depressing experience to walk on the paths where these innocent souls were tortured and murdered, because of some insane fantasies and beliefs of the Nazis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADhf03KeKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ExLAPYNXUpE/s1600/P1060532.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADhf03KeKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ExLAPYNXUpE/s320/P1060532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476625083764734114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Plan of the concentration camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADhgDP0AcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/suf9paMLpgc/s1600/P1060536.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADhgDP0AcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/suf9paMLpgc/s320/P1060536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476625087626215874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                    Main gate into the camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADhgaf9qWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZPY--_1XsZ4/s1600/P1060538.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADhgaf9qWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZPY--_1XsZ4/s320/P1060538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476625093867972962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The phrase 'Arbeit Macht Frei' which means 'Work makes you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; on the gate where prisoners marched in and out to work knowing that they will never be freed. How ironic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADhggi6VaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5PE7yRfnQjA/s1600/P1060541.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADhggi6VaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5PE7yRfnQjA/s320/P1060541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476625095490950562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Neutral Zone, or 'Death Strap', where the prisoners can be shot without warning if they trespass this area, approaching the camp's wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADhhMvdYgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/OfP8OwEOng4/s1600/P1060554.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADhhMvdYgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/OfP8OwEOng4/s320/P1060554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476625107354739202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADk_MXvTBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2_PcE2Lx2_8/s1600/P1060556.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADk_MXvTBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2_PcE2Lx2_8/s320/P1060556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476628921186208786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADk_XU5DyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/R2TUMLj56eE/s1600/P1060546.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADk_XU5DyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/R2TUMLj56eE/s320/P1060546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476628924127055650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADk_pYPhdI/AAAAAAAAALA/ybonqdasljU/s1600/P1060547.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADk_pYPhdI/AAAAAAAAALA/ybonqdasljU/s320/P1060547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476628928972948946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADk_1yJo7I/AAAAAAAAALI/Ynq4nW19C94/s1600/P1060548.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADk_1yJo7I/AAAAAAAAALI/Ynq4nW19C94/s320/P1060548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476628932302840754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Jewish Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADlAKrD3HI/AAAAAAAAALQ/esQcaP2SEx8/s1600/P1060551.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADlAKrD3HI/AAAAAAAAALQ/esQcaP2SEx8/s320/P1060551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476628937910246514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADl2WX7wzI/AAAAAAAAALY/V5qnIYLAEdM/s1600/P1060564.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADl2WX7wzI/AAAAAAAAALY/V5qnIYLAEdM/s320/P1060564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476629868764185394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prisoners were executed here, shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADl24X_1sI/AAAAAAAAALo/7-l_1cUko6M/s1600/P1060567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADl24X_1sI/AAAAAAAAALo/7-l_1cUko6M/s320/P1060567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476629877891258050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The infamous gas chamber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADl3GfwTKI/AAAAAAAAALw/rPTpuzLtiz4/s1600/P1060569.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADl3GfwTKI/AAAAAAAAALw/rPTpuzLtiz4/s320/P1060569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476629881681890466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soviet soldiers  were executed here, in this what it used to be, a fake clinic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADl3a4O2fI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jaV1Ir5OXc8/s1600/P1060570.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADl3a4O2fI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jaV1Ir5OXc8/s320/P1060570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476629887153265138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bodies were cremated immediately after execution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADl2qFbhqI/AAAAAAAAALg/DHPXlVhY8NY/s1600/P1060574.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADl2qFbhqI/AAAAAAAAALg/DHPXlVhY8NY/s320/P1060574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476629874055284386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bodies with valuables, like gold tooth were brought down here, to the pathology lab to have their valuables removed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I felt kinda upset to realise that, what humans are capable of to harm one another. It's like a butcher slaugthering a goat or a cow, but worse, beacause the killing is not for survival (for the meat in the butcher's case) it's just for fun or for some crazy reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can deny the rights of survival of another living soul? Who can claim that they are more superior than the others? Disaster will surely follow when power is entrusted to the wrong hands... But when people are living in devastation, in desperate measures,  they'll grab anything that can offer them hope, and Nazi, offered them hope at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is important now is that, people learn from the history, and avoid repeating the same mistakes that our predecessors have done. Now more people have chances to receive education, and the advancement of technology have allowed the expansion of imagination and vision, therefore, open your eyes and use your brain to decide the leadership that we need to lead our country towards advancement, and not further downfall. A leader with ability not only to bring us up, but also bring us together, unite us as a nation, to bring peace between races and religions. No more Malay, Chinese, Indians, and any races, no more disputes between Muslims and Christians, only Malaysian, a truly 1 Malaysia. And by saying 1 Malaysia, there should be no boundaries and differences between the democratic rights and status of all citizens of Malaysia, which is the ultimate meaning of '1'.  May peace be with all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/RYSeow/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.motherearth.org/nowar/resources/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 345px;" src="http://www.motherearth.org/nowar/resources/logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-7744835341089115985?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7744835341089115985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/berlin-lesson-of-history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/7744835341089115985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/7744835341089115985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/berlin-lesson-of-history.html' title='Berlin - A Lesson of History'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/TADaRmmV7BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3ehlnKjVrZo/s72-c/P1060452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-2909512466005841100</id><published>2010-05-18T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:28:02.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Every time the Orange advertisement was shown, it made me missed Chopin's Nocturne in E flat major... They played the music in the ad...&lt;br /&gt;I find this piece of music nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been one whole year since i touched a piano...&lt;br /&gt;The truth is i am never a big big fan of classical music,&lt;br /&gt;although some pieces are really nice, and classy haha...&lt;br /&gt;and i never manage to play piano impressive enough to make me proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm juz not talented in that. N mayb i'm not hardworking enough as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried practicing Chopin's Nocturne sometimes ago,&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't think i have done a good job...&lt;br /&gt;i could barely play the whole piece without mistakes..&lt;br /&gt;when i am focusing on the notes, i'll miss out the expressions,&lt;br /&gt;when i am trying to understand the piece, i miss-hit the notes...&lt;br /&gt;sorry Chopin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i feel sorry for my dear...&lt;br /&gt;she had been asking me to play some songs for her for the past few yrs...&lt;br /&gt;i never managed to do it well....&lt;br /&gt;i either fucked up, or had some reasons not playing it...&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i really feel nervous when she is looking when i'm playing, or when someone else is looking...&lt;br /&gt;my standard is not high already, then when i get nervous it will b more sub sub standard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs..&lt;br /&gt;mayb i was too young when i learnt piano,&lt;br /&gt;i don't really understand everything tht was taught to me,&lt;br /&gt;i've forgotten most of the theories stuff (which can be very useful when i wanna compose a song or watever)&lt;br /&gt;i would hv appreciate the lessons more if i hv the lessons now...&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, those stuff can b boring at times...&lt;br /&gt;repeatedly playin the same piece of music everyday for a whole yr (well i muz confess tht i don't practice every day) is mentally torturing...&lt;br /&gt;Not all the pieces are nice, some juz doesn't connect..&lt;br /&gt;if u don't understand the piece, u won't play it right...&lt;br /&gt;n practice makes perfect...&lt;br /&gt;n all the scales, sight reading (i suck at this), oral tests (even suckier)...&lt;br /&gt;it would be fun if i hv perfect pitch n photogenic memory...&lt;br /&gt;but i don't, so kinda struggled for these things (although i'm not the worst)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm very grateful tht my parents sent me for music classes...&lt;br /&gt;at least i noe 1 more thing, 1 beautiful thing...&lt;br /&gt;it is nice to know to play a piano, a way to express yourself with music...&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-2909512466005841100?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2909512466005841100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/2909512466005841100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/2909512466005841100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-6722908855867818188</id><published>2010-04-25T07:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T09:22:23.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accept and Equal</title><content type='html'>I've juz read a blog post on kennysia.com, just some joke he found and posted to share with his readers.&lt;br /&gt;The joke relates some of the major religions in the world with 'shit'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it doesn't sound right, nor does it sound funny.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i don't really find this joke funny or amusing, but what the hell, it is just a joke, meant for ppl who find this joke funny and have a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd line of the list of religions was censored though.&lt;br /&gt;Let's c... Buddhism was there, Taoism was there, Hinduism was there, Catholicism was there...