<?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-4488985295357304577</id><updated>2011-12-23T08:49:05.244-08:00</updated><category term='What is happening?'/><category term='Point to ponder'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>Fridays With Tim</title><subtitle type='html'>There are always pit stops in our life...
I'll use them to share my thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-941796400284645699</id><published>2009-11-23T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:29:33.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey guys, it's been a while since the last time I post in my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life has been &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for me. I am here in &lt;b&gt;Dublin&lt;/b&gt; for almost 2 months already. I've settled down and life's are getting &lt;b&gt;tougher&lt;/b&gt; everyday. Study, assignments, meetings, &lt;b&gt;sketch practices&lt;/b&gt;, badminton matches, music, &lt;b&gt;jamming sessions&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;photography&lt;/b&gt;, trips and vacations... gosh, I can list all the activities and blog about them. But I won't, because that will make me sounds bad for I love what I am doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, let's talk about &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;music.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; The first time I got involved in music was when I went to &lt;i&gt;Sunday School&lt;/i&gt; in Saratok's chapel. Since then, I am interested in learning music but I've never really get the chance to learn and take a higher step in it. When I was 14's, I joined the marching band in my secondary school but the dream couldn't go further due to &lt;i&gt;solicitation by our former school's principal&lt;/i&gt; in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;refusing to fund&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for the school band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My dream doesn't stop right there. After SPM, my mom actually suggested to me to go for &lt;b&gt;piano lesso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;n&lt;/b&gt; and of course, I couldn't agree more! Right after National Service, I went for piano class for 1 month. I managed to learn how to read notes. Since then, my passion in music over-whelmed my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jxj9JW64buU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jxj9JW64buU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Abadi, Hijaz and me jamming in PMC music room... I really miss this moment *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I starts to learn to &lt;b&gt;play&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;guitar&lt;/b&gt; when I was in KMB (during 2nd year). I learned guitar by myself with the help of a chord book. My method of learning guitar: Have a &lt;b&gt;chord book&lt;/b&gt;, open your &lt;b&gt;favourite song&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;play along&lt;/b&gt; with it provided there are chords available for the song, of course. I still remember how hard for me to get myself to play chord &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt; when I first started playing guitar. It took me &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;3 months&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to get it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not enough with piano and guitar, I dare myself to learn to &lt;b&gt;play drum&lt;/b&gt;. And I really glad I did. I even play in a band and the best thing is, our band &lt;b&gt;won the 2nd place&lt;/b&gt; in KMB talentime! Woohoo! When I went to PMC, I took a further step where I would practice drumming &lt;i&gt;at least once a week&lt;/i&gt;. I got to learn a lot when I was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Plus, I also got myself an &lt;b&gt;electric guitar&lt;/b&gt; and had &lt;b&gt;jamming sessions&lt;/b&gt; with my friends. Since I got an electric guitar, I fall in love with &lt;b&gt;punk rock&lt;/b&gt; music. Heavy distort and up-beat drumming, everyone is totally enjoy it when we jams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, in Ireland, I am really glad that my parents allow me to involve in music despite knowing that I am doing &lt;i&gt;medicine&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Music is a way for me to express myself and cope with my daily life's stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music connects and unites everyone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; That's what I believe and it will always do, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;now and forever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E219QnXS2ig&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E219QnXS2ig&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hijaz and me doing cover for Your Call... and yes, music unites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/4488985295357304577-941796400284645699?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/941796400284645699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/941796400284645699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/941796400284645699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back_23.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-1414140267939316914</id><published>2009-06-23T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:27:12.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No introduction needed, these are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my cats&lt;/span&gt; in Saratok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fluffy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very cute&lt;/span&gt;. Not to say, they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super duper adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SkDx2JObjQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0odH5nJnUbk/s1600-h/IMG_0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SkDx2JObjQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0odH5nJnUbk/s320/IMG_0102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350542269807824130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          Name: Cat (seriously)&lt;br /&gt;                                          Age: 8 months&lt;br /&gt;                                          Favourite toy: Insects (any kind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SkDx2n01LBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/yQOtVrhiHxA/s1600-h/IMG_0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SkDx2n01LBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/yQOtVrhiHxA/s320/IMG_0115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350542278021950482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           Name: Miccun&lt;br /&gt;                                           Age: 5 months&lt;br /&gt;                                           Favourite toy: Cap (bottle's, container's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SkDx25JzdGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ubqk0-jZLrY/s1600-h/IMG_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SkDx25JzdGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ubqk0-jZLrY/s320/IMG_0130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350542282673321058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           Name: Goldie&lt;br /&gt;                                           Age: 5 months&lt;br /&gt;                                           Favourite toy: Anything that Miccun plays (Miccun's best buddy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My favourite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SkDx3ecCqYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nN8AOD-hPig/s1600-h/IMG_0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SkDx3ecCqYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nN8AOD-hPig/s320/IMG_0116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350542292681927042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           Name: Sweetie&lt;br /&gt;                                           Age: 3 months&lt;br /&gt;                                           Favourite toy: Anything that is small and catchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these are my friends at home. Together, they make all of us happy! I really love cats! Meow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-1414140267939316914?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/1414140267939316914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/06/tale-of-cats.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/1414140267939316914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/1414140267939316914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/06/tale-of-cats.html' title='A Tale of Cats'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SkDx2JObjQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0odH5nJnUbk/s72-c/IMG_0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-8088017084957548490</id><published>2009-06-23T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:50:12.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.treehugger.com/Small_Home_Houston_881sqft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 305px;" src="http://www.treehugger.com/Small_Home_Houston_881sqft.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Home, sweet home. Oh, how I miss my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am back at my sweet little hometown called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saratok&lt;/span&gt;. I've been here since I was 9 years old. Anyway, my family is from Saratok. It is good to stay in your own hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;? For me, it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a place where people remember and think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(apology to Masashi Kishimoto)&lt;/span&gt;. Anywhere in this world, as long as there is somebody always think of me, that is a place I can go back to and called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;. But, it is not as easy as it says. The concept of home is much bigger than that. It needs to be truly understood before you can believe a place to be called as home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not start as simple as having a house, you know. It's about the people who lives in the house that can make a place your home. So, it's all back to our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; with other people that really matter. There are levels in relationship. Acquaintances, friends, mates, colleagues, special friends, girlfriend or boyfriend and families. To achieve the specific level, you need &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;commitment and love&lt;/span&gt;. What I believe, these are the 2 things that are essential in relationship. As long as you understand these, God bless you, you can have another homes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I live what I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and I am living it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;homes &lt;/span&gt;in Malaysia. Not including relatives, I have 5 homes that I can go to. I am so grateful that God give me a unique persona. I am glad that I have 5 non-relative families that I can go back to. I am thankful of what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next time when I move on to other places, I will have another places that I can call home.&lt;br /&gt;So do you, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AliYh7oWIU"&gt;HOME&lt;/a&gt; is a place where people remember and think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-8088017084957548490?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/8088017084957548490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/06/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/8088017084957548490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/8088017084957548490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/06/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-5813088469811114978</id><published>2009-06-06T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:57:39.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2nd divorced &amp; my 5th marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, finally, I officially got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; with my new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;duit hantaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; of RM1350, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;recited the vow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, I successfully own her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;RG350EX!&lt;/span&gt;&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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiqEgdtwT9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/dkZAcMzk7Ec/s1600-h/IMG_0008.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiqEgdtwT9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/dkZAcMzk7Ec/s320/IMG_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344229601095733202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiqEgmpVlGI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ounC53dSnTk/s1600-h/IMG_0002.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiqEgmpVlGI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ounC53dSnTk/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344229603493123170" 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/4488985295357304577-5813088469811114978?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/5813088469811114978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-2nd-divorced-my-5th-marriage.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/5813088469811114978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/5813088469811114978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-2nd-divorced-my-5th-marriage.html' title='My 2nd divorced &amp; my 5th marriage'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiqEgdtwT9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/dkZAcMzk7Ec/s72-c/IMG_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-5257822918884585237</id><published>2009-06-03T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:49:22.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout, New Vision, New Mission but still the SAME blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiaotxHMAWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Wb20S8x4lVY/s1600-h/IMG_0318.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiaotxHMAWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Wb20S8x4lVY/s320/IMG_0318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343143512152736098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the best, mates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is longest title of my post right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys out there. So, here I am, I'm BACK!&lt;br /&gt;No surprise for you guys but it's been a very busy week. Seriously, not kidding, extremely busy.&lt;br /&gt;You all knows it's the exam season, so what else am i residing on except on my desk and revising the syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my new layout for my blog. Spent about 2 hours editing the XML code. Looks like I am also quite good in breaking and making the code for blog, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates: 3 down, 3 more to go. Good luck to all my friends who are having exams.&lt;br /&gt;May the force be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I certainly gonna miss Penang... for a moment.&lt;br /&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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiaotgAQsgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/HfX70R33zbI/s1600-h/IMG_0028.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiaotgAQsgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/HfX70R33zbI/s320/IMG_0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343143507560280578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are on the same path... I took the detour and enjoying it right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-5257822918884585237?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/5257822918884585237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-layout-new-vision-new-mission-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/5257822918884585237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/5257822918884585237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-layout-new-vision-new-mission-but.html' title='New Layout, New Vision, New Mission but still the SAME blogger'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiaotxHMAWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Wb20S8x4lVY/s72-c/IMG_0318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-46560572646379514</id><published>2009-05-29T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:11:41.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Collage for PMC lecturers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiAI0Wt1YUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HICm4RJufas/s1600-h/FY+Collage+%28Pink%29.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiAI0Wt1YUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HICm4RJufas/s320/FY+Collage+%28Pink%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341278853605450050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiAI0HXlTGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zR9iSIGJ0nw/s1600-h/FY+Collage+%28Green%29.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiAI0HXlTGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zR9iSIGJ0nw/s320/FY+Collage+%28Green%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341278849485589602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiAIzxe1AkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/tb-Me3f_JvA/s1600-h/FY+Collage+%28Brown%29.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiAIzxe1AkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/tb-Me3f_JvA/s320/FY+Collage+%28Brown%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341278843610399298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiAIzeHTcrI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Z8PMxf9OD-A/s1600-h/FY+Collage+%28Blue%29.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiAIzeHTcrI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Z8PMxf9OD-A/s320/FY+Collage+%28Blue%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341278838411457202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the picture to enlarge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose one of your choice and don't forget to comment ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-46560572646379514?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/46560572646379514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/05/collage-for-pmc-lecturers.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/46560572646379514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/46560572646379514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/05/collage-for-pmc-lecturers.html' title='Collage for PMC lecturers'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SiAI0Wt1YUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HICm4RJufas/s72-c/FY+Collage+%28Pink%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-7220288720415049550</id><published>2009-05-21T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:42:16.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Pause Before I Re-Emerge...</title><content type='html'>This is a video recorded by my friend during PMC Ballad Session.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E219QnXS2ig&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E219QnXS2ig&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-7220288720415049550?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/7220288720415049550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-pause-before-i-re-emerge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/7220288720415049550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/7220288720415049550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-pause-before-i-re-emerge.html' title='A Long Pause Before I Re-Emerge...'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-7275295893582923287</id><published>2009-05-10T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T05:00:16.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SggTL_AWjdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CpFuB-B0nz8/s1600-h/stop-sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SggTL_AWjdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CpFuB-B0nz8/s320/stop-sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334534855232753106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things that we can stop at in our life and wait for the red-light to change to green (if it ever change):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ineedmotivation.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/am2-00001decisions-posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 223px;" src="http://www.ineedmotivation.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/am2-00001decisions-posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In making decision, we usually stop and look for the best choice that we have in that situation. Some stop to ponder the consequences of every action that they chose to do and glad that they made it. Yet, some people make some bad decision and choose to stay 'bad' the rest of their life. Worse still, some never choose to make decision in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/ethicalliving/booksSpencerPlattGetty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 188px;" src="http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/ethicalliving/booksSpencerPlattGetty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we learn something new, we usually stop and observe on other people. Some are learning more from observing others, some just get drifted away and caught in the whirlpool of confusions. It's best to stop and ask if you don't understand what are just being 'taught' to you so that you will be in the right direction to success. Worse still, some just never learn through out their entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.2bangkok.com/accident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 128px;" src="http://www.2bangkok.com/accident.