<?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-5226343738740664826</id><updated>2011-09-09T03:11:39.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolving Nature</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226343738740664826/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>D-shutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10159626346865259394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezSYoQTwII/AAAAAAAAACA/lVnUjAs_P20/S220/DSC_1144.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226343738740664826.post-2967338201761522809</id><published>2010-12-12T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T02:31:10.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Facebook Badge START --&gt;&lt;a href="http://en-gb.facebook.com/derrickjxthong" target="_TOP" style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: #3B5998; text-decoration: none;" title="Derrick Thong"&gt;Derrick Thong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en-gb.facebook.com/derrickjxthong" target="_TOP" title="Derrick Thong"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/1383068020.2583.1162136645.png" width="120" height="278" style="border: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;More about me... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226343738740664826-2967338201761522809?l=shutterevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/feeds/2967338201761522809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/2010/12/derrick-thong-more-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226343738740664826/posts/default/2967338201761522809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226343738740664826/posts/default/2967338201761522809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/2010/12/derrick-thong-more-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>D-shutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10159626346865259394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezSYoQTwII/AAAAAAAAACA/lVnUjAs_P20/S220/DSC_1144.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226343738740664826.post-2500157007631586612</id><published>2009-06-24T01:34:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T03:52:43.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>A week back, we (my paternal side) had a family reunion dinner in - sad to say - Subang Parade. We went to this particular place called "Overseas &amp; Chinese Restaurant". It wasn't quite a bad turn out... about half of us showed up due to reasons such as some of them were overseas and others were living quite far away. There are others as well which I think weren't too excited in joining this dinner. I know this because I wasn't actually too excited but due to the sake of respecting my grand parents as well as the organizers, which was my aunt, I just HAD to come. Turns out, it wasn't quite that bad as I was able to meet up with some of my long lost cousins. Actually not really long lost as we just met during this year's CNY celebration. However, everything turned out fine until - I know this sounds weird but it is quite true - the food arrived. The food turned out quite horrible. Okay, maybe that was a stretch but mostly, it wasn't anything close to fantastic. After the suffering 10-course meal, we headed over to my uncle's place in Shah Alam. He then showed us his Mercedes which he had recently spent money on modifying it. I never thought someone like his age would be interested in modifying cars. Maybe he was influenced by his daughter has a... we will get to that later. Suspense is always good *evil laugh*. So back to the Mercedes, the first thing we noticed about the car is its new paint. It has a deep blue shade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkEqkJcgzkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fp2mOBH5yxc/s1600-h/Blue+Rear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkEqkJcgzkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fp2mOBH5yxc/s320/Blue+Rear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350604632792026690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he told us the price for the repainting, I must admit that I was utterly shocked! It was about double my car's paint job cost! Then we went around the car to notice what else was done. Then I noticed his vented hood! It wasn't really a nice design partly because my uncle does not have an imagination, I think. The design was kind of simple and boooooring. Heck, it's a Mercedes anyways. So who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkEolbX187I/AAAAAAAAAFA/sT3pIxhVItE/s1600-h/Blue+Hood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkEolbX187I/AAAAAAAAAFA/sT3pIxhVItE/s320/Blue+Hood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350602455760892850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was done by taking out the original bonnet to cut a hole in it where it is then redesigned with fibre. When I checked, the fibre was quite thick so I suppose that it can last for quite some time, if it ever cracks. I then noticed that the car was on stock rims. He said that he was going to change rims soon. Apparently, he hasn't found one that suited his ride. While looking at the rims, I then noticed the fender of the car. It was vented as well! The vented fender turned out quite nice. Again, this was a fibre job. It was cut then used fibre to design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkEpuBGF9eI/AAAAAAAAAFI/f2pBFVcwv5A/s1600-h/Blue+Fender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkEpuBGF9eI/AAAAAAAAAFI/f2pBFVcwv5A/s320/Blue+Fender.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350603702837573090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, I'm going to ask him to sponsor my car's modification next time. He seems to have an unlimited source of cash as he did all this in less than a week before sending it for repainting. And on I go checking out the interior where I noticed that the car had a factory fitted electronic sunroof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkErFpt71OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/To5jtsSOAeM/s1600-h/Blue+SunRoof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkErFpt71OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/To5jtsSOAeM/s320/Blue+SunRoof.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350605208390718690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it really cool if I had it fitted in my ride but the price of doing so has discouraged me. Then I was thinking, since projector headlamps were such a popular thing to have now, I was wondering whether my uncle fitted it onto his ride, and to my surprise, he had! