<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882</id><updated>2009-10-22T21:43:15.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~DcRave~</title><subtitle type='html'>Bored &amp;amp; Darn Lazy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-748040642656842807</id><published>2009-08-23T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T06:38:29.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing the Finishing Line</title><content type='html'>90 days.....about that i did not touch this blog.Was kinda busy but mostly lazy. Many has happened in the past 3 months. From the Eagle Scout Group campfire , ending of my training,towing of my car by another car , another near-happened accident, passing of Brother Lawrence and much more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagle Scout Group's campfire was okay .It actually became the meeting point for some of my council members and the old seniors.But it was sad to see how the troop changed, much tradition and spirit in the members were lost but i guess that happens in a 105 years old school.They some how lost the presence of pride in being a St.John's student, a johannian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passing of Brother Lawrence was indeed a sad day to all the students he had taught or influence.I will always remember the gentle and kind words he have for everyone.And not forgetting his dedication towards education .He was indeed a well respected figure whom i will not forget. Fide Et Labore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training has ended.It has been a ride of fun,excitement,exhaustion and not forgetting a lot of waiting and boredom.I did my training in Malay Kitchen.It was nice other than people keep asking and questioning if i am a malay.Sumhow it is weird for people to find a Chinese in a Malay kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;  My time in Sales and Marketing Department was quite fun and as i expected, a lot of waiting for people to give me work to do. I do feel like being a part time security guard at the sales department but the people were nice.They were teaching me all sorts of stuff and they were a nice people to talk and crap with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday , some of the old dc27 group 2 people met up for a yum cha session at Phang's place.Me, Maynard,Andy,Han,Hadi,Jonathan and Phang all met up around 11pm.We talked about how we were, wheter in training or working.It was nice to meet up and just talk and tell stories of our training and working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....i have to part time at the Malay kitchen as it is puasa month, and they need some non-Malay and extra help in the kitchen .Plus my mom was grumbling and nagging me of stayin at home for a whole month.So off to Malay kitchen for dunno how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next , i want to have a trip to somewhere and an outing to a waterfall or river(may not be templer's)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-748040642656842807?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/748040642656842807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=748040642656842807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/748040642656842807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/748040642656842807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/crossing-finishing-line.html' title='Crossing the Finishing Line'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-1327936506845090190</id><published>2009-06-08T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:27:08.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration to a Piss Off Moment!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       Why do people actually fight or argue with one another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Is it because of anger? Jealousy? or basically just because they can't stand the sight of one another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I really hate it when it comes to fight as it always bring nothing in the end, especially if you see each other face almost 5 times a week. And it get worse when they work together or are in a group together especially when they are doing a project together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It gets really irritating when they just mix personal feelings into work.I know that we are humans and we are infused with emotions, but why can't they just keep emotions out of work or business.When they got into a fight, they just ignore one another or just walk away like the opposite is invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When it gets to this point, they are basically screwing up the work that they had been doing.And this is STUPID..... As adults , one should act as an adult and just forget whatever happened and just finishes up the work.It is totally ridiculous to spoil a project which involves others as well .It just give a bad image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And another thing that gets into me is people individually trying to act emotional in front of others just because they have their own problems.Just because you may have a tiring nite a bad day before that, it doesn't give you any damn right to act like the whole world have to bow down to you.If you feel down or what soever, just go to a corner of your room and sulk there.Sorry for being so insensitive, it is just that i am freaking piss off with all this bullshit .I hate all those people who just talk in a rude way and expect me to follow whatever he or she may say .I am not a freaking dog and  just because i do not scold or talk back in a rude way , doesn't mean i am scare of you whoever you maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So to anyone who may feel offended , it is just my point of view. I just need to express my freaking damn piss off emotions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-1327936506845090190?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1327936506845090190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=1327936506845090190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/1327936506845090190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/1327936506845090190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/frustration-to-piss-off-moment.html' title='Frustration to a Piss Off Moment!!!'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-3004347440564521209</id><published>2009-05-26T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:07:34.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official....I AM MISSING THE NATURE !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IT'S OFFICIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.......i am missing those times spent in nature especially camping and all those outdoor activities i always do last time. I want to go abseiling,Vertical Climb,Treasure Hunt,Monkey Crawl,and Survival .