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During an accident, some people stop and drop off at the side of the road to see what had happened. Some stop to help the victims. Some just stop because other people also stop. Some stop because their driver stop to check the situation (only applicable to people who like to car pool). Not enough with that, some stop to look at the car plat number (hoping that the accident will bring luck to them). Worse still, some never stop and ignore to know what had happened along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wellnessbeyond.com/images/HoldingHands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 191px;" src="http://www.wellnessbeyond.com/images/HoldingHands.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance can be achieve when you are able to stop and enjoy the moment of love with your partner. Some couple stop and start thinking about their future relationship. Some couple stop because their partner also stop to ponder. Nonetheless, some couple stop and overdo in their affair. Worse still, some could not stop and control their libido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toddand.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/webaddict.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 154px;" src="http://toddand.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/webaddict.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people who is a __________&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(feel in the blank with appropriate word)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; addict learn to stop their addiction by learning how to control, limit and stop themselves from proceeding with another achievement in what ever they do. But some just never stop. Worse still, some even increase and keep on increasing their dosage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nataliedee.com/100504/addiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 136px;" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/100504/addiction.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friends, learn how to stop and know your limits cause some of the things we do in this world may turn their back on us and backfire on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, my inner-self tell me to stop right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-7275295893582923287?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/7275295893582923287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/7275295893582923287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/7275295893582923287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop.html' title='Stop'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SggTL_AWjdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CpFuB-B0nz8/s72-c/stop-sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-4360670031048515834</id><published>2009-05-03T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:55:11.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://journal.suteki.nu/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/rain_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 479px;" src="http://journal.suteki.nu/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/rain_thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello there, fellows. So, how are you guys doing lately? I am pretty occupied this month. With the upcoming due date for project and presentation, plus with the preparation for the final exam (finally, it comes), I am really occupied. But I still got time to enjoy and lay my back to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that recently my blog has been uploaded with entries regarding our Medan trip. Thank you for reading them and posting up comments about the entries *sweet memory*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hardly noticed that my blogging style has changed until I read my previous entries. Last time, I used to write something that came across my mind and something abstract. And now, I am going to return to my original style after diverting for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rocbike.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 242px;" src="http://www.rocbike.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/rain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem *clearing my throat*, so this time, it's about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"rain"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain. What do we know about rain. We did learn about it when we were in primary school. We even had an experiment how does it really happen up in the sky (the one using the kettle where water vapour condensed on the mirror and turn into water droplets).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for your information, it's been raining for 1 night &amp;amp; 1 day in Penang. I am starting to enjoy it because, recently, I've been complaining the stinging hot weather over here in the Pearl of the Orient. It's been over-heated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when I was a kid, I really rejoiced when it's raining, especially when it was in the afternoon. Me and my brothers together with our friends will started to run out of the house and cycled to the grassy field near our house. Not long before reaching the field, we shouted for joy and enjoyed the rain shower as we came together. It's so amazing how rain could create happiness and friendship between us. I wonder how powerful God's amazing grace in His creations. Even a small thing like rain can bring joy and happiness in kids like I did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fototime.com/D3246F8841FF4802BA36EA698C883A04/standard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 313px;" src="http://www.fototime.com/D3246F8841FF4802BA36EA698C883A04/standard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was complaining about the radiating temperature in Penang, I was wondering how long did I need to wait before it's gonna take for this island to be blessed with rain. God heard me, and He answered and poured the rain immediately *Thank you God*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain brings back life to the world. Green plants start to spring back and beautify the Earth with green colouration. And it also marks the mating season for some animals *love is in the air*. I saw lots of birds , strictly speaking swallows and pigeons, flying in the sky finding their mates to ensure their continuity in this world. Squirrels are chasing around and fighting to be the best for their instinctive mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache.allposters.com/images/pic/NIM/PL004%7EMusician-in-The-Rain-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 359px;" src="http://imagecache.allposters.com/images/pic/NIM/PL004%7EMusician-in-The-Rain-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes to us. Rain helps us to feel refresh after a long torturing hot weather. A quench of rain drops on our skin is enough to satisfy our fatigue after a long day of struggling in our daily life. The coldness it brings help us to sleep soundlessly at night, become like a baby in the sweet cradle again. Waking up again in the morning make us feel never better before, and some of us, wait most of us will continue hibernating on the bed, I presume, during the cold day. How wonderful what rain change to the ambiance surrounding us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it. We all know how rain shaped our world everyday. Kids running joyfully, men hold their lovers hands as the walk under the rain &amp;amp; old folks have sweet coffee in the coffee shop, reminiscing pieces of their life that fall into places together as the rain falls down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are so amazing and thank God for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt; that He created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I really miss my childhood memories when I could ran happily and peacefully under the rain. Wish I am somewhere else when it's raining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-4360670031048515834?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/4360670031048515834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/4360670031048515834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/4360670031048515834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-6416749929497749915</id><published>2009-04-20T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:15:51.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you MEDAN! (Final Part)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SewpxWGaLgI/AAAAAAAAANk/m4ZKGN2tP6A/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SewpxWGaLgI/AAAAAAAAANk/m4ZKGN2tP6A/s400/IMG_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326678386995244546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HORAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there. So, finally, it comes to an end. This will be the last chapter of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Thank you MEDAN!"&lt;/span&gt; by me. In this chapter, there are a lots of exciting things that we did in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bukit Lawang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Medan City&lt;/span&gt;. So, go and enjoy yourself reading it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 09 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We woke up early (at 6.30 a.m.) for the jungle tracking&lt;br /&gt;- Water is very cold, so I decided just to wash my face and brush my teeth before entering the jungle&lt;br /&gt;- 7.30 a.m.: we were ready for the jungle tracking leaded by Ayub, a local tour guide&lt;br /&gt;- First 15 minutes was quite tiring because we climbed the steep hill. Furthermore, I haven't have my breakfast... huh&lt;br /&gt;- Inside the jungle, Ayub called for the orang utans&lt;br /&gt;- Waited for a long time (about 30 - 45 minutes) until we found one. However it was wild and it ran away from us... sob, sob, sob...&lt;br /&gt;- Waited patiently and we finally found another 2 wild orang utans&lt;br /&gt;- We fed the wonderful orang utans with bananas&lt;br /&gt;- We also met 2 English women (Allison and Sarah)&lt;br /&gt;- Ayub looked for and found 2 Thomas Leaf monkey (I mistakenly heard it as "tomaslip" monkey)&lt;br /&gt;- Very cool animal and we fed them with bananas&lt;br /&gt;- Went out of the jungle after that and arrived at the room at 10 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;- We rested at Bohorok riverside. I washed my feets and crocs there&lt;br /&gt;- Then, we went for brunch (I had fried rice with scrambled egg)&lt;br /&gt;- Check out at 12.30 p.m. and it was raining when we went back to Medan City&lt;br /&gt;- It was "Hari Mencontreng" a.k.a. Election Day. So, there were a lot of motorcycles and thank goodness there was no riot in Medan. Libur!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Reached Medan at 3.00 p.m. and again, we stayed at Labana Hotel&lt;br /&gt;- I was tired that afternoon. So, I took a nap until 6.30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;- We went to Minang's restaurant at 8.00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;- Had minang's food and they were absolutely fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;- I had salted fish fried rice + ayam penyet sambal pedas&lt;br /&gt;- Then, we went jalan-jalan around the Medan city by car drove by (who else if not) Wak Hadi&lt;br /&gt;- I enjoyed the city night life&lt;br /&gt;- Most of the shops were closed due to Pemilu (it means Pilihanraya). They were afraid there is gonna be a riot. Thank goodness there was no riot when we were there.&lt;br /&gt;- Returned to our room at 10.30 p.m. and I accidently fell asleep because I was tired&lt;br /&gt;- Woke up at 12 midnight just to take my bath and then rest again for the rest of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Salleh was bitten by leech during jungle tracking&lt;br /&gt;*Me and Bedi were almost got bitten by leech as well but manage to get rid of it&lt;br /&gt;*Allison has been to Sabah before. Bedi had a good chat with her&lt;br /&gt;*The minang's food cost up to 198, 000 rupiah!!! My portion was only 38, 000 rupiah and the rest were by Bedi and Salleh. But anyway, the food is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;*Salleh bought fried noodle at hotel for 19, 000 rupiah and it was quite nice too&lt;br /&gt;*I should have enjoy minang's food a little bit more even though it costs me bundles of money&lt;br /&gt;*Learn how to talk like the local Indonesians. It is very useful when you are buying stuffs and foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqTpoSsnNI/AAAAAAAAALM/KMjIvLQpfqY/s1600-h/IMG_0890.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqTpoSsnNI/AAAAAAAAALM/KMjIvLQpfqY/s320/IMG_0890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326231852718791890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Orang utan... such a wonderful, delicate creature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqTpZ9BQMI/AAAAAAAAALE/0e5451qdrfA/s1600-h/IMG_0835.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqTpZ9BQMI/AAAAAAAAALE/0e5451qdrfA/s320/IMG_0835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326231848869773506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeding the orang utan. Greatest moment to be in touch with the animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqTpj592-I/AAAAAAAAALU/Uxrx-DG7e44/s1600-h/IMG_0982.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqTpj592-I/AAAAAAAAALU/Uxrx-DG7e44/s320/IMG_0982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326231851541322722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thomas leaf monkey... A cool, friendly animal... It has Mohawk  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hair style :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqTp4pFivI/AAAAAAAAALc/uO_rIE10C6g/s1600-h/IMG_1049.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqTp4pFivI/AAAAAAAAALc/uO_rIE10C6g/s320/IMG_1049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326231857107667698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cleaning up after jungle tracking at Bohorok River.&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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqWilig6JI/AAAAAAAAALk/o3sulms1YsY/s1600-h/IMG_1099.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqWilig6JI/AAAAAAAAALk/o3sulms1YsY/s320/IMG_1099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326235030255626386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;The cheapest hotel we stayed in Medan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqWi3zubZI/AAAAAAAAALs/ifLElNa3d5A/s1600-h/IMG_0026.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqWi3zubZI/AAAAAAAAALs/ifLElNa3d5A/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326235035159653778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaving Bukit Lawang. We had a wonderful experience over there. Thank you Bukit Lawang... sob, sob, sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqWi7wFoNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rF4OsZZntEk/s1600-h/IMG_0038.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqWi7wFoNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rF4OsZZntEk/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326235036218138834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wonderful minang's food. Mouth-watering and delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 10 2009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(finally...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Woke up late (8 a.m.)&lt;br /&gt;- Rushed to check out because Wak Hadi was waiting (suppose to meet him at 8.30 a.m. but only manage to get things packed up at 9 a.m.)&lt;br /&gt;- We went out to try some much cheaper minang's food&lt;br /&gt;- I ate ayam pop + daun ubi rebus + perkedel (begedil) + sambal + nasi putih. Total, it costs me 14, 000 rupiah. I was really satisfied with the price.&lt;br /&gt;- After that, we went to Sultan Maimun Castle and we took some 'royal' pictures&lt;br /&gt;- It is a small castle and nothing really interesting over there&lt;br /&gt;- Me &amp;amp; Salleh bought postcards of Sultan Maimun Castle&lt;br /&gt;- Then, went to a batik shop&lt;br /&gt;- Bought batiks for Dr. Chong and my father. They are beautiful and very cheap&lt;br /&gt;- It is only 85, 000 rupiah (convert to Malaysian ringgit, it is only RM 28... I've told you, it's cheap)&lt;br /&gt;- Then, we bought Medan layer cake for 50, 000 rupiah&lt;br /&gt;- After that, we went to Plaza Mall Medan and shopped over there&lt;br /&gt;- I bought 3 CDs for 85, 000 rupiah... Damn cheap...&lt;br /&gt;- Then, we went to Polonia Airport to board our flight back to Penang at 2.30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;- We left Medan at 4.00 p.m. and we had a sweet journey in Medan... sob, sob, sob... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We were "attacked" by female shopkeepers where they were trying to sell skin cream. I managed to avoid it and did not buy their product even though they tried it on my skin... lol... pity Bedi and Salleh&lt;br /&gt;*I really found the CDs are very cheap and I used them to create background music of the video we took in Medan.&lt;br /&gt;*I found the trip is really worth it. It taught me to be responsible because being in another country without parents supervision test your leadership skills. And I managed to make the trip meaningful and packed with trips from town to town.&lt;br /&gt;*Felt I little bit sad in the airport because we finally left Medan after almost 1 week.&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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqWjANHvzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bwwuvD3dnXo/s1600-h/IMG_0063.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqWjANHvzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bwwuvD3dnXo/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326235037413654322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simple minang's food for breakfast. The last meal in Medan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqWjZ3xV5I/AAAAAAAAAME/sfRQGYDtMdU/s1600-h/IMG_0077.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqWjZ3xV5I/AAAAAAAAAME/sfRQGYDtMdU/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326235044303427474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 'royal' picture... lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqZAZz1jqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/iUqxk28Ex3I/s1600-h/IMG_0117.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqZAZz1jqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/iUqxk28Ex3I/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326237741526388386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In front of Sultan Maimun Castle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqZAo-i1jI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CH8mP59zVg0/s1600-h/IMG_0123.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqZAo-i1jI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CH8mP59zVg0/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326237745597830706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buying batik for my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqZA_o55NI/AAAAAAAAAMc/e9x0Y4jHwsI/s1600-h/IMG_0192.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqZA_o55NI/AAAAAAAAAMc/e9x0Y4jHwsI/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326237751681082578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Final hour in Medan... *sad*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqZA_xvSCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/mERsgyqTtLY/s1600-h/IMG_0226.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqZA_xvSCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/mERsgyqTtLY/s320/IMG_0226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326237751718135842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were back in Penang and had a wonderful time in Medan. Thank you Medan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; So, that's it. That's all about the trip in Medan. I created a 2-hour video about our trip in Medan and hope it will be a memory for us to be in Medan. Thank you for patiently reading my posts. Hope you yourself also enjoy reading them as much as we enjoy in Medan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-6416749929497749915?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/6416749929497749915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-medan-final-part.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/6416749929497749915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/6416749929497749915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-medan-final-part.html' title='Thank you MEDAN! (Final Part)'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SewpxWGaLgI/AAAAAAAAANk/m4ZKGN2tP6A/s72-c/IMG_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-6654997627897329806</id><published>2009-04-19T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:49:48.