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkErk3611iI/AAAAAAAAAFg/IFma5KyYP6I/s1600-h/Blue+HL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkErk3611iI/AAAAAAAAAFg/IFma5KyYP6I/s320/Blue+HL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350605744778892834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such an amazing thing that my uncle did know how to and what to modify in his car. I had a feeling that maybe his daughter has been bringing him to places to do all this modification and in the process, taught him on modifying it as well. So as I was thinking of lights, I thought of those LED (Light Emitting Diode) tail lamps. It is such a must have in most cars nowadays as it looks nice while being safer. I walked to the rear of the car and again, minor things like this were fitted in his ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkEsafWe4UI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LlfDazEWzAw/s1600-h/Blue+TL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkEsafWe4UI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LlfDazEWzAw/s320/Blue+TL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350606665896878402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seriously poisonous (if you know what I mean). I was thinking, if only they had LED tail lamps for the version of my car. Unfortunately, they don't! How sad but somehow, it is a good thing as this means I don't have to spend more unnecessary money on my car! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting bored of the blue car, I went ahead to see his daughter's car. It was same as before. Nothing has changed about it at all! It was still in the same colour. HOT PINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkEtXw4uKsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_ZqzEjaz5I0/s1600-h/Pink+Rear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkEtXw4uKsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_ZqzEjaz5I0/s320/Pink+Rear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350607718575909570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought it was an awful colour to paint your car. By the way, "Koteki Takaeshi" is her "Japanese Name". I do not know why does she even need that name. Maybe she just hates her own name or she just wants to be a Japanese so badly. The front of the car even had her nickname on it. Proving more that she is desperate to be a Japanese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkEuj6s1oyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7XrgpRGzfk4/s1600-h/Pink+JD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkEuj6s1oyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7XrgpRGzfk4/s320/Pink+JD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350609026880480034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know and don't really care about that desperation issue of hers. I then went on and noticed something I had not noticed before. The interior of the car showed little signs of pink here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkEuI7UpD2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/v9hPdViOob8/s1600-h/Pink+Interior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkEuI7UpD2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/v9hPdViOob8/s320/Pink+Interior.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350608563190959970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say, it isn't as bad as I thought it would look. The steering wheel was also quite sick if you noticed it. When I said sick, I meant it in a good way. I went on to the sides to check out the rims of the car. It was a white one that looked awesome. Probably the best looking part of the whole car but, yeah. The condition of the rims was... Err... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkEv_zw1UZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wqik9AT3K0c/s1600-h/Pink+Lower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkEv_zw1UZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wqik9AT3K0c/s320/Pink+Lower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350610605566153106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it looked really old and paint seems to be cracking and all. But heck, it's a 17 inch anyways, I always loved 40 profile tyres that compliments it. That's why I myself fitted 17 inch rims together with 40 profile tyres on my ride as well. Then I remembered when I was younger, she brought me in her car and was boasting about her turbo. So I popped the hood to take a look at the engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkExPB856dI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KIZmabyaH1M/s1600-h/Pink+Pop+Hood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkExPB856dI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KIZmabyaH1M/s320/Pink+Pop+Hood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350611966584547794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sweet with the mushroom like air filter as well as the turbo kit. But overall, it was freaking dirty so I did not want to torture my hands by checking out everything else as it was dark as well. I don't even know if she was using a stock crank pulley. What I know is that she neglected something really important about her car. She is using factory fitted braking system! If I had turbo in my car, I would certainly fit at least a 6-pot caliper with vented slotted drilled disc. I kind of value my life. It is a Proton for God's sake! But whatever, it isn't my car and I never had the thought of me driving a pink car. Too striking for my liking I guess. I headed on to have a little chit chat with my cousins inside which later on led to a really long game of UNO. It was tiring and about an hour later, my family and I headed home - ABOUT TIME -!! I was almost bored to death by the lame game of UNO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226343738740664826-2500157007631586612?l=shutterevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/feeds/2500157007631586612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-reunion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226343738740664826/posts/default/2500157007631586612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226343738740664826/posts/default/2500157007631586612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>D-shutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10159626346865259394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezSYoQTwII/AAAAAAAAACA/lVnUjAs_P20/S220/DSC_1144.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SkEqkJcgzkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fp2mOBH5yxc/s72-c/Blue+Rear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226343738740664826.post-4618998498764827645</id><published>2009-06-16T06:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:43:43.