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I realized that one's childhood mould one's personality in the future and that i could not part with nature.As i was driving to college and getting stuck in Federal Highway , i started thinking of this.I miss and want to go for a camping trip.I need to get away from the heaps of assignments, city people ,noisy surroundings and the polluted air of the urban city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I want to just relax in a cool stream in the forest listening to the sound of nature ; crickets , leaves as they fall towards the ground and the sound of the raging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waterfall&lt;/span&gt; come crashing down.I want to feel the soft breeze of unpolluted air in my face, the cool refreshing water and even the ground which smell nicer.I want just lay down on the ground looking up and chatting with my friends next to a campfire until we just doze off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amidst&lt;/span&gt; this, i realises i misses my old days in scouting going to nature with my council members. I miss sleeping under the stars without nothing and woke up shivering and then shouting at each other.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stupid , told u we should sleep in tent....wan show macho...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I also misses the time when we were juniors and we had to do all the dirty work of washing and cleaning .Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shaiful&lt;/span&gt; and Jet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thye&lt;/span&gt; for helping me to wash dishes and equipment at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LSCS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Camporee&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hulu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Langat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I remember the time where we decided to go do a survey for a campsite.We went unprepared.We took a bus till the end of the station .We then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;caught&lt;/span&gt; a ride on a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;WD&lt;/span&gt; when going up the mountain and ended up walking down for 2 hours .I remember Vincent covered in mud due to "his showing off".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Remember the time when we were form 2 and we had a council &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; and was punished .We were all in the river at 12.00am and was just in our pants.We actually forgot our fight as all was too cold to say anything and we ended up in there for 2 hours until we solved our problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I remember the time we caught a python in our own backyard of Scout Den. We actually kept it for 2 weeks for educational purposes and we named it Gomez...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; .It was that 2 weeks that everyone went to the Den everyday after school just to visit Gomez and we even bought fresh "food" for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   As i race through these memories i realises that the good old days will always be a part of me .With this memories, i am motivated to do a camping trip.Jet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Thye&lt;/span&gt; , remember our plan to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Negara&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Pahang&lt;/span&gt;....i am gonna try to organize it and get all of us to go together for old time sake.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-3004347440564521209?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3004347440564521209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=3004347440564521209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/3004347440564521209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/3004347440564521209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-officiali-am-missing-nature.html' title='It&apos;s Official....I AM MISSING THE NATURE !!!!'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-7448687313075161333</id><published>2009-05-20T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:11:58.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Aventures De Simone</title><content type='html'>French Assignment Video......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="411" height="341" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-536341f75f48cd3d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPEbdexZYqODP9Nt5kZfcH0FRC5AKjevEsKSRAf7HnHOkUbQmnjq1MFu0Hq-fGrNJ11lS7z9Q07nk4iqwHAGnGITsRaPk6zSHOK4gGItHmj3aY8xdf6z1Pdy58N6rgcJn2DxgTWMdSsiDfJp_2wJMU5aanA3SaV0DkZDFEk7hSFXV8EaLB7ErnfVtkSbB1MT0apswORs3juypziA8ebCRnW-AigdRRi0wmZs7ShSIOUy%26sigh%3DUyW62kzlM7IZZ_PuN7Z_XzbjE8c%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D536341f75f48cd3d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DK8Rj-DDj3Ma6473AV3tzVqq6lu8&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="411" height="341" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPEbdexZYqODP9Nt5kZfcH0FRC5AKjevEsKSRAf7HnHOkUbQmnjq1MFu0Hq-fGrNJ11lS7z9Q07nk4iqwHAGnGITsRaPk6zSHOK4gGItHmj3aY8xdf6z1Pdy58N6rgcJn2DxgTWMdSsiDfJp_2wJMU5aanA3SaV0DkZDFEk7hSFXV8EaLB7ErnfVtkSbB1MT0apswORs3juypziA8ebCRnW-AigdRRi0wmZs7ShSIOUy%26sigh%3DUyW62kzlM7IZZ_PuN7Z_XzbjE8c%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D536341f75f48cd3d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DK8Rj-DDj3Ma6473AV3tzVqq6lu8&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video took a lot of effort from me,Andy,Seng Ming and Jonathan.We actually started after our college at  5pm and worked our ass off until 4am in the morning. I still remember all the grumbling and sighing we had of being tired.We actually travelled down to KL in 2am in the morning just for a shot.But it was worth it as the video is quite nice other than the lighting.Watch out for Seng Ming's act...u will either faint or laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the video is in french .So maybe if to those who dun understand french....u can go and translate....a bit of hassle though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-7448687313075161333?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=536341f75f48cd3d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7448687313075161333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=7448687313075161333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/7448687313075161333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/7448687313075161333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/les-aventures-de-simone.html' title='Les Aventures De Simone'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-6602648393076418076</id><published>2009-04-20T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:27:46.