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you MEDAN! (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SewnuajGfOI/AAAAAAAAANc/I3Ww8jD4cWI/s1600-h/IMG_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SewnuajGfOI/AAAAAAAAANc/I3Ww8jD4cWI/s400/IMG_0629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326676137626467554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HORAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello surfers... To who ever who had follows my journal "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you MEDAN&lt;/span&gt;", this is the continuation of it. In this chapter, we went for a tour in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brastagi&lt;/span&gt; and also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bukit Lawang (Bohorok)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Surfers, enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 08 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Woke up at 7.30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;- I had a good sleep last night; bitten a few times by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_106"&gt;mosquitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It is cold in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_107"&gt;Brastagi&lt;/span&gt; (some more I was shirtless the whole night, it was damn cold)&lt;br /&gt;- Thank goodness there was hot shower&lt;br /&gt;- In the morning, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_108"&gt;Gundaling&lt;/span&gt;. It is a good spot to see the volcanoes&lt;br /&gt;- Volcano behind a male statue is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_109"&gt;Sinabung&lt;/span&gt;, meanwhile the one behind a female statue is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_110"&gt;Sibayak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There was a horse ride, but I didn't want to go for it even though it was cheap because of lack of time&lt;br /&gt;- From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_111"&gt;Gundaling&lt;/span&gt;, we went down back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_112"&gt;Brastagi&lt;/span&gt; for shopping&lt;br /&gt;- I bought a few T-shirts and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_113"&gt;ulos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my mom at a very cheap price (thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_114"&gt;Brastagi&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;: T-shirt from 30, 000 rupiah to 20, 000 rupiah&lt;br /&gt;: T-shirt XL from 35, 000 rupiah to 25, 000 rupiah&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_115"&gt;Ulos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from 80, 000 rupiah to 40, 000 rupiah&lt;br /&gt;- We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_116"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_117"&gt;Lawang&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_118"&gt;Brastagi&lt;/span&gt; at 11.30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;- Road is windy and in bad shape&lt;br /&gt;- Almost got into an accident - luckily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_119"&gt;Wak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_120"&gt;Hadi&lt;/span&gt; is a skillful driver and avoided the lorry&lt;br /&gt;- Caught in traffic jam when we almost reached Medan City&lt;br /&gt;- Stop at Medan for lunch; I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_121"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_122"&gt;soto&lt;/span&gt; and sup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_123"&gt;lembu&lt;/span&gt; (I was so hungry that i ate 2 meals for lunch... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_124"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;...). It was yummy and reasonably cheap&lt;br /&gt;- Continue the trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_125"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_126"&gt;Lawang&lt;/span&gt; on a very bad road&lt;br /&gt;- Reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_127"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_128"&gt;Lawang&lt;/span&gt; after 3 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;- At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_129"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_130"&gt;Lawang&lt;/span&gt;, we were looking for a cheap hotel. Finally, after a short walk in the jungle, we found a cheap hotel (the cheapest we ever stayed upon arriving in Medan). It cost only 80, 000 rupiah... Sweet...&lt;br /&gt;- In the evening, I booked a jungle tracking package for 200, 000 rupiah&lt;br /&gt;- I bought a pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_131"&gt;crocs&lt;/span&gt; for the jungle tracking&lt;br /&gt;-We had a dinner at the hotel cafe. The food price is a little bit expensive but the food taste quite nice&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep early after dinner (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_132"&gt;kroih&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_133"&gt;kroih&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_134"&gt;kroih&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_135"&gt;Salleh&lt;/span&gt; said something 'porno' along the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_136"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_137"&gt;Lawang&lt;/span&gt; (caught it by my ear... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_138"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_139"&gt;Salleh&lt;/span&gt; wanted to say sauce but end up saying rose (rose = sauce... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_140"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_141"&gt;Bedi&lt;/span&gt; farted in the room twice and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_142"&gt;toxificated&lt;/span&gt; the room... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_143"&gt;huhuhu&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;*I had a nice chat with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_144"&gt;Wak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_145"&gt;Hadi&lt;/span&gt;. He became friendly to us when we were in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_146"&gt;Brastagi&lt;/span&gt;. Nice to have him as the driver.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_147"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_148"&gt;Lawang&lt;/span&gt; reminds me of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_149"&gt;Saratok&lt;/span&gt;. I missed the longhouse and the river. I also missed the bridge that I used to run near my longhouse (that will then make the bridge swing... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_150"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... I always did that when I was small)&lt;br /&gt;*I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_151"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_152"&gt;Lawang&lt;/span&gt; because the air is fresh and the place is peaceful&lt;br /&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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SepA7MjYLMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Fc2EcOtrLVE/s1600-h/IMG_0652.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SepA7MjYLMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Fc2EcOtrLVE/s320/IMG_0652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326140895045102786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As the sign board said, Welcome to Gundaling Hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SepA6z3m8tI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ybarB0ZhCGA/s1600-h/IMG_0648.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SepA6z3m8tI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ybarB0ZhCGA/s320/IMG_0648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326140888419070674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Borneans... cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SepA7APYDBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SyXig1jfETc/s1600-h/IMG_0736.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SepA7APYDBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SyXig1jfETc/s320/IMG_0736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326140891739982866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crossing the bridge of Bohorok River. This is the type of bridge that I loved to run on. Missing home at that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqTpEKNjyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/e1Hf1yRhbbs/s1600-h/IMG_0744.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqTpEKNjyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/e1Hf1yRhbbs/s320/IMG_0744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326231843019525922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rocking in Bukit Lawang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, that's what we did when we were in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brastagi&lt;/span&gt; and when we arrived at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bukit Lawang&lt;/span&gt;. Brastagi offers a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good choice of fruits&lt;/span&gt; and also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;souvenirs&lt;/span&gt; (and of course I bought a few things as a memory from Brastagi. Even though the road to Bukit Lawang is unexpectedly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad,&lt;/span&gt; but upon arriving there, it reminded me of my hometown. Peaceful and green...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it for the third chapter. Wait for the final chapter of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Thank you MEDAN!"&lt;/span&gt; ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4488985295357304577-6654997627897329806?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/6654997627897329806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-medan-part-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/6654997627897329806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/6654997627897329806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-medan-part-3.html' title='Thank you MEDAN! (Part 3)'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SewnuajGfOI/AAAAAAAAANc/I3Ww8jD4cWI/s72-c/IMG_0629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-1833698269567580169</id><published>2009-04-19T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:15:26.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you MEDAN! (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqahTLk4uI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WyTWoy3norA/s1600-h/IMG_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqahTLk4uI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WyTWoy3norA/s400/IMG_0650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326239406194221794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HORAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello there! Thanks ya for reading up my previous post about Medan. And now, with no further delay, go on and read the next chapter of "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you MEDAN&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enjoy reading!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 07 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Had breakfast in the hotel in the morning - I had a fried rice with scrambled egg&lt;br /&gt;- Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Samosir&lt;/span&gt; Island at 8.30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;- 1 hour journey by ferry&lt;br /&gt;- Met an old lady - a nice lady - she requested us to sing songs for her (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Bedi&lt;/span&gt; sang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Laskar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Pelangi&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Tetaplah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Disisiku&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Samosir&lt;/span&gt; Island is very, very awesomely beautiful&lt;br /&gt;- Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Toba&lt;/span&gt; is very, very large (last time, I only managed to read about Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Toba&lt;/span&gt; from textbook, could not believe that I was actually over there myself to see Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Toba&lt;/span&gt;... Praise God.)&lt;br /&gt;- Water is dark blue, can't see anything below&lt;br /&gt;- Scenery is very, very beautiful&lt;br /&gt;- On the island: lake view is wonderful, lots of paddy field, the mountains look great &amp;amp; wonderful&lt;br /&gt;- The road is small and has a lot of puddles&lt;br /&gt;- Went to the Stone Chair where executions of the enemies and traitors were done by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Bataks&lt;/span&gt; 200 years ago&lt;br /&gt;- People are very desperate of customers - they forced us to buy stuffs from them&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Salleh&lt;/span&gt; was forced to buy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;sarung&lt;/span&gt; - they are cunning&lt;br /&gt;- Despite all that, I used my bargaining skills to buy batik (from 85, 000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;rp&lt;/span&gt; to 35, 000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;rp&lt;/span&gt;) &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;ulos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(shawl for 120, 000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;rp&lt;/span&gt; to 80, 000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;rp&lt;/span&gt;)... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;hohoho&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;- Visited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Batak&lt;/span&gt; King's tomb made of mountain stone (the oldest tomb, forgot how old it is, lost count I think... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;- Me &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Bedi&lt;/span&gt; ate B2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;panggang&lt;/span&gt; (B2 means pork)&lt;br /&gt;- The shop is smelly &amp;amp; a bit dirty&lt;br /&gt;- Praise God that nothing happen to our stomach&lt;br /&gt;- 1.30pm, journey from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Tomok&lt;/span&gt; (a town in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Samosir&lt;/span&gt; Island) back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Parapat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On the ferry, we met with a family - they own a food shop in Padang&lt;br /&gt;- They have a cute little boy named Edwin; he is so adorable :)&lt;br /&gt;- After that, we had a windy-road journey to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Brastagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The road is very windy - just like a snake&lt;br /&gt;- We played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;teka&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;teki&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Wak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Hadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Wak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Hadi&lt;/span&gt; told us a story about &lt;a href="http://www.indonesia-tourism.com/north-sumatra/toba_lake.html"&gt;Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Toba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://rapolo.wordpress.com/2008/05/17/batu-gantung-parapat/"&gt;Batu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Gantung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stopped at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Simarjarunjung&lt;/span&gt; to had a very nice ginger tea. It tastes very good with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;pisang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;goreng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Then, we continued our journey to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;Brastagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Managed to have a nice talk with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;Wak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;Hadi&lt;/span&gt; along the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;Brastagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We saw 2 active volcanoes named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;Gunung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;Sibayak&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;Gunung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;Sinabung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;Brastagi&lt;/span&gt; at 6 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;- Stayed in a budget hotel (after learning a lesson in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;Parapat&lt;/span&gt;) for 150, 000 rupiah&lt;br /&gt;- At 8 p.m., we went out for dinner&lt;br /&gt;- Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;Bedi&lt;/span&gt; had a roasted chicken and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;Salleh&lt;/span&gt; ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;ikan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;nila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;bakar&lt;/span&gt; (it is a type of fish; called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;Ikan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;Pacu&lt;/span&gt; in Malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;- The food taste &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; slightly different compared in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;- Then, I bought an adapter to charge my phone; I bought it for 9, 000 rupiah&lt;br /&gt;- Then, we looked for food in case we were hungry in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;- 11.00 p.m.: we went back to the hotel and had a rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Some people in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;Samorsi&lt;/span&gt; Island are 'dangerous'&lt;br /&gt;*If you have good bargaining skills, you can bargain a lot in Medan&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92"&gt;Samosir&lt;/span&gt; Island is great because of the scenery despite the shopkeepers over there are so desperate of customers&lt;br /&gt;*Food? Don't worry too much about getting food over there. Just make sure that you look for a clean shop&lt;br /&gt;*Water? If you can, try to drink sealed-bottled-water&lt;br /&gt;*To be friend with somebody, expect friendship and act :)&lt;br /&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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo4FRDTU2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/oDJnA3kqIGo/s1600-h/IMG_0231.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo4FRDTU2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/oDJnA3kqIGo/s320/IMG_0231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326131172446786402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On the ferry with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_93"&gt;Wak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_94"&gt;Hadi&lt;/span&gt; on the way to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_95"&gt;Samosir&lt;/span&gt; Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo7IaVdGBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Z4ntSCfPlhc/s1600-h/IMG_0299.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo7IaVdGBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Z4ntSCfPlhc/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326134525013334034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo7IMY9A4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/p0sJpDfTOfM/s1600-h/IMG_0296.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo7IMY9A4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/p0sJpDfTOfM/s320/IMG_0296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326134521269912450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Views of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_96"&gt;Samosir&lt;/span&gt; Island. It is so beautiful and you should go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo7IQRwiVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QZsETXAh0fI/s1600-h/IMG_0347.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo7IQRwiVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QZsETXAh0fI/s320/IMG_0347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326134522313476434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;An old woman trying to persuade us to buy stuffs from her shop. Hands in pocket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo7IutZD7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/pU29Y3-XNes/s1600-h/IMG_0352.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo7IutZD7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/pU29Y3-XNes/s320/IMG_0352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326134530482442162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;About to enter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_97"&gt;Kampung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_98"&gt;Siallagan&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_99"&gt;Batak&lt;/span&gt; village&lt;/span&gt;&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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo9otPxW7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/J2eWzGqS4xA/s1600-h/IMG_0368.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo9otPxW7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/J2eWzGqS4xA/s320/IMG_0368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326137278868839346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful view of the hill in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_100"&gt;Samosir&lt;/span&gt; Island. I am in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo9o3MTHmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cQhPthhY390/s1600-h/IMG_0377.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo9o3MTHmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cQhPthhY390/s320/IMG_0377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326137281538629218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_101"&gt;Batak&lt;/span&gt; Museum. Nice group picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo9o2suS2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/DJj0AKIfzrE/s1600-h/IMG_0451.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo9o2suS2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/DJj0AKIfzrE/s320/IMG_0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326137281406192482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edwin, the little star from Padang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo9pJqdSwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bm9ThwDn7ek/s1600-h/IMG_0512.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo9pJqdSwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bm9ThwDn7ek/s320/IMG_0512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326137286496963330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had a very nice ginger tea at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_102"&gt;Simarjarunjung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo9pTCFYQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/T4R6S6nexeI/s1600-h/IMG_0593.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo9pTCFYQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/T4R6S6nexeI/s320/IMG_0593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326137289011978498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arrived at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_103"&gt;Kaliaga&lt;/span&gt; Bungalow in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_104"&gt;Brastagi&lt;/span&gt;. The air is cold over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SepA6jHLu2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/rjLu_M2Elr8/s1600-h/IMG_0613.