&lt;br /&gt;What went missing? Pandai-pandai lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some major battle started in the comments part....&lt;br /&gt;Some ppl said that he is being insensitive, ignorant;&lt;br /&gt;but some supported him n said it was juz meant for a laugh etc...&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, WHAT THE F**K??!&lt;br /&gt;A battle started bcoz of a joke? (kinda lousy joke though)&lt;br /&gt;Get a life ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, there can never be any absolute right or wrong in religions...&lt;br /&gt;The religion was passed down by some great wise man or prophets or priests or monks or whoever from the past...&lt;br /&gt;Some things are written in a book, a scroll or any form of a physical object,&lt;br /&gt;some are passed through words of mouth..&lt;br /&gt;In the past few thousand years, the information that has reached us may have been modified for countless time deliberately or unintentionally. No one can be sure.&lt;br /&gt;The things they have written in the past may not be suitable to apply in today's society anymore..&lt;br /&gt;The things they have written might have been interpreted in different ways by different ppl...&lt;br /&gt;Some local culture might have been blended into the religion etc..&lt;br /&gt;(The list above is not exhaustive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these factors have contributed to the creation of a diversified world (of religions) today...&lt;br /&gt;Neither Christianity or Islam or Buddhism are universal around the world,&lt;br /&gt;all of them have their own religious denominations which somehow differ in some of their practices or beliefs....&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so? Probably because men don't have enough wisdom to understand the messages that God(s) wanted to convey....&lt;br /&gt;So, men interpreted the words of God(s) according to what they believe is right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a religious person and i probably still have a lot to learn about the major religions all around the world, and you probably think that i have no right or wisdom to judge any of the religions. You are right, I'm not here to judge, I'm just expressing my feeling towards some of the religious issues which i think is absolutely nonsensical and ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on, no body can claim that their religion is superior to other religions; who are you to make that proclaimation? Who are you to judge? You and I are both men, just human, you are not God, and you don't do things in the name of God without confirmation that this is God's will. And who are you to forcefully put your beliefs on other non-believers? You don't like to eat broccoli doesn't mean that other ppl can't eat broccoli... I hate ppl who tried to take advantage on God's name to take matters in their own hands. If there is a hell, these ppl will burn in hell. Religions are supposed to make ppl better, conforming to the standards set by God Himself...&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think something is wrong when a religion is used to provoke ppl to kill others and to spread hatred... What happened to love and peace? What happened to tolerance and harmony?&lt;br /&gt;Does skin colour really matters? Does difference in beliefs really matters? Why can't we accept another person with soul like us, only with different thoughts? Sighs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably think too much, no one has ever solve the problem the existance of constant disputes among mankind, n i doubt it can be solved in anyway. It's juz in our blood, our primitive instinct: to differentiate, eliminate threats and dominate. I don't like that, we are all human, y differentiate each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what i really hope to c is Malaysia as a better place to live where ppl can accept each other's difference, not juz TOLERATE, but ACCEPT the differences between the population. Well it's already a fact that God made u a Malay, God made u a Chinese, God made u an Indian, we hv different skin colour, and different religion. But so what? Aren't u a Malaysian? We live on the same piece of land and drink the same source of water, eat the same kind of rice... What makes us so different then? The moral of the story is: It doesn't matter what race you are, we are all Malaysians. As Malaysians, we should all be treated as Malaysians, and we should all contribute equally to the advancement of our country. The keywords are ACCEPT and EQUAL. Sounds simple, but look at Malaysia now... Sighs... Can my generation make a difference in the future? Can we break the barriers and make Malaysia a better place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-6722908855867818188?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6722908855867818188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/accept-and-equal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/6722908855867818188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/6722908855867818188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/accept-and-equal.html' title='Accept and Equal'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-3711271104347956204</id><published>2010-03-30T09:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T06:08:19.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow during spring?</title><content type='html'>When you hear birds chirping and you see flowers blooming, u know spring is here...&lt;br /&gt;It is a wonderful experience to have tasted the seasonal changes here in UK.&lt;br /&gt;The changes of climate in Glasgow is considered mild compared to some other places in UK itself and some countries with 4 seasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasgow never gets too hot, n it wouldn't get too cold as well...&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing is that the wind is always strong n icy, n the sky is covered with dark clouds most of the time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter had long gone, and i thought i would not c snow again...&lt;br /&gt;but who would have guessed, snow in March!&lt;br /&gt;It's spring already and today had been a cold day n it snowed for the whole evening!&lt;br /&gt;The place is covered with snow again...&lt;br /&gt;It would b a perfect playground if more snow falls tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;1 whole day of snow! Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's wrong with the weather here? It's spring d!&lt;br /&gt;Global warming? No idea..&lt;br /&gt;Juz wanna enjoy the short snow tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-3711271104347956204?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3711271104347956204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/snow-during-sprin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/3711271104347956204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/3711271104347956204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/snow-during-sprin.html' title='Snow during spring?'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-8389876337510114733</id><published>2010-03-21T06:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T06:30:19.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullet-Proof Monk</title><content type='html'>After keeping my hair for months (no particular reason, just lazy to go and cut n don wanna cut my hair so fast),&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go for a hair cut 3 days ago,&lt;br /&gt;at a barber shop down High Street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've asked for a 'short and spiky' hairstyle,&lt;br /&gt;the next thing i knew, is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/S6VLMdjlh-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/XEw_gUpZags/s1600-h/P1060019.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/S6VLMdjlh-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/XEw_gUpZags/s320/P1060019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450845601466255330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/S6VLMi357SI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cudvR4se6sE/s1600-h/P1060024.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/S6VLMi357SI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cudvR4se6sE/s320/P1060024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450845602893655330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, my hsemates laughed and laughed non stop when they 1st saw me...&lt;br /&gt;They said i look like Chow Yun Fatt, in the 'Bullet-Proof Monk'.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i look like a monk, a prisoner, a People's Liberation Army, and a retard...&lt;br /&gt;sighs... so, this is how i define a Scottish 'short and spiky' hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/S6VMLTFdXGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Et0AiaJx6Tw/s1600-h/bulletproof_monk+copy.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/S6VMLTFdXGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Et0AiaJx6Tw/s320/bulletproof_monk+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450846680987294818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/S6VMLoToQoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IJ_dF6iUqNY/s1600-h/bullet-proof-monk+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/S6VMLoToQoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IJ_dF6iUqNY/s320/bullet-proof-monk+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450846686683873922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my badly photoshoped Bullet-Proof Monk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-8389876337510114733?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8389876337510114733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/bullet-proof-monk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/8389876337510114733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/8389876337510114733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/bullet-proof-monk.html' title='Bullet-Proof Monk'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/S6VLMdjlh-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/XEw_gUpZags/s72-c/P1060019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-4609651328660500534</id><published>2010-03-14T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:20:17.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats</title><content type='html'>Congratulations on your graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, although im not there for your convo,&lt;br /&gt;i hope everything goes smooth today,&lt;br /&gt;N hope u had a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-4609651328660500534?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4609651328660500534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/congrats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/4609651328660500534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/4609651328660500534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/congrats.html' title='Congrats'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-6219435390757963804</id><published>2010-02-17T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:58:01.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today is our 3rd anniversary...&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm sure glad that these 3 years have been wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;No dramas, no conflicts.. (well no major conflicts at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N the best thing is that we still love each other,&lt;br /&gt;n remain faithful to each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this era, love to some ppl is nothing more than a penny...&lt;br /&gt;It can be easily displaced by other materialistic stuff;&lt;br /&gt;N some ppl do not know how to separate love and sex..&lt;br /&gt;sex is not equal to love and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful that i found a person better than i've ever imagined&lt;br /&gt;It's not tht she's perfect, without any flaws,&lt;br /&gt;it's juz tht i felt tht she's the right person for me,&lt;br /&gt;some1 who suits me, some1 who understands me n noes wat i wan...&lt;br /&gt;n i like all the things about her,&lt;br /&gt;even her silly thoughts n laziness hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hv a feeling that the 3rd year that we've been together is only a beginning,&lt;br /&gt;we still hv a very long way to go 10 yrs, 20 yrs n so on...&lt;br /&gt;although forever n ever sounds like a fairytale today,&lt;br /&gt;but fingers crossed, i hope to be with her forever n ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 3rd ANNIVERSARY my dear....