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Donation Campaign</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, my car club, Sakura Stallionz, organized a blood donation campaign in Tropicana City, PJ. This campaign was featured on The Star Newspaper as well as Sin Chew Daily 1 week prior. I brought a few of my friends to support this event! My friends and I came early to help the organizers set up the tables and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjbMRjKzJ2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/T_xra2phf5k/s1600-h/A+Z01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjbMRjKzJ2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/T_xra2phf5k/s320/A+Z01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347686209419421538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjbNaERP5mI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Wb81nbJ2Mac/s1600-h/A+Z02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjbNaERP5mI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Wb81nbJ2Mac/s320/A+Z02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347687455255422562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the result of the arrangement. The organizers supported the event even further by registering themselves as donors immediately after they were free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjbOIm8NkHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Mqt92L0XNOc/s1600-h/A+Z03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjbOIm8NkHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Mqt92L0XNOc/s320/A+Z03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347688254836412530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of the donors are already registered donors, however, it was going to be my first time donating blood to save the world! I was unexpectedly calm and not nervous at all! As soon as I had the chance, I rushed to the counter where I filled up a form which consists of general "yes and no" questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjYsR50JGlI/AAAAAAAAADI/FASGLMQN7YU/s1600-h/A+R01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjYsR50JGlI/AAAAAAAAADI/FASGLMQN7YU/s320/A+R01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347510293637962322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending less than 5 minutes filling up the form, I then headed to the second counter where the doctor there took a drop of my blood from my finger to test my blood group and took some extra blood samples for I don't know what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjYupBBj6GI/AAAAAAAAADQ/m1Bf5wmHSH0/s1600-h/A+R02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjYupBBj6GI/AAAAAAAAADQ/m1Bf5wmHSH0/s320/A+R02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347512889733539938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he the needle had penetrated my skin, I admitted that I was a tiny bit scared as I seldom have my blood taken from my finger. The doctor just smiled and comforted me saying that it will be painless. He was absolutely correct! It was definitely painless! An ant would have hurt more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole process took about 2 minutes or so. I was then guided over to the third counter where a female doctor sat an that place was a "forbidden area". They did not allow anyone else to be there other than the doctor and the patient. Not even other medical personnel were allowed there. This was the place where the doctor took my blood pressure and asked me about more sensitive questions such as if I had multiple sex partners or if I had worked as a prostitute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjYvt9S0OEI/AAAAAAAAADY/6Opk1egG18s/s1600-h/A+R03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjYvt9S0OEI/AAAAAAAAADY/6Opk1egG18s/s320/A+R03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347514074143144002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just joking about the prostitute part but... yeah, you get the drift. Finally, on I go to the reclining chairs thingy where I layed down and readied myself for the needle penetration part. First, they tighten a band around my biceps and gave me some PVC pipe thing to squeeze on. She then injected me through my veins to make my whole arm numb so that I would not feel any pain while donating blood. Then, here comes the huge needle! I watched it pierced through my skin without a pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjYxuS16tpI/AAAAAAAAADg/Q53hQ0WB_2I/s1600-h/A+R06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjYxuS16tpI/AAAAAAAAADg/Q53hQ0WB_2I/s320/A+R06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347516278950770322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill ran down my spine as the thought of the needle piercing through my skin. But I can assure you that it was a totally painless procedure. As you can see in the picture, I was actually enjoying it. While the blood went to the bag, the doctor diverted some of the blood to another smaller bag. She then took the bag and informed me that it was going to go through tests to confirm that my blood is safe. Funnily, after just 5 minutes, the bag is full and she removed the needle and gave me a cotton to put pressure on the "wounded" area. After two minutes of pressure, a plaster was used to cover up the wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then treated to some snacks and warm milo by them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjYztIBpBfI/AAAAAAAAADo/TkUaq6NbSWc/s1600-h/A+R07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjYztIBpBfI/AAAAAAAAADo/TkUaq6NbSWc/s320/A+R07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347518457890538994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a certificate of appreciation on the table where they thanked me for donating blood to save a life. I was really happy just by doing it knowing that I could be saving someone just by doing so. It is known that blood has a limited shelf life, especially the platelets which can lasts up to only 4 days from the donation date! However, the platelets are always finished before they even expire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I wanted to have a proper meal as it was approaching my lunch time. My friends and I headed on to 1901 to have some hotdogs! They could see that even though I had donated blood, I was still hyper and still had my suction capabilities to levitate a paper cup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjY1Y1yDHKI/AAAAAAAAADw/SsPbzMb2v30/s1600-h/A+R08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjY1Y1yDHKI/AAAAAAAAADw/SsPbzMb2v30/s320/A+R08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347520308419173538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then