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When i was a small Brat......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;      When&lt;/span&gt; I was a small brat who know nothing of this cruel world, when i was an innocent brat who thought power rangers exist in this world where evil are in the form of monsters trying to take over the world.That was then and now when i am all grown "boy" who can think of his own found that evil lives in this world but not as monsters.They live in one and every of us as Jealousy,Greed,Selfish and many other evils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    When I was a small brat, I always idolized the Power Rangers and i watched every season that they showed on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; .From Ninja Storm,Wild force to Time Force....OH yes....i do still remember them.Its a pity to give up what u enjoyed even though you are all grown up.Power Rangers was,is and will be a part of my life's history.Even when i was in kindergarten, i remembered being teased for pretending to be a member of this monster fighting team, but i stood my ground and believed that a Power Ranger do not give up and should stand up whenever they fall.This is something good about Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sex2YIGtHvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZwRlebqVC6g/s1600-h/Mighty_Morphin_Power_Rangers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sex2YIGtHvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZwRlebqVC6g/s320/Mighty_Morphin_Power_Rangers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326762616136998642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                     When I was a small brat, I loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;durian&lt;/span&gt; very much that my parents almost registered me into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;durian&lt;/span&gt; eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;competititon&lt;/span&gt;.I could actually eat 3 fruits on myself when i was just only maybe 5 years old.I was so crazy about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;durian&lt;/span&gt; that i will actually sit on the floor 30 minutes before my father even opened the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;durian&lt;/span&gt;.The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fragrance&lt;/span&gt; and those soft silky flesh that just melt in your mouth , each with their own unique flavours either bitter or sweet.Those were the time.I liked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;durian&lt;/span&gt; so much that i told my parents that when i grow up, i want to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;durian&lt;/span&gt; seller.This got my parents into a big shock.....Their only son a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;durian&lt;/span&gt; seller.....Luckily that did not became reality.Imagine me shouting " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Durian&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Durian&lt;/span&gt;! Come and buy your king of fruit!!!!"......&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/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sex4JdsACeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/WIdtkkVUWbY/s1600-h/Durian_Seller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sex4JdsACeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/WIdtkkVUWbY/s320/Durian_Seller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326764563255790050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                When i was a small brat, i loved candies...all kind of candies.From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gummies&lt;/span&gt; to hard candy.How can any kids despise sweets or candies.It is like the main reason for a kid to live.I loved candies so much that i don't actually suck on it but instead crunch and bite it.I love breaking it into smaller pieces and swallow it.I know its bad for your teeth and stuff but i was a little brat that time, and i am one damn stubborn brat.Hahaha...especially those coco-cola candy .The heart shaped candy filled with sour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sorbet&lt;/span&gt; in the middle which give an acidic taste when touches your mouth. The sensation will just give joy to any brat.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Unfortunately i can't find any pictures of it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            When i was a small brat, i love running around with my friends.Playing chasing and a game call "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;konda&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;kondi&lt;/span&gt;" .It was sweet time where i have no worries and i ran like i am the fastest sprinter on Earth.I ran like there was nothing else i can do other than running.Shouting while running....that is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; of my life then.Laughing with one another no matter who,what and where we from. We don't even care if we are different colours or who is smarter.We are all equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Those were some moments of when i was a small brat.I may not have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;PlayStation&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;game boy&lt;/span&gt; but i did enjoy myself just by my imagination and friends.I will never forget my old friends ....i think i still remember their names.Those brats whom then were my best buddies in S.R.K. Batu Road (2); Gan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Beng&lt;/span&gt; Han,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ganesan&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Zaidaidinor&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Sharul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Nizam&lt;/span&gt;.Those were good old times especially when we explored the so called haunted house which burnt down later on.... good old days when we were brats.....&lt;br /&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/1061667791741344882-6602648393076418076?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6602648393076418076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=6602648393076418076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/6602648393076418076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/6602648393076418076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-was-small-brat.html' title='When i was a small Brat......'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sex2YIGtHvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZwRlebqVC6g/s72-c/Mighty_Morphin_Power_Rangers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-9039689539437627427</id><published>2009-04-14T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T05:32:22.