&lt;br /&gt;Love you, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/S3wR-nKfxMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KCYXIxkNXwM/s1600-h/05032008753.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/S3wR-nKfxMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KCYXIxkNXwM/s320/05032008753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439242217319285954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-6219435390757963804?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6219435390757963804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/3rd-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/6219435390757963804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/6219435390757963804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/3rd-anniversary.html' title='3rd Anniversary'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/S3wR-nKfxMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KCYXIxkNXwM/s72-c/05032008753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-2450998503113093836</id><published>2010-02-13T09:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:21:50.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney cartoons</title><content type='html'>The ad for Disney's cartoon Mulan showing on TV this coming Sunday reminds me of all the splendid cartoons produced by Disney....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, i searched and listened to the theme song of some of my favourite cartoons in youtube...&lt;br /&gt;What good songs they are...&lt;br /&gt;What good old memories with these cartoons....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that Lion King was the 1st movie i've watched in the cinema...&lt;br /&gt;The cinema was long gone, but the story is still as good as it was to me when i was 8...&lt;br /&gt;Since then i've watched the cartoons over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;still they are good, and never failed to entertain me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember when was the last time i watched these cartoons,&lt;br /&gt;but i sure wanna watch them again when i'm free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/S3YHGiX4MjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8nc53jFohb0/s1600-h/The-Little-Mermaid--C10053914.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/S3YHGiX4MjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8nc53jFohb0/s320/The-Little-Mermaid--C10053914.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437541408984019506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/RYSeow/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://uweb.und.nodak.edu/%7Enatika.baker/Beauty%20Beast%20Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 298px;" src="http://uweb.und.nodak.edu/%7Enatika.baker/Beauty%20Beast%20Cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wecollect2.com/images/Aladdin-Dis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 318px;" src="http://www.wecollect2.com/images/Aladdin-Dis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://edukacija.net84.net/Crtani%20Filmovi/The%20Lion%20King%20%281994%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 269px;" src="http://edukacija.net84.net/Crtani%20Filmovi/The%20Lion%20King%20%281994%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.serieonline.net/imagenes/pelis/pocahontas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 297px;" src="http://www.serieonline.net/imagenes/pelis/pocahontas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://inspirationoflyric.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/hercules_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 241px;" src="http://inspirationoflyric.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/hercules_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.teamtbb.com/jocelynwong/files/2009/05/mulan_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 309px;" src="http://blogs.teamtbb.com/jocelynwong/files/2009/05/mulan_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.floridaskater.com/tarzan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 305px;" src="http://www.floridaskater.com/tarzan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is not the whole list of Disney cartoons, juz the cartoons that i like. After turning course to produce 3D animations for so long, Disney is finally back with their new cartoon, Princess and the Frog. Although it's a cartoon, although it's target audience are children, although i'm goin to be 24, i don't mind watchin it, for i still have a pure heart of childishness ha! Well it better be nice though, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stationcinema.com/images/poster/the-princess-and-the-frog-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 330px;" src="http://www.stationcinema.com/images/poster/the-princess-and-the-frog-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never knew cartoons will be the motivation for me to write a blog.. My Paris trip post had been suspended indefinitely in the draft box due to my laziness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's all for now... The ladies send their regards to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/S3YLkrL0LKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ewM_onvC9eE/s1600-h/disney_princesses-12694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/S3YLkrL0LKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ewM_onvC9eE/s320/disney_princesses-12694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437546324791930018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-2450998503113093836?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2450998503113093836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/disney-cartoons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/2450998503113093836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/2450998503113093836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/disney-cartoons.html' title='Disney cartoons'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/S3YHGiX4MjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8nc53jFohb0/s72-c/The-Little-Mermaid--C10053914.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-8927741123826736956</id><published>2010-01-24T08:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T09:11:04.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to you</title><content type='html'>I feel quite bad, coz I'm not there with you during this hard time...&lt;br /&gt;When u truly need some1 to be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I feel very proud of u....&lt;br /&gt;U manage to get offers from most companies that u applied for,&lt;br /&gt;U manage to go for interviews by urself,&lt;br /&gt;U manage to find a job that u desire with your own might,&lt;br /&gt;U go around that area alone to find a place to stay,&lt;br /&gt;U travel around alone to find the route to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say,&lt;br /&gt;U've done all this by urself without me being there...&lt;br /&gt;well i've always knew that u r a capable girl,&lt;br /&gt;still, i feel very impressed with u my dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now u need to b a strong girl,&lt;br /&gt;wait for me, when i'm bck, very soon,&lt;br /&gt;i'll give u watever u've missed for the past whole year...&lt;br /&gt;i'll pamper u like a princess ok?&lt;br /&gt;PROMISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you always... muakz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-8927741123826736956?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8927741123826736956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/dedicated-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/8927741123826736956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/8927741123826736956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/dedicated-to-you.html' title='Dedicated to you'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-6430585026439896626</id><published>2009-11-28T04:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T04:39:25.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swearing post</title><content type='html'>OK, i dedicate this post to my dear Sin May...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck KTM services...&lt;br /&gt;Whoever that is responsible for the maintenance &amp;amp; upgrading of the train company...&lt;br /&gt;Whoever that is suppose to provide fund n resources to improve our sucky public transport...&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about people like us?&lt;br /&gt;They got driver to drive them to work, they don't need to squeeze in the train,&lt;br /&gt;they got more important things to worry about than trying to improve ppl's live.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the company who sold Sin May her laptop...&lt;br /&gt;What sucky after sales service are u providing to your customers?&lt;br /&gt;U sell the laptop then pat your butt n chiao...&lt;br /&gt;Comp got prob, u'll ask the girl to go alone to Shah Alam to find the manufacturer herself&lt;br /&gt;U suck! with that kind of service your company will go bankrupt soon!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you and your lousy sucky businessman attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. unhappy things happen all the time,&lt;br /&gt;it's good to find a way to release stress..&lt;br /&gt;Dear, does this reduce your stress even for a wee bit?&lt;br /&gt;:) cheer dear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-6430585026439896626?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6430585026439896626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/swearing-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/6430585026439896626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/6430585026439896626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/swearing-post.html' title='Swearing post'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-4340882559618290960</id><published>2009-11-24T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:10:52.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my dearest one....</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to u my dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SwrQFXHyMMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cwyG40LCb2w/s1600/23rd+birthday+cake.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SwrQFXHyMMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cwyG40LCb2w/s320/23rd+birthday+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407363093136289986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol I know the cake doesn't look nice, but hey it's Simpsons! It's 23! (spider pig, spider pig...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses for you... Muakz!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that i am not there for u on your birthday, (and everyday for one whole year)&lt;br /&gt;No one to eat the whole cake together with you using a table spoon ..&lt;br /&gt;No one to cook u a meal or belanja u a nice meal (mayb got lar)&lt;br /&gt;But hey, don worry, present will still b there...&lt;br /&gt;Although it will reach u later, n u might not even like it,&lt;br /&gt;but i swear i tried my best to find 1 tht i think u might hv some possibility of accepting it...&lt;br /&gt;(shopping is killing me!)&lt;br /&gt;So, of course i really hope u will like it and will use it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing that we r still together after almost 3 years,&lt;br /&gt;n that i still love you very much,&lt;br /&gt;n i still feel happy to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;happy by juz listening to your voice :)&lt;br /&gt;Long distance is never easy,&lt;br /&gt;1 year seem to be short, but at this age,&lt;br /&gt;there r alot of uncertainties (starting a career, plans 4 the future, etc) and also distractions (better guys/gals around,   money factors, loneliness) from the surroundings, some slight changes might affect everything...&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that after 5 months, everything seem pretty normal to me,&lt;br /&gt;so well done to both of us, for the commitment we hv shown to our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;(tee hee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, i hope u hv an enjoyable day with your friends,&lt;br /&gt;n i hope some ppl will belanja u makan,&lt;br /&gt;n perhaps oso sing k or a movie! haha...&lt;br /&gt;muakz! with lots of love and passion,&lt;br /&gt;Many kisses to the birthday girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://collect-images.appspot.com/images/kisses/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 325px;" src="http://collect-images.appspot.com/images/kisses/kiss.