took a photo with Cindy for the memories as I would not be seeing her too often. She is going off to Setapak to further on her studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjY5c-ul27I/AAAAAAAAAD4/CLc0VY-DTsU/s1600-h/A+D04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjY5c-ul27I/AAAAAAAAAD4/CLc0VY-DTsU/s320/A+D04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347524777586580402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went back up to the donating site to have a look. Mixo (http://shuttermixo.blogspot.com) seemed to have a tired back after all the hard work. So off he went to the massage chair which was "strategically" located nearby the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjY8JZuHJwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kATCkd6a4bA/s1600-h/A+S01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjY8JZuHJwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kATCkd6a4bA/s320/A+S01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347527739769825026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went on enjoying it for 2 minutes where he sounded as if he had an orgasm. Don't believe me? Here's some evidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjbAX0Ksp9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Uh-kEIbUu4g/s1600-h/A+S02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjbAX0Ksp9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Uh-kEIbUu4g/s320/A+S02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347673122922080210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the orgasm was over, I roamed around to look at the reactions of the donors. Some were happy and still energetic but some were just tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjbC9U1Ym9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HB8sSpDFNKg/s1600-h/A+Chilling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjbC9U1Ym9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HB8sSpDFNKg/s320/A+Chilling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347675966369471442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like the expression on Captain Ray's face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjbGVHMBMyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-fFDJlrLLkg/s1600-h/A+D01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjbGVHMBMyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-fFDJlrLLkg/s320/A+D01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347679673558053666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day,I felt dead tired as I was there from 9 am till 5 pm but nevertheless, it was an awesome day! I would definitely make myself free for the next blood donation campaign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226343738740664826-4618998498764827645?l=shutterevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/feeds/4618998498764827645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/2009/06/blood-donation-campaign.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226343738740664826/posts/default/4618998498764827645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226343738740664826/posts/default/4618998498764827645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/2009/06/blood-donation-campaign.html' title='Blood Donation Campaign'/><author><name>D-shutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10159626346865259394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezSYoQTwII/AAAAAAAAACA/lVnUjAs_P20/S220/DSC_1144.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjbMRjKzJ2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/T_xra2phf5k/s72-c/A+Z01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226343738740664826.post-2541053568255306977</id><published>2009-06-12T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:30:42.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Updates and Weeks</title><content type='html'>Is there something amiss? I guess so. So, why is it that I'm not updating my blog? Well, the reason is simple - stupidity - period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to elaborate. There was supposed to be an update last weekend, however, due to my ignorance and forgetfulness, I left my camera, with the photos in it, helplessly 75 miles (approx. 120km) from my home. It is in my other home to be exact. Although this is saddening for me, my babe will return to me in 2 days time! I will then start to post up last week's stuff and continue with my minimum 2 posts a week due to my vow to the devil or he can eat up my soul. My other babe (my car) will be returning to me by the end of this week as well! This week will surely be a pleasant one :D period. Sheesh, I ain't used to typing so much without uploading a single picture so here's one that has no connections to the topic whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjE4KtS05FI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Dq9PhM6Wvgc/s1600-h/Candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjE4KtS05FI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Dq9PhM6Wvgc/s320/Candles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346115989273896018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken during my birthday earlier this year. The fork came in as soon as my shutter flipped. My mum was heating up the fork for I don't know what reason. Maybe it was for extra heat to the chocolate fondue :P period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, all photos taken, I mean ALL, are taken by me unless stated otherwise (including the header picture that says "Evolving Nature"). Therefore, these photos are copyrighted. Any unauthorised usage of these photos is not allowed! Even if you re-upload on facebook or anywhere else. I saw certain picture(s) of mine being used elsewhere. Please do respect me and ask for permission. I will gladly allow the reproduction of these photos if permission was asked politely. Thank you for understanding my rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226343738740664826-2541053568255306977?l=shutterevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/feeds/2541053568255306977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-updates-and-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226343738740664826/posts/default/2541053568255306977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226343738740664826/posts/default/2541053568255306977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-updates-and-weeks.html' title='Of Updates and Weeks'/><author><name>D-shutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10159626346865259394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezSYoQTwII/AAAAAAAAACA/lVnUjAs_P20/S220/DSC_1144.