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SepA6jHLu2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/rjLu_M2Elr8/s320/IMG_0613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326140883920993122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had a very good roasted chicken for dinner :)&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SepA6jx_qrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZzSdpmEZOps/s1600-h/IMG_0594.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SepA6jx_qrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZzSdpmEZOps/s320/IMG_0594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326140884100557490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A present from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_105"&gt;Salleh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Reading back what I had wrote in this post, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;, that's a lot of things that we do that day. We had the best experience in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samosir Island&lt;/span&gt; and we really enjoy getting to know about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bataks, Karo&lt;/span&gt; and other ethnics, especially their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cultures&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;legends&lt;/span&gt;. Besides, with bargaining skills, we also enjoy buying stuffs over there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, wait till the NEXT chapter! See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-1833698269567580169?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/1833698269567580169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-medan-part-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/1833698269567580169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/1833698269567580169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-medan-part-2.html' title='Thank you MEDAN! (Part 2)'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SeqahTLk4uI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WyTWoy3norA/s72-c/IMG_0650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-6519144908932197597</id><published>2009-04-18T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:37:32.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you MEDAN! (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Sewgy5GdYrI/AAAAAAAAANU/zhESFsES6FI/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Sewgy5GdYrI/AAAAAAAAANU/zhESFsES6FI/s400/IMG_0376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326668517965914802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;HORAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bataks&lt;/span&gt; greet each other in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Samosir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Island&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we had a 1-week break and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Salleh&lt;/span&gt; decided to travel to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Medan, Northern Sumatra&lt;/span&gt;. Initial plan was to go to Bangkok but we canceled it because of unstable conditions in Thailand. Anyway, here I am going to summarize what we did during journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 05 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Met with a cute air hostess during the flight from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Polonia&lt;/span&gt;, Medan.&lt;br /&gt;- Arrived at Medan at 1845 (Indonesia time)&lt;br /&gt;- Bought a traveling package to travel around Medan with the cost of RM355 per person&lt;br /&gt;- Bought food for 7,000 rupiah&lt;br /&gt;- Stay over at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Labana&lt;/span&gt; Hotel for 150, 000 rupiah&lt;br /&gt;- The room has a king size bed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aircond&lt;/span&gt; but not really working and no extra power point (so had to unplugged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; to charge cellphone &amp;amp; camera batteries)&lt;br /&gt;- No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; for the whole night... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;huhuhu&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep at 12 midnight... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;zzz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Salleh's&lt;/span&gt; body shower &amp;amp; sunblock were confiscated during the security check in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; Airport&lt;br /&gt;*The hotel is in front of a cemetery (just realize it the next morning...)&lt;br /&gt;*Bought Indonesia Sim card (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SimPATI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Pe&lt;/span&gt; De) &amp;amp; top-up&lt;br /&gt;- funny experience because everything is in thousands rupiah... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;*Become millionaire in Indonesia (I had more than 2, 000, 000 rupiah in my pocket... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wala&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo4EyHtR0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/KrdWiRxeDM4/s1600-h/IMG_0020.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo4EyHtR0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/KrdWiRxeDM4/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326131164143765314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;We took picture with the captain and the cute air hostess of the flight&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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo4FMAeOiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KKAC98OIcUk/s1600-h/IMG_0045.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo4FMAeOiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KKAC98OIcUk/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326131171092740642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I became a millionaire after I reached Medan! Yahoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 06 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Woke up at 7.45am&lt;br /&gt;- Had breakfast in a stall just outside the hotel&lt;br /&gt;- had fried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Indo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ordered bottled-water but got bottled-tea... what the ____ (fill the empty space with appropriate word)&lt;br /&gt;- Met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Wak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hadi&lt;/span&gt; (our driver &amp;amp; tour guide)&lt;br /&gt;- Check out from hotel and start travelling to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Parapat&lt;/span&gt; at 9.30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;- A very long journey to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Parapat&lt;/span&gt; (4 hours journey by road)&lt;br /&gt;- Reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Parapat&lt;/span&gt; at 1.30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;- Had a lunch in a Muslim stall&lt;br /&gt;- Found a very nice hotel and it costs for 350, 000 rupiah!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Room is very, very nice and it's a suite! Everybody got their own bed. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;- The hotel attendant offered a massage service&lt;br /&gt;- Rest in the room until 6 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;- At 6 p.m., went out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Parapat&lt;/span&gt; small town to buy souvenirs - bought a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;baju&lt;/span&gt; batik for 35, 000 rupiah&lt;br /&gt;- Had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;soto&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;pecal&lt;/span&gt; for dinner&lt;br /&gt;- Reached hotel at 8 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;- Rest for the rest of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rejected the massage offer (I am playing safe dude...)&lt;br /&gt;*Warning and reminder, next time find a budget hotel because the hotel 'burns' my money!&lt;br /&gt;*T-shirts are super-duper cheap&lt;br /&gt;*Receive message very early in the morning from Dad&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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo4FNQzLQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FyVrWyRESjc/s1600-h/IMG_0172.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo4FNQzLQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FyVrWyRESjc/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326131171429657858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like the view from the hotel. The air is chill and it was very nice to be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Parapat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo7H-3NbjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/noYUhw9JEPg/s1600-h/IMG_0200.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo7H-3NbjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/noYUhw9JEPg/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326134517638721074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;soto&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;pecal&lt;/span&gt; at a Java food shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo4FUaU99I/AAAAAAAAAI0/EqUUSjzb_Sg/s1600-h/IMG_0209.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Seo4FUaU99I/AAAAAAAAAI0/EqUUSjzb_Sg/s320/IMG_0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326131173348669394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Displaying caps that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Bedi&lt;/span&gt; bought. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's what we did when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we arrived at Medan and during the first day in Medan&lt;/span&gt;. I still could not believe that I was actually there and all this trip is planned by ourselves. We really enjoy the air (it was freezing cold that night), environment and the people in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parapat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, wait till the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Need to break the original post into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 parters&lt;/span&gt; so that you able to enjoy more! Thanks ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-6519144908932197597?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/6519144908932197597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-medan.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/6519144908932197597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/6519144908932197597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-medan.html' title='Thank you MEDAN! (Part 1)'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/Sewgy5GdYrI/AAAAAAAAANU/zhESFsES6FI/s72-c/IMG_0376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-2745429082071071983</id><published>2009-03-23T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:23:37.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hud and his extended family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc91.deviantart.com/fs44/f/2009/063/5/8/The_Little_Boy_and_the_Old_Man_by_Crispy_Gypsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 506px; height: 349px;" src="http://fc91.deviantart.com/fs44/f/2009/063/5/8/The_Little_Boy_and_the_Old_Man_by_Crispy_Gypsy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Knowing is important, but the willingness to know is more vital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there... well it's been a very busy month for me; struggling for study and balancing my life with up coming events and programs. Well, I am not sure what to write or share in my blog this time, but perhaps I should pull some strings out of my closet so that you can see the skeleton inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hud is born into a family which has a moderate city-lifestyle. He has 2 siblings and being the youngest, he always fight to get what he wants. His parents are very nice people. They are well known by the town people. Every where they go, people will recognize them for sure. So, Hud also lives a life of being known in the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hud always got what he wants but not what he needs. When he asks for a new pair of shoes, his parents will go out for shopping and buy him a complete full set attire. When he asks for money, he will receive it without any delay. But, Hud always feel unhappy and being out of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hud loves his parents. But somehow, he is often being disappointed by his parents. Especially his father. When he hopes his parents will spend time with him, they go out for their business and works. When he needs somebody to talk with, his parents are out for meetings and courses. When he needs a shoulder to cry on, his parents are busy with their calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.med.ufl.edu/oea/admiss/pics/jax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 203px;" src="http://www.med.ufl.edu/oea/admiss/pics/jax.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hud went study abroad. There, he met an old man who is loving and caring. From the first sight, Hud already knew that, that old man might be somebody meaningful in his life one day. Hud always came and visited him. They always had a chat, topic ranging from war, life before independent day, family, siblings, study and love. Hud started to become close with him. Even closer than to his own parents. Whenever he needed somebody to listen to his problems, the old man was always there for him. He comforted Hud and tried to lend his hand to help him. Hud was very grateful knowing him for he is kind to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years has gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hud have to move on for study. In the new college, he meet somebody who is very well known in that place. He is a really friendly man and he talks with whoever who wants to talk with him. But, Hud never approach him, not even to say hello to the person when he is a fresh-man of the college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til one Friday afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2005/02/05/pt_twm_0602_ent-lead__200x116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2005/02/05/pt_twm_0602_ent-lead__200x116.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hud was lepaking inside a room in the college. He was actually wanted to do his work. Suddenly, the man came in and offered his hand and said hello. Hud offered his and they started to talk. At first, Hud felt a bit different while talking to that man. He felt very small but yet he always keep an open mind. The man was an awesome and wise man. He knew about almost everything. He shared everything with Hud. And that made Hud felt very closed to him. They talked and shared their point of view about religion, hometown, family, career, pet, love, friends, universalism and much more. The conversation had made Hud felt very closed to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from that moment, Hud really admires that man and always look upon him. He even asks him to teach him to be a well all rounded man. Hud feels very close to him. He is there when Hud is having problems. He is there when Hud seeks for advices. He is there when Hud needs support. Even though he is really busy and fully occupied by his work, he is willing to spend time talking and chatting with Hud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rasalthe1.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/dreaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 146px;" src="http://rasalthe1.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/dreaming.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Hud was thinking about all the important and influential men in his life. He always look up at the 2 men which have been really closed to him since he goes for study abroad. But, that night he realized one thing; out of everything and everyone, no one had sacrifice more than his own father. He learned something about truth in life that night; even though his father is always busy with his work, busy with phone calls, busy with minutes, busy with works and tasks... but actually, he does all of these things because of him, for the son he loves named Hud. For he loves his son, he sacrifices his leisure time to look for providence for his beloved son, Hud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is a story about Hud. I wonder what happen to him right now.&lt;br /&gt;May you have a blast Hud! I know you will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: All characters and events in the story are all fictional. No character are based on true life. Even when they are, it is only a coincidence. Images are impersonation of the characters. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-2745429082071071983?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/2745429082071071983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/03/hud-and-his-extended-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/2745429082071071983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/2745429082071071983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/03/hud-and-his-extended-family.html' title='Hud and his extended family'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-4846021878393637282</id><published>2009-03-10T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:47:48.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happened...</title><content type='html'>Ahoi!!! How are you guys out there? Things are going great with me. Last week was one of the best, even though I felt quite exhausted for the whole week. I think it was due to accumulated tiredness the week before that. Last 2 weeks, I've been sleeping for average of only 4 hours per night. Gosh, come to think about it, it is half the required sleeping time for healthy mental development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week after that, I felt very exhausted. Every time I woke up in the morning, I felt like a lazy bum. I felt very heavy and lazy to woke up. I know that everyone of my age has difficulty in waking up in the morning. Not for me, unless I slept very late at night (or early in the morning). I am a person who always wake up the first in the house. It's like I am the measuring stick of my housemates. Anyway, for that particular week, even though I was able to defend my title of being the first to get up of the bed every morning, but I totally felt very lazy to go for class. Thank goodness I am okay right now. And, I am still happy! Hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of my lazy blooming ass, let's get back to the track. Last week was one of the best week that I ever had since I came to Penang. I, still the same as before, have not got time to explore the Pearl of Orient. Thanks to my seniors, I am able to know a little bit about Penang, and understand why a lot of foreigners love to come to this island after a trip to one particular place in Batu Feringghi. I went out with them to have a very nice chat in Sunset Bistro. It is one of the most beautiful and coolest beach that I have ever been to. Thanks to my blissful ignorance, I am really happy being in the place. For your information, this place is a very good place to watch sunset. It was so beautiful that no words can describe the ambiance. Lots of couple sat at the shore and romantically watched the sun set down. Damn it, I love the beach. It's the bomb. Hopefully, I will manage to capture some pictures if I go to the beach again. Me and my seniors had a very nice chat and I am able to get close to them. I felt really happy in that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it. I had a very nice moment at Sunset Bistro. And I can't wait to go there next time.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all the nice seniors that have made me being one of them. What more can I ask then to acknowledge me as one of the PMC family? Wait, did I say family? Oh ya, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arigato!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-4846021878393637282?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/4846021878393637282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-what-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/4846021878393637282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/4846021878393637282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-what-happened.html' title='This is what happened...'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-877462454191452645</id><published>2009-02-27T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:39:16.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think, wait &amp; move on</title><content type='html'>Human. As long we remain as humans, we would never able to escape from problems. A person who doesn't have any problem may probably never live his life. Except if he is a living-dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems teach us to be mature. Without problems, perhaps we will never learn anything. Nothing. Nothing at all. But some how, there are problems in our life that may interrupt our normal days and turn everything upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I am sick with problems that are around me. Sometime, I think I can't hold it anymore. God damn it, I am still alive right now and able to post this. Recently, I have a problem, or so call not-literally-my problem. It is someone else problem, but I am caught in the middle of the internal conflict. This problem has affecting me for a very long time. I actually anticipated that this problem will happen. The best thing when you are able to see this coming is, when you are able to do something about it. The worst part is, when you are not able to do anything about it. This is what happened to me. I foresee the problem, but i could not do anything about it. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For several weeks, I held on to a hope that I will get over this matter as soon as possible. Everyday, I felt my life became sucks. Thank God, after watching Kami The Movie, I am able to be myself back. Since then, I have a motto in my life, a new tag for me to live on in this world; Life's suck, but there's still tomorrow. The hope that tomorrow will bring keep me sprout and sustain to stay and continue my life everyday now. Even with this motto, the problem was still bothering me until I shared with somebody that recently become very close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luraz.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/768x10243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 489px; height: 366px;" src="http://luraz.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/768x10243.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Hidup ini memang palat, tapi esok masih ada." To anyone who doesn't know what 'palat' is, it means 'suck'.&lt;br /&gt;I like this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite afraid to share this problem with him. But I pulled my socks and took some guts, and darely talked to him about this problem. Surprisingly, he is really understanding and after sharing it with him, I felt the weight of the world was being lifted off from my shoulder (of course, with a few advices). It was the first time that I felt the sense of freedom, with the capital F. Even until now, the moment I post this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my problem gone, now I can continue my life and focus on my study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really grateful that I meet you Dad. Thank you very much for all the time you have with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to my friends who keep on posting up comments in my blog. Keep it up and I'll bring you guys with more stuffs! Thanks ya for drooping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-877462454191452645?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/877462454191452645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/02/think-wait-move-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/877462454191452645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/877462454191452645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/02/think-wait-move-on.html' title='Think, wait &amp; move on'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-9172709143552481627</id><published>2009-02-19T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:00:11.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New semester, new resolutions</title><content type='html'>Hello there... It's been 1 week since the last time I updated my blog. Been quite busy catching up with my schedule, like other people as well. You know, study, work, training, music... sometime I got entangled in between these things. But it doesn't matter how busy my life is, as long as I can enjoy everything till I drop :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when ever we come to an end of something, we will get on board with something else. The end of sem 1 as a foundation year student remarked the next half of my journey in Penang before I go to Ireland. Sometime, I think, if I could have accepted the offer to Australia, I would have just started my journey to be a doc while the path that I take right now have manage to get me through 5 months of the same thing. Wait, what am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last semester has reflected our efforts and journey in our 1st term in PMC. Thank God, I got flying colours this time. I hope I will be able to maintain my achievement in sem 2. I know that I need to pull my socks right now because everything is getting tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides academic achievement, my concern this term is also my 'side-project'. I hope that I could spend some of my free time with music. PMC is having ballad session in the middle of March. It is someting like talent show in high school. So, anyone is allow to participate during the night. Hope that I'll be able to catch up with my schedule and perform that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my new baby last 2 weeks. It is a 2nd hand Yamaha bass guitar. It is still in good condition and it is very cheap. I hope that with the bass guitar, a better song can be played as I keep on finding ways to overcome this matter before.&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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SaFFY2epJeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ydDvxWMkyB0/s1600-h/IMG_0213.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SaFFY2epJeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ydDvxWMkyB0/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305598129262372322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My new baby, Yamaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bass Guitar&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SaFFZMwqRNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Q-ps395AEEU/s1600-h/IMG_0214.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SaFFZMwqRNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Q-ps395AEEU/s320/IMG_0214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305598135243523282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Ibanez Guitar, RX Series... My first baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot more that I want to share but some of my resolutions are personal. Need to keep them to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for dropping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-9172709143552481627?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/9172709143552481627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-semester-new-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/9172709143552481627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/9172709143552481627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-semester-new-resolutions.html' title='New semester, new resolutions'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SaFFY2epJeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ydDvxWMkyB0/s72-c/IMG_0213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-2900447022328201428</id><published>2009-02-10T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:29:47.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Boring Day (of my life?)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a public holiday for all Malaysian (except for people in Sabah &amp;amp; Sarawak) to mark the celebration of Thaipusam, a celebration for all Hindus. So, me and my friend went for an outing to Queensbay. We were planning to watch movie or to karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving at Queensbay, we were stunt (exageratting) when there is no preferable movie to be watched together. So, we went for a hunt for any k-box (where 'k' stands for karaoke). Somehow, we didn't find any in Queensbay and it was the beginning of the boring day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, the title of this post is "The Best Boring Day". Hahaha... It was a boring day, but it is not any ordinary boring day, it is the BEST boring day of my life. After failing accomplishing our wants, we went wondering around the big building. 1st was an anime + manga shop. We stopped by that shop and looked around for any interesting most popular-art-from-Japan (what else... manga lah!). Then, we moved on and went to another bookstore with difference purposes (which was not planned earlier). When we were there, we were laughing and teasing each other with the title of manga and anime... Look below at this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SZFnPi3ochI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JmoIxNXgyK8/s1600-h/Image%28574%29.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SZFnPi3ochI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JmoIxNXgyK8/s320/Image%28574%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301131753147626002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nana, how dare you not to tell you are one of Japan's Manga (hahahaha...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went shopping (my god, 3 guys went out shopping, what the hell is going on over here) in Jusco. I managed to grab a pair of shoes in which I paid for a very reasonable price. Seriously, I think it is one of the cheapest shoes that I ever bought in my life. I am glad to have them on my feet.&lt;br /&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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SZFnPdmskGI/AAAAAAAAAHU/He1JiMVgets/s1600-h/IMG_0129.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SZFnPdmskGI/AAAAAAAAAHU/He1JiMVgets/s320/IMG_0129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301131751734415458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My second skateboarding shoes after DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping, we went to a watch shop to repair my roomate's watch. The shopkeeper (which is a woman) is a very nice person. She dealt with us nicely and like the way she entertained her customers. Then, walked down to a bookstore, Border. Recently, I bought two books and I am still reading them. So, i didn't want to buy any book over there. But, it is still a very big impressive book store. Salute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SZFnPqwgEAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-Gs6F1nnhM4/s1600-h/IMG_0138.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SZFnPqwgEAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-Gs6F1nnhM4/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301131755265200130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great books for thinker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the jeez of what I did during my best boring day. Guess the story is also boring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-2900447022328201428?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/2900447022328201428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-boring-day-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/2900447022328201428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/2900447022328201428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-boring-day-of-my-life.html' title='The Best Boring Day (of my life?)'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SZFnPi3ochI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JmoIxNXgyK8/s72-c/Image%28574%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-8506578329392555210</id><published>2009-02-09T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:51:15.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going back to... what?</title><content type='html'>09 Feb 2009, man, I am going to remember this date forever in my life. At least I am trying to embed it in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marked the new journey of us (foundation year 2009) to embark in our 2nd sem. Darn, I finished my 1st sem already. How good am I in my sem 1 is still yet to be known (until tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, me and my housemates went to Genting Highland to get rid of our boredom during holiday. It was wonderful to have friends around us to enjoy the rides. Somehow, I felt that Genting Theme Park has lost its thrills. When i hop in the tremendous-electrifying 'flying coaster', which is suppose to be its signature attraction, i felt nothing more than just a thrill. Perhaps, I am already 'immune' to this ride. Anyway, it was really glad to have friends along with me during the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SZAWqYTybnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NgF5W8L2aGI/s1600-h/IMG_0031.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SZAWqYTybnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NgF5W8L2aGI/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300761678750838386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went back to Penang. It was a long trip but enjoyable with a capital 'E'. Seriously, I enjoy the trip back to Penang, We laughed to our own jokes, made fun on each other and still we kept our sense of humour that made the journey great. Hahahahaha....&lt;br /&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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SZAWqkia1OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5ZtuAKgIXiw/s1600-h/IMG_0065.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SZAWqkia1OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5ZtuAKgIXiw/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300761682033431778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;5 friends going back to Penang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sempat ambik&lt;/span&gt; gambar tengah drive...huhuhu..&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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SZAWq3thSnI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hsaCuZ0RK9w/s1600-h/IMG_0116.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SZAWq3thSnI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hsaCuZ0RK9w/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300761687180266098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset... It's so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SZAWq02qE8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/8sXYrIVF7-A/s1600-h/IMG_0121.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/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SZAWq02qE8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/8sXYrIVF7-A/s320/IMG_0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300761686413284290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penang Bridge. Always like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am back in  Penang with new same hope, like all medic students hope for, to be successful in this semester. Chayo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-8506578329392555210?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/8506578329392555210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-going-back-to-what.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/8506578329392555210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/8506578329392555210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-going-back-to-what.html' title='I am going back to... what?'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SZAWqYTybnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NgF5W8L2aGI/s72-c/IMG_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-9046652234478574752</id><published>2009-01-29T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:01:53.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>Damn it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored. Seriously, I am bored right now because I have nothing to do (duh...). I've been spending 1/3rd of my holiday with nothing... Oh my god... I've wasted my life. I should have think of doing something during the holiday. I feel so free right now, so free that I am trapped in my own freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I do did something past few days. But nothing significant to my life. You know, outing, jalan-jalan cari makan... and more. I also watched a few movies using my ASUS laptop great screen (thanks dad!). I have a lot of movies but I am not a movie-guy. I do not stay at night to watch movie... and I am not the type of man who spend few ringgits for a movie in cinema. Unless there is something that is really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about movie, this year I am anticipating for 3 movies: Dragonball, Transformers 2 and Wolverine. I can't wait to watch these 3 movies... (bila lagi movie2 ni nak kluar...)&lt;br /&gt;I've watched the trailer for Dragonball and from there I can say that it may not be as good as everyone expect. When Fox anounced about the Dragonball movie production, i was really eager and looking forward to watch it... Somehow, i am dissapointed with the trailer. But still, i am waiting for the movie (because I still love Dragonball manga &lt;--- one of my favourite comic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I am also done watching House M.D. season 5. I downloaded some of the season 5 episodes during the examination week (so brave).  House is still great ( I think Greg is getting better, he started to be like a human now in the latest season). The story line was just so great. Twist with another twist and ended up twingling until House came and straighten up the thread. Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll update myself with what I am doing in next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-9046652234478574752?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/9046652234478574752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/01/boring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/9046652234478574752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/9046652234478574752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/01/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-7563703678422058234</id><published>2009-01-24T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:31:29.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, myself and him</title><content type='html'>Hi guys. I am sorry that i have not update my blog since last year. I have been very busy with my examination that i could not spare some time to think of any idea of what to blog. Apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 30 days had been really exhaustive, hectic days. Examination always make me feel that way and to tell you guys the truth, this is the first time that I feel scared for examination. I have never had felt the cold blood running through my veins since I sat for my PTS (it was the Primary 3 examination that allows student to skip Primary 4 direct to Primary 5). I was scared for my biology paper. But, thanks god that I was able to finish the paper and did it with peace and calmness. I wonder why did I so scared for that paper... Perhaps, the "burden" that I carried with the title when I got highest mark for that subject during mid-sem exam cause me to feel scared. Anyway, my examination is over and I got 2 weeks to enjoy myself! Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this 2 weeks, I planned to spend one week staying with my foster family at Banting. To those of you who had read my previous post and poem in &lt;a href="http://myfreeverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;my new blog&lt;/a&gt;, and wonder what happen to both of us right now, we already back to square one. My foster father (Abah) had apologized to me when I told him about this. He said that he did not realize what he did had hurt me so much. He also said that he was stressed at that time. I forgive him for now I know that my "sixth sense' is right and true. I am not the one who caused him to be stressed or angry or acting like he was hating me, but it is actually the new guy. I am glad that now I am able to get rid of these feelings (guilt, scared, sad) that haunting me since July 2008. Thank you God. This is the biggest test from Him that i've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am happy with Abah and I am really glad that we are back the way that we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;We chat and joke with each other the way we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;We share our opinions and thoughts the way we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;We sit and dine together the way we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;We work together the way we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Abah for taking care of me, for loving me as your own son, and most of all...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Abah for your love and sacrifices...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-7563703678422058234?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/7563703678422058234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-myself-and-him.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/7563703678422058234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/7563703678422058234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-myself-and-him.html' title='Me, myself and him'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-7207757524497886197</id><published>2008-12-30T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T06:22:04.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't care anymore...