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again Happy Birthday my dear,&lt;br /&gt;wish u healthy &amp;amp; pretty always,&lt;br /&gt;n all well in the year ahead of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/RYSeow/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.soaring.demon.co.uk/images/camera/23rd%20birthday%20cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-4340882559618290960?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4340882559618290960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-my-dearest-one.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/4340882559618290960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/4340882559618290960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-my-dearest-one.html' title='Happy Birthday to my dearest one....'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SwrQFXHyMMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cwyG40LCb2w/s72-c/23rd+birthday+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-1888613812745246385</id><published>2009-11-09T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:01:44.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Midnite tends to make me abit more emotional...&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Janice Vidal's "In Love Again".&lt;br /&gt;Always love her songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a crazy belated Halloween nite...&lt;br /&gt;Well, mayb not tht crazy, but drank some alcohol n played some crazy games n stuff...&lt;br /&gt;Had some fun, n din't get myself drunk which is a good thing...&lt;br /&gt;Lol, future pharmacists &amp;amp; doctors, + 1 architect, binging alcohol, we studied about bad things about alcohol binging, n here we r, doin all the bad things.. haha how ironic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of alcohol makes ppl more relax n more willingly to open up...&lt;br /&gt;but excessive alcohol? i don like it...&lt;br /&gt;i juz hope the game ends n every body can get to bed, n ppl staying far can go bck sooner.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.. it's 0442 d still i don feel like sleeping&lt;br /&gt;is it bcoz of the redbull? or redthunder watever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;glasgow is freakin cold..&lt;br /&gt;exam is coming soon..&lt;br /&gt;hvnt touch the intro of my report..&lt;br /&gt;still thinkin of a present for gf's coming bd...&lt;br /&gt;still think msia's politics sucks, n it's getting suckier...&lt;br /&gt;ahh... wat is wrong wif those ppl? wat were they thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;muz it always b mind games, retarded statements, n dirty tactics?&lt;br /&gt;muz it always b chinese, malay, indian? can't it b malaysian?&lt;br /&gt;where the hell is 1 malaysia? wat r u doin mr. najib?&lt;br /&gt;it's a shame, tht a blessed piece of land is ruined by some idiots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n y does the stupid politics mind games n tactics hv to b everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;even in our daily life?&lt;br /&gt;office, school, neighbours, friends...&lt;br /&gt;fuck this shit! perhaps this is human nature?&lt;br /&gt;then fuck this bloody human nature!&lt;br /&gt;feel so sick about all the stupid bloody things&lt;br /&gt;competition is vital for survival &amp;amp; evolution,&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't always hv to b ugly u noe...&lt;br /&gt;feel like slapping some ppl n yell 'get a life! stop doin nonsense n make urself useful!'&lt;br /&gt;war is not cool, neither it is heroic,&lt;br /&gt;well i mean any war, in any 'battlefield'&lt;br /&gt;stop fighting, make peace,&lt;br /&gt;n stop being selfish n greedy, spare those innocent ppl ok?&lt;br /&gt;fuckin ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am, mumbling to myself,&lt;br /&gt;who cares a shit about wat i said?&lt;br /&gt;this juz ain't a fair world isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;it's never gonna be fair....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-1888613812745246385?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1888613812745246385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/1888613812745246385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/1888613812745246385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-1413846086428493266</id><published>2009-09-25T08:36:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:46:40.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stockholm - My First European Trip</title><content type='html'>Sweden is the first European country i'd visited since i came to UK 3 months ago..&lt;br /&gt;This marks the starting point of my Euro trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to be precise, i went to Stockholm only, n no other parts of Sweden.&lt;br /&gt;This trip was not even in the plan 1 month ago when ppl r bz planning for the France trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giri &amp;amp; his friend Seelan came up wif this plan with some simple reasons:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Seelan is a medical doctor in London n he wanna take a break n go for a trip&lt;br /&gt;(2) Stockholm is 1 of the destination tht Ryanair flies to from Glasgow's Prestwick Airport&lt;br /&gt;(3) The ticket's price is reasonable, timing is good, so let's go to Stockholm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hv to admit, when i agreed to join this trip, i din't know what to expect from Stockholm.&lt;br /&gt;Then i asked Su, who had studied in Stockholm for a few months, n did some googling.&lt;br /&gt;Answers i got was: Beautiful sceneries, and a lot of museums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let me show u how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6dz4z6IrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/z1LNMwsMrSg/s1600-h/P1020718.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6dz4z6IrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/z1LNMwsMrSg/s320/P1020718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385915719130686130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our flight was delayed for 1 hr n we were kinda scared tht we can't reach Stockholm in time to take the bus which will bring us to the city. We reached Skavsta airport around 1o something n by the time we reached the bus station in Stockholm, it was almost midnight. We took a cab which cost us 120 kronor n the driver doesn't speak English... Giri: Is tht the Royal Palace? Driver: Errr....King house.. Ok, at least we know we r goin the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hostel was quite nice, kitchen with complete equipments, plenty of clean washrooms, free internet, nice receptionists... Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning while waiting for Seelan to join us, we prepared pasta for lunch. Pasta were provided by the hostel, Free! But only pasta, not the sauce n any other materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Seelan had arrived, we went out to explore this Scandinavian capital city. Stockholm is the capital of Sweden, and it is made up of 14 islands. We stayed in Gamla Stan, the Old Town of Stockholm which is a tiny island between the city areas. We walked north to the city center exploring, n planning our journey for the following days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6esrCV5jI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9gnOn-_rjmg/s1600-h/map_of_stockholm.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6esrCV5jI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9gnOn-_rjmg/s320/map_of_stockholm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385916694685673010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;V booked a bike tour for the next morning, n bought a Stockholm card tht would allow us to gain free access to most attractions &amp;amp; free transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we picked up a bike at the shop n follow our tour guide around the city, we cycled along the coastline, to the parliament buildings, prime minister's office, Nordic museum, Royal Garden..... It was nice to cycle around the city safely, n it's fun to cycle after not cycling for so long, but my butt felt terribly sore after tht tour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6etTjV1bI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wzYkQDR3blU/s1600-h/P1020855.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6etTjV1bI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wzYkQDR3blU/s320/P1020855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385916705561499058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The city is very cyclist friendly, the people here cycle a lot, and they even hv special lanes &amp;amp; traffic lights for cyclists. So i feel quite secured cycling around the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6euFhGyqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mC2gXyentwc/s1600-h/P1020898.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6euFhGyqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mC2gXyentwc/s320/P1020898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385916718973897378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6fewrGVkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CzZpuhLWmHs/s1600-h/P1020899.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6fewrGVkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CzZpuhLWmHs/s320/P1020899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385917555192256066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent the remaining day chilling &amp;amp; walking around the city again, coz our initial plan to meet up with Giri's friend din't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd day is a bz day. We hv a tight schedule as we planned to optimise the use of our Stockholm card by visiting as many interesting places as possible in tht day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with the Royal Palace, which is the nearest attraction to our hostel. Well yesteday our tour guide told us that the current ruler of Sweden is not a descendant of the Vikings, he is actually the decendant of one of Napolean's General... Two hundred years ago, the Swedish royal family was without a heir so they asked a Dutch prince to claim the throne but the tragically he fell frm the horse n died on his way. The Swedish royal family then turned to Napolean's Generals n this guy accepted the offer n he was crowned the King of Sweden. Mm, well it's not a dream to become a king isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6es3vwemI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HDZxojqRxTg/s1600-h/P1020770.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6es3vwemI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HDZxojqRxTg/s320/P1020770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385916698097384034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Royal Palace doesn't look nice from outside... It is basically a symmetrical squarish building, nothing spectacular for a Royal Palace, although the royal family were not living here anymore. The original Royal Palace looked better n more like a proper castle, but it was burnt down in the 17th century, n the current Royal Palace was built on the same site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6etjI_86I/AAAAAAAAAEo/yck4XAvb-Xs/s1600-h/P1030012.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6etjI_86I/AAAAAAAAAEo/yck4XAvb-Xs/s320/P1030012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385916709745980322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our next stop is the City Hall, the local administrative center and the venue of the Nobel Prize Award Ceremony. We were led by a sweet Swedish tour guide, bringing us from hall to hall, explaining the history and stories of each halls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6ffRQ_TFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/A8QPclYz6Bw/s1600-h/P1030015.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6ffRQ_TFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/A8QPclYz6Bw/s320/P1030015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385917563941112914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Nobel Prize winner will pass through this entrance of honour to the banquetting halls.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6ffon4r7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FUHBoRraw1E/s1600-h/P1030018.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6ffon4r7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FUHBoRraw1E/s320/P1030018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385917570211164082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Golden Hall, as told by its name, is covered with gold mosaics, and this hall serves as the dance floor when the Nobel Prize Award Ceremony takes place.