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SjE4KtS05FI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Dq9PhM6Wvgc/s72-c/Candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226343738740664826.post-5805046880170602610</id><published>2009-06-01T21:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T05:59:52.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Update!</title><content type='html'>Today, after completing my Computer Science Part A final exam, I went out to PJ Seksyen 17 together with Grace Yeo to look for Rey to have my lunch. After picking him up in my humble car, we drove off to Seksyen 14 and decided to have McD's. Later on, I headed over to Maybank and opened up an account and to my surprise I got more than I asked for! I got my Maybankard Visa Debit Card immediately after opening the account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SiPkFUWMp0I/AAAAAAAAACg/DyjHbfAf8iE/s1600-h/Maybankard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SiPkFUWMp0I/AAAAAAAAACg/DyjHbfAf8iE/s320/Maybankard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342364363003832130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after that, I went on to a retail store nearby and got myself an early Christmas present. It was something I really wanted for quite some time now. It was my first Zippo Lighter! I got it to play some tricks with it. Currently, I can only perform 3 Zippo tricks smoothly thanks to prior training using Rey's Zippo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SiPkyv9rH3I/AAAAAAAAACo/b3n8GGxxAp8/s1600-h/ZIPPO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SiPkyv9rH3I/AAAAAAAAACo/b3n8GGxxAp8/s320/ZIPPO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342365143511277426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEST PART is coming up!!!&lt;/span&gt; (unable to snap a photo as I did not have my camera with me and my phone ran out of battery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After resting for a few hours, Rey and I went for a cup of tea at "Ming Tien" which is located in SS24. The best part is that when i returned home from out tea session, I saw what I never thought I would see! Nearby the "Kuda Emas" Roundabout, there were flashing blue lights of that of a police car by the roadside. Apparently, it stopped a car by the roadside which was not abiding the road regulations. the funny thing about it was that the strobe lights were not those normal police strobes. It was an LED strobe light. As I pass the two vehicles, I realised that it wasn't any ordinary Proton Waja police car. It was actually a Mitsubishi Evo X police car! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SiPp9fz74_I/AAAAAAAAACw/F3pAJS2-hq8/s1600-h/polis-evo-x-600x374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SiPp9fz74_I/AAAAAAAAACw/F3pAJS2-hq8/s320/polis-evo-x-600x374.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342370825712165874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo taken from www.zerotohundred.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked. I continued to observe the car and I then realised that the police sticker on the body of the vehicle wasn't normal at all! It had strokes of chequred police flag on both sides of the car and written "POLIS" above it all. It was fully modded (factory Evo X comes fully modded) and even had High Intensity Discharge (HID) Lamp as default on the projector headlamp it had on the front. It was a beauty and I guess I was probably visited by the Irish Leprechaun before hand to have seen this car as I know there are only 25 of these in Malaysia. Paging those who goes for illegal racing nearby that area on Saturdays, please be careful as your car might not be able to outrun the police cars if you are unlucky enough to have one of the Evo X police vehicle on your tail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. If I were you, I would be anticipating another update from me (FULL of photos) after this Thursday as that day would be my last exam paper. After that miraculous day, I plan to update my blog 2 times a week MINIMUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226343738740664826-5805046880170602610?l=shutterevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/feeds/5805046880170602610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/2009/06/unexpected-update.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226343738740664826/posts/default/5805046880170602610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226343738740664826/posts/default/5805046880170602610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/2009/06/unexpected-update.html' title='Unexpected Update!'/><author><name>D-shutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10159626346865259394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezSYoQTwII/AAAAAAAAACA/lVnUjAs_P20/S220/DSC_1144.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SiPkFUWMp0I/AAAAAAAAACg/DyjHbfAf8iE/s72-c/Maybankard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226343738740664826.post-4510345070364988933</id><published>2009-04-21T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T03:19:57.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature at its best... Yet...</title><content type='html'>This evening, as i was taking a stroll around the park, I was amazed by the creations of Mother Nature. She was happily blooming as if Persephone has returned to earth. There was then a narrow walkway that seemed to lead to a garden or some sort that seems to be inviting me in. Cripple plants were dangling down from 3 storey high trees along the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was passing through this narrow walkway, Spider Lilies were an abundance. They were cheerfully swaying like little children playing in the playground.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great sight and I became trigger happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezEEYSRmmI/AAAAAAAAABM/FRhpJTfJVME/s1600-h/Spider+Lily+Done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezEEYSRmmI/AAAAAAAAABM/FRhpJTfJVME/s320/Spider+Lily+Done.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326848038790077026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continued down the the walkway, a mysterious garden consisting of gleaming red flowers surrounded me. It was so red that it made all the other colours look dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezExVRbKwI/AAAAAAAAABU/uSG-2vY5F2M/s1600-h/Red+Flower+Done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezExVRbKwI/AAAAAAAAABU/uSG-2vY5F2M/s320/Red+Flower+Done.