</title><content type='html'>Hello there everyone, it's been a long time since the last time I updated my blog. It's been a very busy month... Studying and revision fill up my schedule now for this month. I am having exam next month (starts at 12 Jan 2009). It is our final sem 1 exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit stress with my study, work and relationship. I don't know why things happened the way that I didn't expect. It's already the end of the year of 2008. Thank God for His grace and love that I am still able to be myself till the end of the year. Many things had happened this year. From my relationship with my family and extended families, friends and relatives, enemies and nemesis, God and all other people around me. I keep on reminiscing my pasts and there are a lot of things that sometime I want to redo and undo. Not that I regret what had happened to my life, but I know that I could have make them much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I have been affected by a lots of people this year. I mean, seriously, I have known and become very closed to a few people. And I can sense that my life has change because of them. I am still wondering whether I will be the person that I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year marked the 2nd year since I met and become one of the member of my foster family. I am very glad that I have a family that is able to love me as their family member too despite all the differences that we have. Thank you God for letting me to choose the path of my life and guiding me all these while. I really love my foster family, especially Abah and Ibu. I treat them the same way I treated my own parents. I respect them as my own dad and mom. I still remember my prayer during new year eve last year; I want to learn how to love all the people that I know and I want God to teach me how to love unconditionally. And guess what, I believe this is a part of His plan for me. Knowing Abah and Ibu, I have learned a lot on how to love other people, unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I become very closed to my foster parents. I guess, it's about sincerity and "give and take" in a relationship. Well, when I accepted them as my own parents, I didn't expect the same thing as I expect from my own parents. I know my limits, however, whenever they need me there as a son, I always try best to be there for them. Oh ya, not to forget, sacrifices also play a very vital roles in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since my foster parents met a new person (that's gonna be part of the family too), my foster dad changed but not my foster mom. I know he is going to be quite important to the family, but my foster dad started to be someone else that I don't really know quite well. He scolded me once and I don't mind because it shows me that my foster dad loves me. I really love him (platonically) and I hope he still loves me the way he used to love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I don't know why I have the feeling of "hatred" over the new person. I know that there is something wrong with him but I could not point it out. I already mentioned this to my foster mom and she also agreed with me. I know there is something wrong with him and I could not make the head or tail of it. I am certainly not jealous over him. But there is something bad that's gonna happen and I SEE THAT'S COMING (It's a gift and a curse to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really want to get back to them and be the way that we used to be. I have never regret knowing them. I always tell myself that I am the luckiest person in the world to have another parents to be my parents. I really love my foster family. And now, I really miss them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end this post with something I wrote during my way back to my sweet little hometown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memories&lt;br /&gt;keep bothering me&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that what I've done&lt;br /&gt;could hurt you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the past&lt;br /&gt;That had happened to you&lt;br /&gt;Are haunting me every nights and days&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could put all of them to my grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;I give it all away&lt;br /&gt;To get back to you&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Let's start all over again&lt;br /&gt;Please come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually lyric that I wrote... but haven't got time to put rhythm into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all folk. Happy New Year to everyone. May The Almighty blesses and brings joy to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-7207757524497886197?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/7207757524497886197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-care-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/7207757524497886197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/7207757524497886197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-care-anymore.html' title='I don&apos;t care anymore...'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-3400084913823583784</id><published>2008-12-12T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:29:07.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday - Today</title><content type='html'>Hi guys. It's Friday and it is my day again to sit and think about something to type for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;This week, my life have been out of focus for quite sometime. I don't know what keeps on bothering me. But, anyway I am still happy of what I am now (this is for sure... hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before, my friend and I had a good conversation. We were talking about "TECHNOLOGIES". It is so much fun talking about the fast-moving gadgets and technologies. I mean, see how much technologies changed and improved. It is so fast that Intel needs to come out with Quad-Processor :) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am just bluffing. You guys know exactly what I am talking about, rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the stuffs that me and my friend talked about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Pendrive @ Thumbdrive @ Portable Media Storage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the very first time I had my first pendrive. It was in the year of 2005 (when I was in Form 5). I was VERY HAPPY to have a PENDRIVE. And you know what, it was 128MB (the largest capacity for a pendrive at that time is 512MB, huhuhu). At that time, I felt like I was the most advanced guy in the school (actually I fell into 2nd place because my friend who introduced me to "PENDRIVE" got it first). I was very proud "showing off" my pendrive to my friends and also to my teachers (smug). I put it around my neck and walked around the school with pride (God, please forgive me for acting like that). Hahaha... And guess how much did I pay for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM144 cash for a 128MB silver-Kingston pendrive!&lt;/span&gt; It cost me my fortune at that time. And, of course at that time I was "sponsored" by my parents, not like today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in 2008, you can get a PENDRIVE with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16GB for RM119.&lt;/span&gt; WTF??!!! It is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;125 times larger &lt;/span&gt;than my very FIRST PENDRIVE and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheaper&lt;/span&gt; by RM25. Huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) External Hard Disk @ Portable Hard Disk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard there is one thing call "External Hard Disk" in the year of 2006, and its ability to store massive amount of data, documents and files, I already set in my target-of-the-year list to have one by the end of 2006. I saved my money to buy an EXTERNAL HARD DISK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, in September 2006, I bought one EXTERNAL HARD DISK during PC FAIR at Kuching, Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess how much did it cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM289 for a 40GB EXTERNAL HARD DISK.&lt;/span&gt; OMG!!! I spent another portion of my fortune to have extra HARD DISK. Thank goodness my parents supported me at that time. Fuhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently, I bought my THIRD EXTERNAL HARD DISK in Penang. Guess how much did I spend this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM260 for a 320GB EXTERNAL HARD DISK.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, it is very impressive as I love to collect intertainment medias e.g. musics &amp;amp; movies. And I am really grateful for having an EXTERNAL HARD DISK that is 8 times larger than my first one. Hohoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sure that there are still a lot of things that I did not mention but you know what they are. Technologies keep on improving and advancing as years pass by. But, it is really funny to observe and reflect the moment that we have something that we use now. You know, they costed you a fortune before but now, they are things that can be buy with cheaper price tahn before with GREATER VALUES. They are going to keep on CHANGING and they are GETTING BETTER and BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, folks watch what you are buying and remember the year. In the next future, you will laugh at what you have buy today (if you know what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-3400084913823583784?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/3400084913823583784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-today-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/3400084913823583784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/3400084913823583784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-today-tomorrow.html' title='Yesterday - Today'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-374958171573923842</id><published>2008-12-08T07:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:16:32.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being together</title><content type='html'>Hey there guys... Thanks for visiting my page and thanks for dropping comments on my previous posts. You guys out there have been really encouraging me to keep on blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i have been drying out of idea of what to share. I don't really know what topic i can deliver this time but I've just got an inspiration for this post. It's about something that is very close to us but we seem not able to see it. It's about being together with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been traveling quite a lot to different kind of places. From my small, sweet hometown to the busy city lifestyle, i've been wondering to various kind of places. And one thing that i really enjoy the most when I am traveling is, guess what? The PEOPLE. Seriously, I don't know why I am born to be "talkative" person. I guess the only reason I can give now why I am a people-man is I cannot stand quietness and I really need to talk. Whenever it feels quiet, I always try to break it and start a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am not really a people-man, but some of my friends said that I am one. Some of my friends told me that I am a friendly man. I don't know how friendly I am but I am trying to be what i want to be, that is to be ME :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being together with people is the nature of human. I cannot imagine myself leaving on an island ALONE (just like Tom Hank in the movie "Cast Away"). We, humans love to live around people... but not with everyone in the world. You see, we are actually quite selective when we hang around with people or even our friends. We may feel more comfortable with one of our friends but not to the others. I also feel the same too. We feel more comfortable with somebody but not with somebody else. We can share more ideas, jokes and thoughts with that person but not with anybody else. I've been wondering why does this happen (of course, as a human). I figure it out and it actually finally comes to 2 word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMILARITIES and SUITABILITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we meet a person for the very first time, we find it is quite hard to start a conversation. We seem to be lost in the midst of finding ideas of what to talk about. This because we have not found the similarities between us and the person we just met. I know that is not true for everyone because some people just know how to start a conversation. But initially, they also find difficulty in starting a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am not going to blog about how to start a conversation. What I am going to point out here is what makes we feel more comfortable with a person but not to another person. It is actually back to our own principle of our life. We feel more comfortable speaking to a person who shares some similar traits with us. I always looked and observed people around me. They do talk to everyone but one thing that I observed is that, they will feel more comfortable when they talk to someone. They talk more comfortably with that person compared with the others. Humans are more comfortable when they found something that is familiar and similar to them. This also applied the same in our daily conversation. We feel more comfortable speaking with people who share the same styles and traits with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very dangerous because if we are going to stay like this, we will tend to be more selective in our conversation. This may lead to bias and "mistreated" and "misconception" towards another people. We share something with a person we feel comfortable with but not to the others. I know you may mention that we want to take care of another people's feelings but why through ignoring them? You may never know that they wanted to hear the same thing because you are ignoring them because they are not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we also need to trust in building relationship. As we have more trust with one fellow, we feel secure when we share our thoughts with that person. We feel more secure sharing what we feel and what we think with somebody that we trust. Thus, we will be able to eliminate the earlier problems that I've pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When somebody is suitable with us, we tend to turn to that person to talk with but not with others. We are able to share without hesitation with that person.&lt;br /&gt;When you this, you are already ignoring some other people who might be a better person than the person that you already have. As you carry on, you will only laugh and cry with "this person" but not with the others. Then, this will limit the number of people that you are going to share your thought with. As it continue, only a small number of people will really know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong of having a small number of people who now us better and whom we can share our thought with. But isn't it will be much better if we can share our thought with more people...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it will be much better if we can be good and nice to everyone...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it will be much better if we have lots of best friends instead of only one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. Be universal (Thanks, Dad).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-374958171573923842?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/374958171573923842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/374958171573923842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/374958171573923842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-together.html' title='Being together'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-2010901329699136048</id><published>2008-11-29T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T08:41:38.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking, sharing, gaining and learning...</title><content type='html'>Hi guys. Thanks ya for visiting my page. I've been experiencing quite a good week. I've got time to spend for myself (not like a couple of weeks before where i've been focus out of my purpose of life). Anyway, how is life going over there, friend? Hope you guys are also having a good week as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this time I am not going to tackle the topic "Love". But i still have something that is might fall in to your interest. This time I am going to tackle a topic about "sharing and learning with OLDER people".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, i know you guys might say that "I'll know what are going to talk about". But anyway, have you guys really experience how does it really feel to talk with the elderly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me myself, i've been spending quite sometime talking with older people. I like to talk with older people because they have taste the salt more than us. That's why they got kidney problem after that... hahaha. I am just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/STFsAyfglLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uzttRQuAfas/s1600-h/baruchWiner.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/STFsAyfglLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uzttRQuAfas/s400/baruchWiner.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274115399437292722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am seriously have learned a lot from them. Perhaps because it is my nature to talk with older people. When ever i go back to my village (my longhouse to be exact), I've always find some time to spend a lot of my time talking and sharing with my grandfather. I love talking with him because he has a lot of things and experiences to share with me. I love listening to his opinions and sharing my views about life and on what happening around. But, recently my grandfather became partially deaf and he could not really listen to what i am trying to share with him. Sigh... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how or rather, I still find some of my time to talk with somebody who is much older than me. I have a lot of "old friends" whenever I go to a certain place. I can really connect and converse with them. I always find it is easy to find a topic to talk about (or sometime they find the topic to talk about... most of the time actually). I can easily grew fond to an older person as long as they are willing to become my "teacher" to teach me about "life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very reason I love talk with older people is, I know that they have the answers towards the life problems. Reason why? Because the have more experiences than me. That's the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that whenever I approach them to ask for advice, I believe that they always have one because they have been through my stage at one point of their life. And they know exactly what i am asking about. Even if they don't know, they will always have good and nice experiences to share with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/STFsbeTBw8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/mbytzXua9lM/s1600-h/goy031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/STFsbeTBw8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/mbytzXua9lM/s400/goy031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274115857872700354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when I talked with my foster father (who is actually quite an old man), he always told me, "youngsters know a lot of stuffs through learning (and imagining what's happening) but old people have a lot of knowledge because they experienced them." I always envy old people because they have more experience  than me but I will wait for my turn to speak with the young people in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know that some of us is too shy to talk and share our thoughts or feelings with the elderly. Some of us are shy of them because we don't want them to point out what we have done wrong or what we could have done better to improve our life. Some of us is just to shy to admit what they have did in their life, what they believe about life and what they commit their life into, to the elderly. I know how does embarrass feel like when you approach old people but which one is more shameful: to know that what's wrong at the first place or to do something wrong that we could have avoid if we seek for guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot to be gained when we talk with another person who is much older than us. Talking with a person who is older than us make us more mature. We become more realistic and rational in our life and in our action. I want to quote one story that is told by my "dad" when i met him last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tim, you want to know one thing. I've spoken to a young lady recently and she told me that she rather talk with people who come from the same age as her."&lt;br /&gt;"Then, what?"&lt;br /&gt;"And then i asked her, what will you learn from a person who have the same level of experience as you? Talk with somebody who is older than you than you will learn something new and fresh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's true. I know some of you might disagree with what i mentioned but anyway that is the truth. You will learn better from a person who have the first hand information. From a person that have been living and experiencing life more than us. You may have learned something from your friends but most of the time they heard of what they said from somebody else or they just use their logical thinking to at least give their opinions. But older people will answer your questions with their experiences. Which one is more valuable and more believable: Imagination or Logic or Experiences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination and logical thinking can sometime be right and sometime be wrong. But experience, what can be wrong with it. Experience is something that is true, something that is gain when a person pass through the time of their life. And there is no false experience (unless that person lie to you in which is unlikely to older people because they have the true experience to share with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning from others experience is very vital in our life. Because we may not be able to experience what other people experienced. We might not see or view the world and life from the angles other people see them. This is why we need to learn from them; to see what they see and to view how they view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/STFsawnHggI/AAAAAAAAAFw/A3wFTRZdIkg/s1600-h/AF+B-SHC1031-CE+Grandfather+%26+Son+Checkers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/STFsawnHggI/AAAAAAAAAFw/A3wFTRZdIkg/s400/AF+B-SHC1031-CE+Grandfather+%26+Son+Checkers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274115845608931842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that there is some cons when you learn from others experience. One of them is that you will not be able to experience the things that you have learned from other people to the fullest because you know about it already. Anyway there is nothing wrong by learning from older people because in this world there is so much more to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, there are people who experienced things by themselves but some other people learned from the others. It is just like scientists. Some scientists create their own hypothesis and test it themselves. And other scientists, they re-experiment what they observed from other scientists founding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friends, that's about it. I am really glad that I finally can share about this to you guys out there because I found that the younger generations nowadays spend less time with older people. I hope that you will learn something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and spend sometime with your grandparents, your parents and who ever older people that you know.&lt;br /&gt;Because it is always worthy to spend our time with them (for the precious moments and knowledge that we learn from them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-2010901329699136048?