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6ff5F9TEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bMbglHTn8OA/s1600-h/P1030024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6ff5F9TEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bMbglHTn8OA/s320/P1030024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385917574632262722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a tour in the City Hall, we 'climbed' up to the top of the city hall tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6trL_joaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/O-NgmVJEGS4/s1600-h/P1030048.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6trL_joaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/O-NgmVJEGS4/s320/P1030048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385933161847038370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6trV_NQeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/B_EbN455kMI/s1600-h/P1030049.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6trV_NQeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/B_EbN455kMI/s320/P1030049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385933164529926626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6truDcyiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2MxKTjFn4Aw/s1600-h/P1030056.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6truDcyiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2MxKTjFn4Aw/s320/P1030056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385933170990172706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, we went to the Army Museum. Ntg worth mentioning here. Then next the Historical Museum, where the Viking's history is exhibited. Photo taking is prohibited, but we sneakily took a few photos, some not quite clear, without flash of course. Below is a picture of a Viking warrior, ready to smash his enemy's head with his hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9Zn26NRnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/D7aZLeLJL8I/s1600-h/P1030073.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9Zn26NRnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/D7aZLeLJL8I/s320/P1030073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386122220647827058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our next stop is the highly rated Vasa Museum, the world's only 17th century warship tht is so well preserved. How did they manage to preserve such an old vessel? Well, it might be a tragic to the Swedish during tht time, but it sure sounds a bit funny today... The Vasa was supposed to be one of the mightiest warship built tht time, but it was badly proportioned, the body was too narrow, causing it to be unstable and thus when they set sail and fired a salute, the ship heeled over and sank, after sailing only for about 1 km. This ship was very new and it sank near the shore, which made it possible to salvage the ship in one piece after 300 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9eK_MYU6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/kMpcqJjXpd8/s1600-h/P1030074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9eK_MYU6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/kMpcqJjXpd8/s320/P1030074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386127222213464994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9eL9xkJCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XUdafNxwAIw/s1600-h/P1030083.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9eL9xkJCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XUdafNxwAIw/s320/P1030083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386127239012426786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9eLfKX1dI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-9DxJ1GsVAg/s1600-h/P1030081.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9eLfKX1dI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-9DxJ1GsVAg/s320/P1030081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386127230794978770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After spending 1 hour plus in this museum, we head to another museum, the other recommended attraction, the Skansen Open-air Museum. Unfortunately, we din't know that the cultural village section would be closed at 5, so we can only visit the Scandinavian animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9gFQ7717I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nS-vTZCZaGQ/s1600-h/P1030116.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9gFQ7717I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nS-vTZCZaGQ/s320/P1030116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386129322920368050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9gFyjVJjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WciCD6yCS9g/s1600-h/P1030121.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9gFyjVJjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WciCD6yCS9g/s320/P1030121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386129331943974450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me feeding the little moose with a maple leaf&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9gGJLgLxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/kFYLOkCjjks/s1600-h/P1030137.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9gGJLgLxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/kFYLOkCjjks/s320/P1030137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386129338018049810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried to use a leaf as bait to attract this red squirrel, if only we hv any nuts or fruits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9j8eVchYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sRBIIBzpk7I/s1600-h/P1030148.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9j8eVchYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sRBIIBzpk7I/s320/P1030148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386133569944716674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The playful bears, they seem to hv endless energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9j8pszZcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GZBFG6cBA4s/s1600-h/P1030175.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9j8pszZcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GZBFG6cBA4s/s320/P1030175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386133572995474882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A snow owl, looks cool as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9j8-FouvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bgiZ3IZ2CtQ/s1600-h/P1030200.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9j8-FouvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bgiZ3IZ2CtQ/s320/P1030200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386133578468342514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shy lynx, it's not ez to spot one as they tend to hide themselves from ppl's view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9j9RNSfYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k6_O4-F8tdE/s1600-h/P1030201.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9j9RNSfYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k6_O4-F8tdE/s320/P1030201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386133583600713090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wolfs are actually shy creatures, n they tend to keep away from human (of course when they r not desperately hungry), this is wat i've learnt from BBC's animal shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9j92-V7mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_MK1mdzzE8w/s1600-h/P1030212.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9j92-V7mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_MK1mdzzE8w/s320/P1030212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386133593738571362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last of all, we tried to get to the Kaknäs Tower, a TV &amp;amp; radio transmission tower, to get a good night view of Stockholm. We were so unlucky tht the tower was booked by some 'idiot' tht night, n we hv to go bck in disappointment, in rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9n4k5YpNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fHHiWuF44hM/s1600-h/P1030219.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9n4k5YpNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fHHiWuF44hM/s320/P1030219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386137901033104594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the final day, we manage to c the changing of the guards in front of the Royal Palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9oWfFMLdI/AAAAAAAAAII/yfqxGP-SA7M/s1600-h/P1030223.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9oWfFMLdI/AAAAAAAAAII/yfqxGP-SA7M/s320/P1030223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386138414868082130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9oWstIXRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tZ3Tw2edO1E/s1600-h/P1030229.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9oWstIXRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tZ3Tw2edO1E/s320/P1030229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386138418525265170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, we went to the city center to hunt for some souvenirs, we hv planty of time to kill b4 our flight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my 4 days experience, i found Stockholm as a clean, friendly, safe &amp;amp; beautiful city.. U don c rubbish on the floor anywhere, ppl here speak perfect English n r willing to help, n i've seen ladies jogging at night alone around quiet places... We don c gangsters or drunken ppl lingering around. N of course the city is surrounded by water, making it uniquely beautiful in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9sFcda69I/AAAAAAAAAIY/V1Ew44Td8Pc/s1600-h/P1020733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9sFcda69I/AAAAAAAAAIY/V1Ew44Td8Pc/s320/P1020733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386142520153140178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9sFtIi79I/AAAAAAAAAIg/MSs6hRuaTuQ/s1600-h/P1020762.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9sFtIi79I/AAAAAAAAAIg/MSs6hRuaTuQ/s320/P1020762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386142524628987858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9sGAPlNDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/b0E7kjYWoRQ/s1600-h/P1020821.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9sGAPlNDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/b0E7kjYWoRQ/s320/P1020821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386142529758770226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9sGU5affI/AAAAAAAAAIw/f251yzKd_IM/s1600-h/P1020897.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9sGU5affI/AAAAAAAAAIw/f251yzKd_IM/s320/P1020897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386142535302938098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9sGhnI5sI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NyojMop_AME/s1600-h/P1020918.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr9sGhnI5sI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NyojMop_AME/s320/P1020918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386142538715948738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-1413846086428493266?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1413846086428493266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/stockholm-my-first-european-trip.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/1413846086428493266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/1413846086428493266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/stockholm-my-first-european-trip.html' title='Stockholm - My First European Trip'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/Sr6dz4z6IrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/z1LNMwsMrSg/s72-c/P1020718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-2078749929110142128</id><published>2009-07-01T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:22:50.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sin May told me today tht our friend, Chean Voon might pass away in this 2 days....&lt;br /&gt;He is not a very close friend of mine, but he's a nice guy , with a smile always on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Anymore.&lt;br /&gt;His smile has been taken away mercilessly...&lt;br /&gt;He is facing his remaining days in pain n tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He once had a bright future ahead of him, a teenage turned man enjoying life as any other undergraduates.&lt;br /&gt;Then something went berserk in his system, n he got leukemia.