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326848811075316482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the far corner of the garden, a small patch of white flowers lie there forgotten. I felt pity for them and i gave them a small rinse of distilled water in case they were neglected. Although they were close to the red Hibiscus, they still stood up high and proudly with high self confidence that not even Rambo could shake them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezGBLNgjmI/AAAAAAAAABc/CqrVqIgJOFY/s1600-h/DSC_1048+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezGBLNgjmI/AAAAAAAAABc/CqrVqIgJOFY/s320/DSC_1048+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326850182764072546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continued to walk in deeper into the mysterious garden, the pathway seems to be ending. At the end of the pathway, there was a lake with giant rocks and cripple plants growing around it. On the other side of the lake, there was a small abode which was occupied by an old fisherman. I angled the camera for the best shot and the shutter went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezHJRo8bbI/AAAAAAAAABk/ytFmgSyOGRY/s1600-h/Rocks+Done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezHJRo8bbI/AAAAAAAAABk/ytFmgSyOGRY/s320/Rocks+Done.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326851421440339378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I was pleased with the shot and moved on to the edges of the rocks. There were dried leaves of all sorts floating on the surface of the water whilst surrounding a chain hanging from one of the trees. It had the perfect composition and I just couldn't resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezIAUBVOEI/AAAAAAAAABs/8pcIxXG-VK8/s1600-h/Chain+Leaves+Done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezIAUBVOEI/AAAAAAAAABs/8pcIxXG-VK8/s320/Chain+Leaves+Done.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326852366972303426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending some time enjoying the cool breeze, I decided to back track home before it got dark. The sky started to show menacing colours as I quickly ran back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezKYTkngzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/k4dvB7KR_9Q/s1600-h/Dark+Skies+Done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezKYTkngzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/k4dvB7KR_9Q/s320/Dark+Skies+Done.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326854978191983410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I arrived home, I was grateful to have entered through the walkway as I would have missed a lot if I had not. I would travel through the path once again another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;D-Shutter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226343738740664826-4510345070364988933?l=shutterevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/feeds/4510345070364988933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/2009/04/nature-at-its-best-yet.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226343738740664826/posts/default/4510345070364988933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226343738740664826/posts/default/4510345070364988933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/2009/04/nature-at-its-best-yet.html' title='Nature at its best... Yet...'/><author><name>D-shutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10159626346865259394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezSYoQTwII/AAAAAAAAACA/lVnUjAs_P20/S220/DSC_1144.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezEEYSRmmI/AAAAAAAAABM/FRhpJTfJVME/s72-c/Spider+Lily+Done.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226343738740664826.post-7545531700918727967</id><published>2009-04-14T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T03:21:57.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Hey, world!&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I would like to introduce my blog and give an outline on how my blog is supposed to build up. It will first be born today- as such of a baby - and soon, it will grow up rapidly and gain it's own unique personalities. I vision that it will be a a great son err... I mean blog, YES BLOG! It will consist of boring little words that kills your eyesight as well as pictures that will revive your eyes! Then only will there be a balance as such in a Chinese teaching, Ying and Yang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SeSALkNUvxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fjg5p6lgdYg/s320/DSC_1096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324521595645247250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how I wear my socks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough on introducing my blog. And now, the moment of truth has come. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am the one typing the words, then where does the photos come from to balance it all up? Let me introduce you to my colleague. I met him at the end of last year just before Christmas. We have been closest buddy since. &lt;br /&gt;His name is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikon D90!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SeSAL8R9VPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QUDN8Yeolco/s320/DSC_1615+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324521602107135218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo of my colleague in case you want to stalk him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it from me for now!&lt;br /&gt;Chiowzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;D-Shutter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226343738740664826-7545531700918727967?l=shutterevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/feeds/7545531700918727967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-world-firstly-i-would-like-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226343738740664826/posts/default/7545531700918727967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226343738740664826/posts/default/7545531700918727967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-world-firstly-i-would-like-to.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>D-shutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10159626346865259394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SezSYoQTwII/AAAAAAAAACA/lVnUjAs_P20/S220/DSC_1144.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhAw_NbX0X4/SeSALkNUvxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fjg5p6lgdYg/s72-c/DSC_1096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