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/2010901329699136048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/11/talking-sharing-gaining-and-learning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/2010901329699136048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/2010901329699136048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/11/talking-sharing-gaining-and-learning.html' title='Talking, sharing, gaining and learning...'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/STFsAyfglLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uzttRQuAfas/s72-c/baruchWiner.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-2897843452383698691</id><published>2008-11-25T02:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T02:07:53.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/iqhometest/hearty.gif" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cardiology is the best of all specialties. As a cardiologist, you'll be sure to profit from the sharp increase in obesity. You'll open at clinic across the street from a McDonalds and retire a billionaire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-2897843452383698691?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/2897843452383698691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/2897843452383698691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/2897843452383698691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am.html' title='I am a...'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-4392269821577838306</id><published>2008-11-24T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:42:58.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sightseeing at Taman Bunga P. Pinang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SSquw7nEMKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1ihOGQXLufI/s1600-h/Under+the+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SSquw7nEMKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1ihOGQXLufI/s400/Under+the+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272218469449085090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, after 2 months being in Penang, i managed to get the opportunity to shoot nice scenery pictures in Penang. To be exact, i went to Taman Bunga Pulau Pinang for shooting session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great evening even though the weather was not at my side. It was drizzling when i arrived there. But, God is very wonderful. The rain stopped and I used that opportunity to shoot some pictures. Even though the weather was quite gloomy, I was very determined to take some pictures (hehehe... photography is still my passsion). I was wondering if it the day was continue to rain, i am still going to shoot some pictures, in the rain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that place is totally great. It is beautiful and the hill is marvelous. I thought that Penang does not have this kind of place, but my thought was wrong. Penang does have this place and it is really magnificent. Even though i took the pictures during gloomy evening, but they still turn out to be nice scenery pictures. Take a look at some of the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SSquw38lD-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/d8TfA_RKQoU/s1600-h/Warna-warni+pelampung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SSquw38lD-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/d8TfA_RKQoU/s400/Warna-warni+pelampung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272218468465577954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SSquwkXxkhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/o0JpGhP1z-Q/s1600-h/Trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SSquwkXxkhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/o0JpGhP1z-Q/s400/Trees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272218463210934802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SSquwWougBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NEQadcqeaWg/s1600-h/Training+for+Sage+mode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SSqlqmgEVQI/AAAAAAAAACg/TpTuchqkPV8/s400/Greeny+meadow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272208465098724610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SSqlqH-XOnI/AAAAAAAAACI/KQR98OjOUNk/s1600-h/Fiq+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SSqlqH-XOnI/AAAAAAAAACI/KQR98OjOUNk/s400/Fiq+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272208456904292978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SSqiPSKT7hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sNhaK2_buN0/s1600-h/Cintailah+sungai+kita+%28love+our+rivers%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SSqiPSKT7hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sNhaK2_buN0/s400/Cintailah+sungai+kita+%28love+our+rivers%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272204697247411730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SSqiPB5OUWI/AAAAAAAAABw/xX7rjum6kyE/s1600-h/Blue+sky+and+angiography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SSqiPB5OUWI/AAAAAAAAABw/xX7rjum6kyE/s400/Blue+sky+and+angiography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272204692880773474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SSqiOGk-YbI/AAAAAAAAABY/z_xqCLaWDcM/s1600-h/An+old+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SSqiOGk-YbI/AAAAAAAAABY/z_xqCLaWDcM/s400/An+old+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272204676958151090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is a couple of monkey's pictures but no need to worry. They are nice animal. I mean, seriously, the monkeys over there are quite civilized. They don't jump on you and grab your food. The only think that you should worry about them is, they like to eye on you (for food of course) . Sometime, they look pretty harmful but actually no. They are quite timid. I think this the most timid monkeys that i have ever encountered. Nice monkeys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air over there is refreshing. The green grass clean my eyes and the beautiful scene reminds me of the power of The Almighty. How beautiful are His creations. It is a great place to go. It's nothing but extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's about it. I am really thankful to Fiq (Fiq, thanks a lot ya!) because he brought me to this place and it is really nice. A lot of people jog over there and I really want to jog there because the place is so green and refreshing. It is nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, green!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-4392269821577838306?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/4392269821577838306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/11/sight-seeing-at-taman-bunga-p-pinang.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/4392269821577838306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/4392269821577838306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/11/sight-seeing-at-taman-bunga-p-pinang.html' title='Sightseeing at Taman Bunga P. Pinang'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SSquw7nEMKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1ihOGQXLufI/s72-c/Under+the+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-2744300727279983643</id><published>2008-11-21T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:13:26.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aargh!!! (God, please forgive me and forgive him)</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to start this blog because I am so PISSED OFF of what had happened last night. I could not believe this is the out come when i helped somebody.&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, what has happen to the world. Why would my life become more miserable when i helped somebody? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;I could not hold this anger feeling any longer and i could not find any other ways to release it. And that's why i will blog it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my friend come to visit me because he wanted to copy some of the movies that i have. And the incident began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody that i have helped before suddenly did something that is small but quite a big matter. It's not the matter of life and death, but it could be if i wanted too. He accidentally locked the bathroom's doors. Not only his bathroom's door but also mine! My goodness, how come he can become so careless in his "life and action"... I was standing still, did not know what to say because the thing happen within at most 5-8 minutes. Just a few minutes after he locked his bathroom, he locked my bathroom's door. For your information, our house only have 2 bathrooms. And why i hardly forgive him  is, he did the locking-all-the-bathroom's door thing within 5-8 minutes. It's just like a couple of minutes after i reminded him not to lock the door when not using it and also reminded him to make sure it is unlock after he use the toilet. This is like "totally" unforgiven!&lt;br /&gt;F***... I don't want to give a f*** about this, but it cost my day to be miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make thing worst, I'll call the maintenance of this house to come and bring the keys to unlock the door (because he has the keys and I don't). Worse still, he is outstation. And then i call my other 2 housemates asking for the landlady's contact number, worse still, they don't have her number. Then, I have to wait for evening to wait for the maintenance to come back from outstation to unlock the bathrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the damn door actually. What i really care is, how come he forgot what i said and told and mentioned and advised him in a couple of minutes? I know that human have some difficulty to change, but hey... this is only a small-bad habit to change. I have not asked him to change his worst attitude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more, it happened a few times in his previous house. And yet, he is still the same after he entered this house. Have he ever done "muhasabah diri"? AARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness... With all the love of world, i ask for forgiveness and i want God to forgive him. Because he didn't know what he do... May the Lord assist him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God forgive me of what i've done...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-2744300727279983643?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/2744300727279983643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/11/aargh-god-please-forgive-me-and-forgive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/2744300727279983643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/2744300727279983643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/11/aargh-god-please-forgive-me-and-forgive.html' title='Aargh!!! (God, please forgive me and forgive him)'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-472358717368014996</id><published>2008-11-17T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:07:04.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in dilemma...</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I just received my exam papers back and I did not do very well in my exam. I know that i could have done much better but it seems far from reality now. I know that my result is an eye-opener for me to prepare myself for the real exam next year. Hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is not the reason why i am in dilemma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been in Penang, there have been nothing much that I have done (and enjoy) through out the couple of months. I have never got the time to enjoy myself here and I really want to do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while I've been studying and studying... I do play some sports but that is not my passion.&lt;br /&gt;My real passion is in music. MUSIC stand so much meanings in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have got no chance to do what a passionate about. I really want to play my keyboard and my guitar back in my home at Sarawak. I really miss playing guitar and keyboard... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether i am going to bring my guitar to Penang or not after end of year break because my parents do not allow me to do so. I am in dilemma because i could not do what i really want to do. I mean, besides being a doctor, what's wrong of playing guitar? I know that my parents attention is to ensure that i study hard and go oversea. But, it is really stressful if all i do is study. All works and no play makes Jack a dull boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like Jack the dull boy. I want to be me...&lt;br /&gt;Tim who play guitar and study to be a doctor. That's what i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that i will be able to bring my guitar to Penang after the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to regret in the future if i am not able to be what i want to be and to do what i want to do now. It's now or never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-472358717368014996?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/472358717368014996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-in-dilemma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/472358717368014996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/472358717368014996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-in-dilemma.html' title='I am in dilemma...'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-741114156823646336</id><published>2008-11-12T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T05:44:45.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To love or to die...</title><content type='html'>Hello there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back. I've been quite busy a few days back. I got in-house examination. So, i spend of my time with all my notes and my books. It's quite a short battle because we only had 4 papers and all is done in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i am very disappointed with myself. I did not spend enough time revising all the modules that i learned and consequently 'failing' me during the exams. I am sad because i know that i could do much better than what i've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a pass is a pass. We could never return back to the time when we make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em... the topic this time is quite hard to handle. It's about LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no discrete meaning of the word 'love'. I have never try to Google the word 'love' before but i bet you want to do it. Try type "define: love" using Google. See what you can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a very powerful force. For you to understand (or actually to experience) love you need to have the guts to love other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are to afraid to love others. You might deny this statement but deep inside your heart, there is still a piece of love that you have not share or give to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this people are afraid of giving love to others and to accept love from others. We are more concern about ourselves than to concern of living as part of the world. People who are afraid of love actually have the perception that, once they give love to other people they are very afraid that they might lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you now... No, there is no such thing of loosing love. God give us abundant love for us to share with other people. It's to abundant actually that we have very BIG heart. That's why people say, "People who are happy have a BIG heart". Happiness is one kind of ways to show love to other people. Have you ever think, when you meet people who are happy, you feel better, especially when you are in bad situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God create a heart in each and everyone of us... It is the biggest space for Him to provide love toward us. It's is so vast and huge that there is no one can see the end to love other people. LOVE is a gift from God and it is a gift to be given to other people (and not to be kept to yourself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is born into this world without a heart. Without love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has LOVE. The only question now is, are you willing to give your love to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love here is not limited to boy-and-girl's love... But it is more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the statement that i mentioned before: some people are afraid of giving their love to other people. Love is not like flower... Beautiful but once given to other people, you don't have it anymore. NO... Love is like the SEEDS of flower. The more you give LOVE, the more LOVE you have. It's proliferating. Just like the seeds of flower. You give seeds of flower to other people and people grows them and once the flowers are big enough, it will produce more flower's seeds. It is the same with love. The more you sow them, the more you will reap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never loose LOVE. Even when you love someone, and you loose the person, you will never loose love. It is nonsense when people say "I'll give back all the love that you gave to me" when they are breaking apart. Isn't the statement itself is wrong. There is no way you can give back all the love that people give to you. If you are able to give back the love, that's mean you are able to love that person back... ( to give love is to love).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might be afraid to love other people because they are afraid to be hurt. Love doesn't hurt anybody. There is disappointment when your love is failed by others but love will eventually heal your hurted soul if you are willing to give your love back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of this analogy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 wrestlers are fighting... but there seems to be  no end to this fight.&lt;br /&gt;And then a son ask his father,"Dad, this fight seems to be no winner. What do you think dad?"&lt;br /&gt;"Son, there will be a winner".&lt;br /&gt;"Who?"&lt;br /&gt;"Love. Love always win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always win. Even when the struggles seem to be no end, but LOVE will always win.&lt;br /&gt;There are so much love that we will never lack of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of your dad, mom, brothers and sisters...&lt;br /&gt;Think about people that you love and you had love before...&lt;br /&gt;Please, give them love for there should not be a reason for you not to give love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the love of the world.&lt;br /&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/4488985295357304577-741114156823646336?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/741114156823646336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-love-or-to-die.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/741114156823646336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/741114156823646336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-love-or-to-die.html' title='To love or to die...'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-2091238622654309937</id><published>2008-11-06T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:56:55.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror and reflection...</title><content type='html'>I don't really know how to start this but i'll give it my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Timothy%20Ceasar/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Others/IMG_0008.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect. That is a very influential word for almost to everyone. Everyone want to be perfect in something. Most of us know that we will never be perfect. Can we?&lt;br /&gt;As a person who believe in God, I'll say no. It's not that i don't believe in being perfect, but we will never be able to be completely perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, i would like to share some of my experience in my life living with different kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;I come from a suburban area and have been away from my hometown for about 8 years (and I am just 20 yrs old!). I've seen a lot of people. Some people are nice, some are not so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SRPmGcMrx8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FFvq9qiU4hE/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SRPmGcMrx8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FFvq9qiU4hE/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265805387649238978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what important is I have learned a lot from people who lives around me. I have a lot of good friends through out the years being away from my parents. They are my mirrors. My friends always help me to improve myself. They pin out my strengths so that i'll be able to fully utilized them and they also  tell me my weaknesses. It's often hurtful when someone point out our weaknesses. Some of my friends are being true to me and i know that their intention is to make me a better person. But some or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people used other people weaknesses as the source of their "superior power". They manipulate others' weaknesses to make themselves feel better and happy. Instead, they are fooling themselves not realizing that they are making the same mistakes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, a person who smoke advice another person not smoke...&lt;br /&gt;A** h***s, for me this kind of people are really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;They know other people mistake but they never want to know their own mistake...&lt;br /&gt;Pity them, they will never be able to change. Come on, even the mirror is also dented, how could he able to advice another people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think first before you say anything to your friend. Make sure you are not doing what are they doing first... then you go and tell your friend about their problem.&lt;br /&gt;Polish your mirror first, make sure it is not dented and dirty. If its dirty, polish it so that it will shine. Then you will be able to shine other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate people who insult other people but never realize that they are the same.