&lt;br /&gt;A bone marrow transplant operation was conducted n succeeded,&lt;br /&gt;but the demon juz wouldn't let him go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thoughts ran in my mind, but i'd rather not express it here coz i hv no means to offend any friends with their respective religious believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ntg can save a good man from dying isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Pray for miracles? Of course i hope miracle will happen on him. But if miracle happens to every dying person, then miracle is not a miracle anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human r juz simply fragile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i hope Shainol's dad is ok, n he'll b bck to join the class soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chean Voon passed away in the morning on 1st of July, in Malaysia. If u r reading this, pls hv a moment of silence for him... Rest in peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-2078749929110142128?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2078749929110142128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/sin-may-told-me-today-tht-our-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/2078749929110142128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/2078749929110142128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/sin-may-told-me-today-tht-our-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-4840776613649755498</id><published>2009-06-24T07:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:33:03.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am officially 23!</title><content type='html'>My 1st birthday in a foreign land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i'm not alone... Although birthday celebration is not so important to me anymore, it is still nice to hv ppl reminding me tht i'm older by 1 year on this day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, thank you for planning a surprise celebration for me at 12 midnight :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my 2 wonderful hsemates, Raj &amp;amp; Giri, XY, Lingwei, Devi, Darsh, Ser Ying, Mekh, Piriya, Samm, Yee Xian, Ray, Shu Xian &amp;amp; Xin Ni.&lt;br /&gt;A few pieces of cake n muffin, some beer n some frens, makes my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, i endured a frustrating afternoon, struggling in FMT lecture, against sleepiness n understanding the lecturer's lecture, but some ppl again make my day special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls treated me with a wonderful chinese home-cooked dinner and an ice-cream :)&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Theng Theng, Michelle, Sin Ye, Zelia &amp;amp; Ka Yin. A very heart-warming n delicious meal indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N a big thank you to u my dear :) although v can't celebrate it together, i'm still very happy with the 'virtual meal' u've prepared for me :) muakz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, wishes from my family, and my beloved frens...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making this day a memorable 1 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*p/s: sorry i din't take any photo, but i'll try to steal from other ppl n re-post it here ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-4840776613649755498?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4840776613649755498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-officially-23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/4840776613649755498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/4840776613649755498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-officially-23.html' title='I am officially 23!'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-367250642618625629</id><published>2009-06-18T03:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T04:40:58.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Glasgow</title><content type='html'>It had been 1 week since i arrived in Glasgow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a totally foreign city to me, but i don't really feel isolated here, as a whole group of us came together, n the ppl here r quite friendly... But of course there r some exemptions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hv no car here, so we will jz walk to the town everyday, well a 10 to 15 mins walk, so it's kinda good for health haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things tht annoy me most r, 1) although it's summer, the wind is freakingly cold, n the weather is pretty unpredictable, it can rain anytime. 2) The shops closes around 5 to 6... Tht's bad rite?? Malaysians used to going out at 8 or 9, it's difficult for us, as the timetable now is like everyday 9 to 5.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent nearly 200 pounds after 1 week here (THT'S A FREAKING RM 1200 WEI!) But half is for the text books (100 pounds), my new phone n top-up (58 pounds), n others r for the utensils, groceries and toiletries... I'm not wasting money here :) (yet haha....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, everything is going quite ok.. Accommodation is ok, cooking is not a problem (yet), studies juz started (still ok), going around is fun, n the buildings, i like their style very much... Tht's y i take photos of buildings more than any other things, including myself. There is a lot more of things i need to learn bout photography, so pls gv me some advice if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlREs5II_I/AAAAAAAAACw/Eogfu_ChxCs/s1600-h/P1020002.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlREs5II_I/AAAAAAAAACw/Eogfu_ChxCs/s320/P1020002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348395173691270130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlRFWO83wI/AAAAAAAAADI/FEVBczOPCsI/s1600-h/P1020162.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlRFWO83wI/AAAAAAAAADI/FEVBczOPCsI/s320/P1020162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348395184788659970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlRFKgBBxI/AAAAAAAAADA/OqLBdeDaCO0/s1600-h/P1020115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlRFKgBBxI/AAAAAAAAADA/OqLBdeDaCO0/s320/P1020115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348395181639010066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlRE45felI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JjVUyimwOi8/s1600-h/P1020032.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlRE45felI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JjVUyimwOi8/s320/P1020032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348395176914025042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is how it looks like from my room's window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlSMTFcK9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/VGHZ1eInLYA/s1600-h/P1020069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlSMTFcK9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/VGHZ1eInLYA/s320/P1020069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348396403714173906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, i accidently spotted this seagull standing infront of one of the opposite flat's window.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlSxCLDa7I/AAAAAAAAADY/NHPrXaBFWJg/s1600-h/P1020070.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlSxCLDa7I/AAAAAAAAADY/NHPrXaBFWJg/s320/P1020070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348397034829474738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It stood there for quite long, looking around, n it used its beak to knock on the window several times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlSxcBTMNI/AAAAAAAAADg/vjbGnaznTLA/s1600-h/P1020071.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlSxcBTMNI/AAAAAAAAADg/vjbGnaznTLA/s320/P1020071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348397041767887058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought it was 'communicating' with its reflection on the window or trying to get the flower inside... But then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlTxPQtZII/AAAAAAAAADo/YunRJ_lcizc/s1600-h/P1020078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlTxPQtZII/AAAAAAAAADo/YunRJ_lcizc/s320/P1020078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348398137854485634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlTxZU9QdI/AAAAAAAAADw/SCT_w4f0VGw/s1600-h/P1020089.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlTxZU9QdI/AAAAAAAAADw/SCT_w4f0VGw/s320/P1020089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348398140556657106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlUSRieLuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FvHXIMt5J_8/s1600-h/P1020097.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/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlUSRieLuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FvHXIMt5J_8/s320/P1020097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348398705401540322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old lady appeared n fed the seagull... The seagull was actually knocking n asking for food! My my seagull here is clever, isn't it? N no wonder all the birds here r so well built n fat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update anything when i feel like writing blog ag :)&lt;br /&gt;everyone out there, take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-367250642618625629?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/367250642618625629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-in-glasgow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/367250642618625629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/367250642618625629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-in-glasgow.html' title='I&apos;m in Glasgow'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SjlREs5II_I/AAAAAAAAACw/Eogfu_ChxCs/s72-c/P1020002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-7198887267243016950</id><published>2009-06-09T12:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:22:40.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dear, u always complaint tht i didn't write anything bout u in my blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is because i only feel like writing when something special takes place.... Someday like today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we were together we hv never been parted for more than 2 weeks. Now, it's a one whole year ahead, ready to test the strength and durability of the bond between us. We hv expected this day to come, but it still came so soon tht i felt hard to say goodbye. I honestly think tht this relationship will last, even having to endure some hardship n frustration of long distance relationship, for i hv faith in u n myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the best thing i've ever had in my life, to hv known u n to be wif u... The love tht hv rooted in my heart, i find it hard to describe wif words... So, i juz wan u to know, i really love u, n i will always do. Do wait for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wif Love,&lt;br /&gt;From Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my family, as well as my frens... All of u r no less important, thank you for the things u've done for me, thank you for the wishes n care....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck in Scotland, n i hope tht all of u will b in good condition when i'm bck hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-7198887267243016950?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7198887267243016950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dear-u-always-complaint-tht-i-didnt.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/7198887267243016950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/7198887267243016950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dear-u-always-complaint-tht-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-520548427337511800</id><published>2009-04-16T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:28:06.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attachment Week</title><content type='html'>Today is the 4th day of clinical attachment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clerking cases in government hospital is not a pleasant thing,&lt;br /&gt;(1) Standing with ur head down for a long time copying 'cakar ayam' like handwriting is not good for ur neck.&lt;br /&gt;(2) The wards r not air-conditioned, damn hot n stuffy, wearing a tie and thick labcoat somemore.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Of course, wards are filled with patients of all kinda diseases, air full of bacteria, alcohol smell (antiseptic, not drinking alcohol), n some funny smell..&lt;br /&gt;(4) U always hv to compete with doctors and nurses for the case notes, time is precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, tht's not the main reason for me to blog today, i juz wanna share my 'shock of the day'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After clerking, we went to library to meet Mr. B for discussion. I was walking juz beside Mr. B towards the discussion room, when he suddenly asked me 'Can u follow me back today?'&lt;br /&gt;I was SHOCKED... WHAT? Follow u bck? What do u wanna do to me? My first thought was 'Why u wan me to follow u bck home? I'm scared!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, luckily i stay in Seremban. So i told him i'm not goin bck to Bukit Jalil. Then he asked my other colleagues if any1 could accompany him bck,  he said he doesn't wanna drive bck alone, coz ez to fall asleep while driving alone. All of us look at each other, i sense unwillingness in every1's eyes haha, then turned out Yee Xian to be the 'victim'... Sze ling is driving, Cynthia claim to accompany Sze ling, Saffia n Zul r staying in Seremban, Poh yee n Siew yin were not present.... Poor Yee Xian, sorry Samm, there's ntg much i can help haha... Yee Xian has no choice but to accept Mr. B's 'free transport' invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Mr. B is kinda good lecturer, quite experienced n knowledgeble, n he is nice to students. TOO NICE sometimes tht it scares us, especially MALE students. Yup, tht's right, tht is where it seems abit wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was Miss Chrissy who had asked me to follow her bck, i would hv gladly accepted the invitation, although i'm not staying in Bukit Jalil haha.... Raj will do the same thing, rite Raj? Juz hope tht she doesn't hv a suspicious hubby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, tml will be the final day of a miserable week, n coming up next, IMU Ball......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-520548427337511800?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/520548427337511800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/attachment-week.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/520548427337511800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/520548427337511800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/attachment-week.html' title='Attachment Week'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-7236701341303217971</id><published>2009-03-11T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:30:55.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Mess</title><content type='html'>It's quite a mess in Msia now... If u follow the news on TV n papers, u'll noe wat im talkin bout....&lt;br /&gt;U claim to hv majority support lar, i lock u outside the building lar, u held meeting under the tree lar, i go report u to the police lar, u put cctv to ensure that the trees u planted r safe lar bla bla bla....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the cowboy show ending? U shoot me i shoot u... Occasionally it will add some spice to boring political scene, but it's like everyday now... Do u'll even care wat the people r thinking?&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, i think both parties r similarly mad. Purely MAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then the blue box thingy...&lt;br /&gt;It's another 'quality decision' made by our respected Government (related department).&lt;br /&gt;What's tht smell??? I smell FISH! Something FISHY!&lt;br /&gt;Of course lar, the boxes r for fish storage mar.. of course fishy lar...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder wat's the logic behind the decision to implement such order...&lt;br /&gt;Although the decision was temporarily revoked, people who slightly use their brain will feel suspicious about the reason behind this order...&lt;br /&gt;Suspicious isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Monopolised by 1 company only...&lt;br /&gt;Price is double the normal price...&lt;br /&gt;Quality is not superior to other similar boxes...&lt;br /&gt;Made mandatory to all importers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong with this country...&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, with the resources tht v have, blessings by mothernature, we should b much better than where we stand now.&lt;br /&gt;R there no wise ppl to use these advantages wisely? I think there r. But perhaps some cannot resist the temptation by Devil, the lust for power, wealth and sex made them neglect the opportunity to use these advantages for people's good, instead they use these advantages to satisfy their own lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this happens everywhere all the time, it'sa sad but true reflection on human's nature. Sometimes, v r no better than animals, perhaps even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk bout Msia, bcoz Msia is my home, it's frustrating to c how my home is ruined by all these unnecessary conflicts n scandals. There's no cure for the lust n evil behind all these 'dramas', but i sure hope they don make things more complicated n sickening, n let the show ends soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to watch a messy soap drama with lousy actors on n on n on n on n on n on n on n on for over 30 seasons -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-7236701341303217971?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7236701341303217971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-mess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/7236701341303217971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/7236701341303217971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-mess.html' title='It&apos;s a Mess'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-7285374501197000272</id><published>2009-02-27T23:52:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T02:54:30.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye IMU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's a bit hard to believe that, i've actually spent about 2 years in IMU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life there is actually coming to an end, very soon, as there will be no more lectures going on, only Finals, some case presentations and bits of preparation for UK thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, the most unforgettable thing will surely be the orientation week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Talk about dressing as a GIRL for 3 or 4 days in different costume, that certainly requires some courage....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307516513192842114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SagWJfhhE4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/cAKQ0rZSfts/s320/PY+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Giri as TARZAN &amp;amp; JANE (Well, obviously, I am Jane). Had a funny MTV show though :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not mentioning, dressing as such to meet my tutor, Prof. Peter (aka The Tiger of Pharmacy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307518700543945890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SagYI0CqLKI/AAAAAAAAABA/FlnRn26ol7E/s320/DSC03182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Can u c me? Yup, the 1 at right is me, a GT BABE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's quite tiring n sometimes frustrating going through the 5 days orien-'bullied'-tation, nevertheless it is fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, that's all about the highlights during my 2 yrs in IMU.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup, there's alot of happening things around IMU, alot of partying and clubbing among my classmates, but none had much to do with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not to say that i participate in ntg at all, it's juz tht im not too into everything. Some i juz don bother to join, too lazy to join, too shy to join hahaha....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is not suppose to be a uni student's life rite? It should be more colourful isn't it? Well, it depends on how u interpret 'colourful' too... I hv a tiny bit of regret for not being more active during my uni life here, it may spice up my life more, eventhough i'm content with life right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, i'm happy to have met ppl who make my life in uni better :) Raj, Giri, Chel, Samm, Theng Theng and many more... Those who helped me through my life here, those who are simply nice ppl, thanks alot! (Special thanks to Zelia: There's once in the lab, i spilled my chemical all around the bench, n she was very nice to stay n help me clean the mess after the lab session ended, that's really nice of u, girl.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307526302988391474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SagfDVWqVDI/AAAAAAAAABI/sfM191icFOc/s320/DSCN1138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;The ever charming RAJ, with Ray at the side, tucking in his shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307526302235440498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SagfDSjJNXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JnQ0xoO8lDY/s320/DSCN1150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;GIRI n XY, interesting couple keke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307526311375051250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SagfD0mMmfI/AAAAAAAAABg/zkS2OjzBb84/s320/DSCN1145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me n Theng Theng, the blur girl from penang :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307526314009100194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SagfD-aM_6I/AAAAAAAAABY/ywkm8c21x6A/s320/DSCN1143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is called&lt;/em&gt; 左拥右抱&lt;em&gt;which means 'hugging left n right'. U can c how happy i am (hahaha...) with Samm &amp;amp; Chel in my arms... Cheh, but all taken d, including me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although i am going to meet this same bunch of people in UK, but it will somehow b abit diff d.... There will probably b some change anyway, u will never know. So, experience at IMU is still something unique.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's abit embarrassing to say, i've never been to the pasar malam at sri petaling n only once to the town after staying so near to sri petaling for 2 yrs. Well, Carrefour is the furthest place i go most frequently to restock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307538391846610114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SagqC_3D5MI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ff5fOZl0pzw/s320/DSCN1059.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;View of Endah Parade (Carrefour) taken from my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the food i ate most are the canteen food (previous caterer), n mixed rice, fried rice, burger nasi lemak from the stalls at the roadside, juz outside the uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307542469522089874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SagtwWYp55I/AAAAAAAAACY/bpkOVY0EeTQ/s320/DSCN1147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;The fried rice stall. Well food are not that nice, not really hygienic as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307542473576175698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SagtwlfOWFI/AAAAAAAAACg/d-sUd3tmmbQ/s320/DSCN1148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Nasi lemak n burger stall. Have wide variety of food but most sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah, i did not manage to take a photo of the Indian mixed rice stall. The auntie was nice, sometimes will give me extra things, but honestly, the food isn't that nice and i think they should change their menu sometimes. &lt;strong&gt;YES! THESE ARE THE THINGS I EAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR ALMOST 2 YEARS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ohhh... feel like vomiting sometimes, need an anti-emetic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to IMU.... (although i'll b bck in 3 weeks time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307539581869387746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SagrIRCmb-I/AAAAAAAAABw/9uHftXmW1lk/s320/DSCN1058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say goodbye to my untidy but comfortable room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307539584468800434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SagrIauWU7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1Iccdcvz70/s320/DSCN1066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Before packing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307539586226359842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SagrIhRYjiI/AAAAAAAAACI/3KvMUMmgliA/s320/DSCN1151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;After packing (wah so tidy d!