&lt;br /&gt;"Orang tak sedar diri," that's what i called them.&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you are corrected first before you correct other people. Then they will have respect to what you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before you say or correct anything about your friends, correct yourself first.&lt;br /&gt;NO is not an option to correct yourself for if you in the same group as they are and resist to change, then you are non better than they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T quickly say anything... Think, then you say... Or else... you know what will happen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-2091238622654309937?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/2091238622654309937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/11/mirror-and-reflection.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/2091238622654309937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/2091238622654309937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/11/mirror-and-reflection.html' title='Mirror and reflection...'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SRPmGcMrx8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FFvq9qiU4hE/s72-c/IMG_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-6256407414621081307</id><published>2008-11-06T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:48:30.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare a change...</title><content type='html'>Hi guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry that lately I didn't post anything...&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with my study and other personal matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just want to update myself to anyone who passes through this page.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am in Penang Medical College...&lt;br /&gt;Doing Pre-medicine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually. I received an offer from UWA about a week after i entered PMC...&lt;br /&gt;It was quite disappointing because i wanted to go to Australia :( but...&lt;br /&gt;I know that God has provided me with the very best of me...&lt;br /&gt;And I know that PMC will be the better choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause this emotion... Rewind back and get back to the original mood of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, there is a lot of incidents occur around my living space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not going to share them in this blog. I am not a person who is busy-body (even though my body is always busy, hahaha...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i want to share is about human attitude.&lt;br /&gt;We always feel that we know a lot about ourself... we feel proud of what we are. Good, that is very good for it is signed showing that you are grateful of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, do you really know about yourself? Are you 100% sure of what you know? How much do you really know about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asking this questions to myself millions times. But, my answers always changing...&lt;br /&gt;There is no fix answers to those questions because PEOPLE CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may realize that other people are changing but do you realize that you are changing too?&lt;br /&gt;I constantly remind myself that i am also changing... and I am always afraid of change... Especially when it is a drastic one. I don't really like change... not in me but other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know why? Because we are comfortable with who we are and the environment that we are living in. This includes friends, family and other stuffs that you can imagine of.&lt;br /&gt;I know sometime is quite hard for us to follow the changes but that's what we need to live in. We need to live in the world that keep on changing. You may like what happen today but you may hate what happen tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, because i don't like about change, especially about myself, what i try to do is to change the environment itself so that it will tolerate with me. When i say this, some people might say that i resist to change and i am being hard to myself. NO... I don't change the situation to follow my way but i change so that I am comfortable with it. What I always do is i'll need to change a little bit in order to change the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am still changing even though i don't like it... but the change is so small that i do not realize that i have change...&lt;br /&gt;I will only realize once i got a "mirror" to reflect of who i am. I will know that the small changes will accumulate and eventually the small changes will become a big change in my life and attitude.&lt;br /&gt;it's just like learning, u learn a bit by bit and later you will realize that u have learned a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, friends i hope you realize once you read this and come on... to those who is hurt with what i said, I am so sorry. Hope that u will CHANGE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-6256407414621081307?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/6256407414621081307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/11/spare-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/6256407414621081307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/6256407414621081307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/11/spare-change.html' title='Spare a change...'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-7049165152249548966</id><published>2008-11-06T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:04:44.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometime, when things get complicated and difficult, everything seems wrong&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to love someone is wrong or right...&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong for me to share my love with someone else...&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong for me to fullfil God's wills...&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel misreable. I always say that "the best thing that we do might not be the right thing to do".&lt;br /&gt;But now i need to rethink of this phrase...&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if it is the best thing to do, than it must be the best right thing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About love, i am not talking about love between boy and girl.&lt;br /&gt;What i meant is unconditional love. Love that never ending...&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe when hatred conquer someone, and destroying all the things that we have built.&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to except that someone that you love and rely on turn their back on you...&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me to one of the Malay proverb; "Susu dibalas dengan tuba".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is something wrong with this world, to many devil surrounding us, weakening the weak humans.&lt;br /&gt;Friends, i want to remind you to equip yourself with the weapons and shields of God.&lt;br /&gt;Only Him can help us in this world... He who create, He who love, He who we believe in, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will keep on praying that the person that I love and miss so much will change...&lt;br /&gt;To love and love more, other people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-7049165152249548966?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/7049165152249548966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometime-when-things-get-complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/7049165152249548966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/7049165152249548966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometime-when-things-get-complicated.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-8761223765536493947</id><published>2007-03-19T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T05:28:14.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em...</title><content type='html'>I couldn't beleive that I am at KMB. My God, I have to get through another, less than 2 more months before I finish my sem 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I feel it just like yesterday I was at Sibu visiting Cikgu Megat, oh ya, it was yesterday... He he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em, anyway, I am doing my pending homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a lot... I need to finish all of them (I hope so) by tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no class this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your life with God. God bless all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-8761223765536493947?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/8761223765536493947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2007/03/em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/8761223765536493947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/8761223765536493947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2007/03/em.html' title='Em...'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-5736241021413804313</id><published>2007-03-08T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:17:47.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me (not me la actually...)!!!</title><content type='html'>Here, I give you want problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One boy doesn't want to go to school... I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you figure out why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-5736241021413804313?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/5736241021413804313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2007/03/help-me-not-me-la-actually.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/5736241021413804313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/5736241021413804313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2007/03/help-me-not-me-la-actually.html' title='Help me (not me la actually...)!!!'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-7783738770042084086</id><published>2007-03-08T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:04:41.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know...?</title><content type='html'>Arghhh.... I just had a bad a day today... Almost everything went out wrong... I don't even know what to do.... My God, I feel like wanting to fix everything with my own both hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... This few weeks, I start to feel that there is something out there try to change me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know and... I am not sure of it... I think I do change a lot withi this few weeks.. Thank goodness today is holiday... I can enjoy my holiday, though... (eventhough I have tonnes of work to finish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em, I don't know la.... I am having a bad experience ... my Biology teacher ask me to do something else on EE... Ya, I really got into Biology, but what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness i can change my EE to Chemistry research.. So, I am going to do EE on business..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, see you guys...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class dismiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-7783738770042084086?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/7783738770042084086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/7783738770042084086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/7783738770042084086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know...?'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-3977612174025889914</id><published>2007-03-06T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T22:53:00.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is happening?'/><title type='text'>What a busy month!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Haiya, i haven't got time to update my blog...&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I can spare some of my &lt;em&gt;siesta&lt;/em&gt; time to update this blog..&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, by the way, my lesson, I haven't got any idea to talk of...&lt;br /&gt;So, I might be needed some of your ideas out there. Don't hesitate to comment on my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting slim now... Wow, i loss quiet a lot of my body weight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bout 5 kg.... em, maybe I haven't got enough time to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, never mind.. Looking back of what I've done this month... Fuyooo....&lt;br /&gt;It's just the starting of this month but I already got a lot of work... I can't imagine how is it going to be to live a whole life in KMB..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I just got instruction from my business teachers on our Internal Assesment (IA)... Wow, the second I got the instruction, I was so shocked that I cannot stop wondering, HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO GET THE PROPOSAL COMPLETE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em, anyway, I just accept as it is part of my IB programme .. So , I just pray to God to help me in this matter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, if I think back of what had happened during the first week of this month, I believe that God had given me the best.. He knows what I need.. I mean what I REALLY NEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confronted a lot of things last few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are good, but most of them.... are really testing me (they get to my nerve)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I learn... I really learnt from those experiences... Praise The Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think that's it... I just want to update you guys of what I have done this few weeks (and to stop you to wonder whether iI have stop blogging or what)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you...Class dismiss :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-3977612174025889914?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/3977612174025889914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-busy-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/3977612174025889914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/3977612174025889914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-busy-month.html' title='What a busy month!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-6275262221664439936</id><published>2007-02-09T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T06:10:56.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point to ponder'/><title type='text'>Best friends, friends or merely people we know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Basically, &lt;em&gt;homo sapien&lt;/em&gt; are living things that could not live his life alone. I have never found anyone having no friends before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about friends, how do &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; define the word "&lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt;"? Are they people that you always walk with... or are they people that you "have"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me (by the way, this is my own definition of "friends"), "friends" are people who are concern about their friends and they are willing to help them as much as they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends" are not people who always try to neglect their own friends' problems. From my spec, these are people that I consider to have a very shaky meaning of the word "friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are true friends... They are people who are always there to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are happy, they laugh in joy with you...&lt;br /&gt;When you are sad, they are there by your side, being concerned (or at least pretend to)...&lt;br /&gt;When you are having problem, they are there walking along with you, ready to listen to you and trying their best to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are true friends. They keep your secrets. They are people who you can rely on. You have no doubt in them, and they have no doubt in you. They are people who you can trust... but that doesn't mean that they will be the type of persons that you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whatever your definition of "friends" is, it is still up to you how to "live" your life with them. Come on, move on... Be a good friend. Be a friend to your friends... A true friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Class dismiss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-6275262221664439936?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/6275262221664439936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2007/02/best-friends-friends-or-merely-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/6275262221664439936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/6275262221664439936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2007/02/best-friends-friends-or-merely-people.html' title='Best friends, friends or merely people we know?'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-4288107391777317775</id><published>2007-02-05T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T01:15:51.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music (and forgotten music)</title><content type='html'>Music...&lt;br /&gt;There is great music, lousy music...&lt;br /&gt;Some people love it, some find it is irritating,&lt;br /&gt;some love rock music, some hate classical music, some appreciate Run-DMC's acts,&lt;br /&gt;for others, music is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about classicals and oldies,&lt;br /&gt;why people are hating and looking down at these types of music? I know, there still a lot of people who love this kind of music, but, relatively, compared to other types, more people are humming &lt;em&gt;Button, Photograph, &lt;/em&gt;and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the thing here is, it is so hard to find teenagers singing the classical songs. Who knows the &lt;em&gt;Tennessee Walt'z&lt;/em&gt; 's lyric? How about &lt;em&gt;Room On The Top Of The Stairs&lt;/em&gt;? It is so hard to find kids nowadays singing this beautiful "lullaby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I really appreciate those people who are still playing oldies CDs in their car. Oh ya, why don't you guys just check out your friends' iPod... do they keep these songs in their playlist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people say, "I hate all these b/s in your MP3 player. Why do you keep them, ha?". Do you know what did I say to these people? "I love them".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think I am just crapping in this blog, but as what I mentioned earlier, this is my opinion. Adjust a little bit of your LCD screen, you might find what do I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class dismiss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-4288107391777317775?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/4288107391777317775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2007/02/music-and-forgotten-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/4288107391777317775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/4288107391777317775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2007/02/music-and-forgotten-music.html' title='Music (and forgotten music)'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488985295357304577.post-777328718021521423</id><published>2007-02-04T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T05:42:29.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What shape the world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay... this is the first time i post a message here. So, nothing much to say out here. I just want to tell one of my favourite past time, that is talking about life. I am not that great though, but I like to look at the world from different angles. Maybe someone say that the world is sphere, but it is no sphere. it is more to oval shape (like egg). But if you look at the earth from the poles, it looks like sphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I love talking with elder people. I learnt a lot from them. They shared their experiences with me, and I also share my immature ways-of-thinking with them. Sometime, I feel that I am cheating with my life. I knew things already before I experienced it... I do feel guilty sometime. But my teacher once said to me ,"There are differents type of people. Some get to experience things first but some people, they learnt first... It is just like scientists... Some scientists discover new things but some scientists continue to study other scientists' discoveries. Some also even try to prove that others are wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I said to him. That was so great. Until now, when I think that i am cheating, I will remember back what he have said to me. Oh, okay... maybe u guys are boring with what am i posting, but if you turn around, and see it from the back, maybe then u got what do i mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I will try to come out with new topic each friday (I hope I can do it)... I just want to share with you guys out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it. Class dismiss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488985295357304577-777328718021521423?l=fridayswithtim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/feeds/777328718021521423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-shape-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/777328718021521423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488985295357304577/posts/default/777328718021521423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayswithtim.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-shape-world.html' title='What shape the world?'/><author><name>Tim Ceasar Ampi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459350421174822745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdmGfkQFyKY/SxF3rAVnD1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/g0ViK_l3DzU/S220/Untitled-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