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another before-after comparision&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307539587381390082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SagrIlkw6wI/AAAAAAAAACA/5W6JJbTslhA/s320/DSCN1067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307539593018784546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SagrI6k0uyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/26wuDq0owDM/s320/DSCN1152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;N say goodbye to all the memories left at that place.... N the precious time spent there wif my girl...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-7285374501197000272?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7285374501197000272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbye-imu.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/7285374501197000272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/7285374501197000272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbye-imu.html' title='Goodbye IMU!'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SagWJfhhE4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/cAKQ0rZSfts/s72-c/PY+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-8841852660748323315</id><published>2009-02-20T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:37:40.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus ride update</title><content type='html'>Well, this is an update regarding the bad bus ride thingy... I received an e-mail from rapidkl this monday. It does sound sincere, but i think it sounds very 'official', like those typical statements from TNB or JBA tht says 'we apologize for the electricity/water supply interuption tht happen in your area. The electricity/water supply will be back to normal in 2 hrs time', then u wait for 12 hrs there is still no electricity/water supply. I doubt any serious action will be taken. This is Malaysia what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the letter i've received:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Valued Customer, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for your e-mail which we read with genuine concern.  We understand that efficient service is essential in today’s fast-paced world, especially for our valued customer like you. We regretted  the unpleasant  experience you encountered while using our bus service. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pertaining to your feedback on the above matter, we will speak to both the drivers  and the Enforcement Officer on duty.  We truly agreed with your comments that the staff on duty should handle the situation professionally. As customer safety is our top priority and we do not tolerate this manner of behaviour by any staff on duty . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are required by procedure, to carry out a proper investigation and the driver concerned will be questioned. Should the staff  be found guilty, necessary action will be taken according to the policy of the Company and Employment Act.  We would also like to take this opportunity to inform  that every complaint about the inappropriate behaviour is taken seriously. With the appropriate details given, we can identify the staff concern and immediate action is taken to investigate the allegation on the staff. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We would like to take this opportunity to  advice our passengers  that they should examined their ticket when they received from the driver. This is to ensure that  they have received the right ticket for the fare paid.  Should the details on the ticket is incorrect, the passenger should highlight the matter immediately to the driver. In this way, it  will helps to avoid dispute when the ticket is inspected by our Enforcement Officer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We wish to re-assure that we will continually strive to improve the quality of service that the customer expects from us. We sincerely thank you for the feedback and we hope you will continue to patronize our services. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, something unrelated to the story above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) The political scenario in Msia is getting more sickening.... Diu! (cannot tahan, feel like stamping on them). Stop those cat fights n dog fights, do your job properly lar...&lt;br /&gt;Jacky Chan once said the politics in Taiwan is a joke, he should come n look at Msia oso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Thank you for your very funny but sweet post dear :) happy anniversary! Love you always...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-8841852660748323315?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8841852660748323315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/bus-ride-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/8841852660748323315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/8841852660748323315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/bus-ride-update.html' title='Bus ride update'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-5388217024904430004</id><published>2009-02-11T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:44:31.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bad bus ride</title><content type='html'>I had an unpleasant ride on RapidKL bus today... Makes my fuming till now.. The incident happened because this bloody driver gave me concession tickets instead of normal adult tickets when i took my ride from KTM serdang to Sg.Long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concession tickets are meant for schoold kids in uniform, diabled or senior citizens. The fare is RM1 instead of normal RM2. I gave RM2, he gave me RM1 ticket, which i did not ask for. As usual, i keep my ticket in my pocket after receiving it, without having a thought that the ticket might be faulty. I did not encounter any problem with tickets previously and i did not EXPECT it to have any problem either today. I was not aware that there is something like 'concession ticket' too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem started when i was on my way back from Sg. Long to KL. There was some inspectors checking tickets in the midway, and they told me i have an invalid ticket and i must pay another RM2. WHAT THE FUCK!! I'm not making a fuss because of this RM2, but i felt that i was treated with injustice... Y do i have to PAY for this BLOODY mistake that the bus driver did??&lt;br /&gt;They will not accept my argument, and insist i MUST pay that bloody RM2. Bloody hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 against 1, what can i do? Be a man and jump down from the bus halfway and walk alone to the LRT station in the middle of the night? Or be a rock and refuse to move my butt from the chair, insisting i have done ntg wrong n let the whole bus of ppl to wait because of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so shit... I felt 'teraniaya' and 'terhina', although it doesn't seem so bad from the surface of this thing... Still, there's a feeling of disatisfaction on the way they handle such issues, neglecting the rights and feelings of their passengers. SHHHHSH! GERAMNYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, here's a complain letter i wrote to RapidKL regarding my disatisfaction with the way they handle things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Staff of RapidKL,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to complain about a case of injustice handling by RapidKL staff of the bus line U41. It all started when me and my friend was taking rapidkl bus from the Serdang KTM station. We paid RM4.00 for 2 normal tickets and we got the tickets and everything seem ok. But what we did not realise is that, the bus driver gave us two concession tickets instead of the normal 'adult' tickets. We did not notice the error for a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The bus was quite packed that time and we have to stand when the bus starts moving, so we did not have the chance to read all details on the tickets before stuffing them into our pockets.&lt;br /&gt;2. We are not aware of the existance of concession tickets and such error has never occur in our experience with rapidkl buses.&lt;br /&gt;3. We are not wearing school uniforms, nor we are senior citizens or disabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Sg. Long without any problem. The problem starts when i was on my way from Sg. Long to KL. I enter the bus with the ticket i bought earlier without problem, the error of the ticket was noticed only when there were inspection of tickets by your staffs in the middle of the way. The staff, a Punjabi man pointed to me that the ticket i was holding was a concession ticket, and asked me to buy a new ticket. I argued that i paid RM2.00 but got RM1.00 concession ticket is not my fault and how could you ask me to pay for something that is not due to my fault? I did not even knew the existance of a concession ticket. However, due to the pressure of the inspectors and the bus driver, who says "Bayar saja lar" i was forced to pay for something i do not deserve to pay for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM2.00 is not a big amount, and i'm not making a fuss because i lost RM2 unreasonably today. I am upset because of the way your staffs are handling things and i felt that i am helpless against the pressure of 3 staffs against me alone, and i felt that my right as a consumer, a customer of RapidKL is not guarenteed. Why do i have to pay for a mistake that the previous bus driver make? Am i guilty just because i did not realise the mistake made by the bus driver? I mean i do not know there are such 'concession tickets' and i do not look like someone who is asking for a 'concession ticket'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still keep the ticket as a prove and i hope appropriate actions will be taken to secure the confidence and needs of RapidKL users. I hope your staffs will be more CONSIDERATE of the passengers' feeling and judge REASONABLY. I hope to get a reasonable explanation on this issue. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time of ticket issued: 7.25 pm&lt;br /&gt;Bus' plate number: WPR 371&lt;br /&gt;Bus Driver ID: 006601&lt;br /&gt;Ticket ID: 9E4872E0&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*p/s: I am well aware that there's 99% that my mail will go into the drain, or i'll get reply like "We are sorry with the difficulties that you experience with our services, we will look into this matter and improve. We hope you'll continue to support us. Thank you". This indeed is not a really serious matter. I juz can't take it down my throat and i juz want to let them know, they SUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-5388217024904430004?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5388217024904430004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-bus-ride.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/5388217024904430004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/5388217024904430004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-bus-ride.html' title='A bad bus ride'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070370358511014263.post-2490373411309837708</id><published>2009-01-29T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:34:18.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blogspot Post</title><content type='html'>My first blogspot post.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to shift from friendster's troublesome blog to blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! but i cant import my previous posts here.... :(&lt;br /&gt;so i'll start from zero here, n i muz say im not a regular blogging person...&lt;br /&gt;so don't expect to c regular updates ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070370358511014263-2490373411309837708?l=ry-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2490373411309837708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-blogspot-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/2490373411309837708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070370358511014263/posts/default/2490373411309837708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ry-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-blogspot-post.html' title='My First Blogspot Post'/><author><name>RY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909952031109501213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPPf25K2Vjs/SYFOwY9Oj0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5Kj1XeWCAQ/S220/28062008968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