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Each and Everyone of you all....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS BEING A MEMBER OF DC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Diploma in Culinary Arts (DC) Batch 27.......such a nice name compared to Bachelor Degree in Hospitality and Tourism (BDH) Batch 31. It's has been around 2 weeks since the DC's separated.Most went on to pursue their career while a handful of us continued our "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;shining path&lt;/span&gt;" in Taylor's College by pursuing BDH.It's different enviroment and mood compared to the old DC. Well , it has just been 2 weeks i guess, i can't expect much with everyone still "new" with each other.I will just have to adapt like &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Maynard &lt;/span&gt;said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being in DC27 group 2.&lt;br /&gt;I miss laughing and smiling all the time in class.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the DC lecturers whom are more fun and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Maynard's wise words.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Andy' s driving and sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Han's postive energy and attidude.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Zaha's great smile.&lt;br /&gt;I miss working in kitchen under stress.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the laughter and insults thrown at each other in kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing tricks and jokes on you guys.&lt;br /&gt;I miss all those night trips and yum cha session.&lt;br /&gt;I miss all those 3am gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the arguments we had.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those culinary jokes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those internal jokes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss all those teasing and insults.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those friendship and teamwork.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the relationship and bond we had.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those moments.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being a DC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-9039689539437627427?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9039689539437627427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=9039689539437627427' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/9039689539437627427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/9039689539437627427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing-each-and-everyone-of-you-all.html' title='Missing Each and Everyone of you all....'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-6675907674773327068</id><published>2009-04-04T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:45:56.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Discovery</title><content type='html'>Came back from the trip to Redang with my college buddies , twelve of us to be exact; Maynard,Hadi,Aniq,Mischa,Samantha,Sherryna,Wai Kheng,Jimmy,Jon,Andy,Jimmy and Aaron .&lt;br /&gt;The trip took us 3 days and a damn freaking lots of time spent in the bus .The bus to there was like a Nascar racecar while the trip back was like a donkey ride. DONKEY ride means damn slow ....freaking slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Had a  share of fun as well as a share of self discovery which maynard will call it as emo time.Some things do happen at the wrong time.And to reply to Maynard's post which states that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Not like the Vincent I used to know. You let stupid things get to you"&lt;/span&gt;.Well everyone have their period of when that will happen....for some people it's midlife crisis but for Vincent....its during Redang trip.Sorry guys for troubling you guys during the vacation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         But during the 1 hour or so of sitting alone and walking alone , i discovered and decided.....that some issues are not meant to be forced or thought .I will become back &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;the Vincent Maynard used to know.&lt;/span&gt;And i meant it....Redang pictures will come soon after tonite yum cha session to get all the photos....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-6675907674773327068?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6675907674773327068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=6675907674773327068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/6675907674773327068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/6675907674773327068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/self-discovery.html' title='Self Discovery'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-621330753788140105</id><published>2009-03-26T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T05:53:52.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diploma in Culinary Art Over</title><content type='html'>Officially on Saturday the members of Taylor's College Diploma in Culinary Arts 27 also known as the DC27's is going to disband and each and everyone will head out to their respective path from working to studying abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I myself find it quite difficult to graduate from DC27 .All my friends or i should say now as buddies and also the good memories and fun we had.Crazy things that happened.And also not forgetting all those fights and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt; we had.It is a beautiful time i had with all of you all, and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forgetting&lt;/span&gt; those sweet little bastards that i hate,you guys also made my time with you all fun and quite enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I can't deny that i am quite a guy who likes to brag and show off.And i am quite a control freak.Has to be from my days in secondary school. I totally apologise for that and whatever that i may has offended you. Maybe my way of working is not suitable for everyone and sometimes i do ignore people feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable things about the past 2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Our first day when we met each other and the outing the day after.&lt;br /&gt;2)The sarcasm of everyone that just make me speechless but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nevertheless&lt;/span&gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;3)Those Templar's Park waterfall trips&lt;br /&gt;4)Andy's fear and dislike of leeches and the way he kill them&lt;br /&gt;5)Training at Cuisine Studio with Han, Jonathan and Carlos&lt;br /&gt;6)Yum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; session A.K.A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gossping&lt;/span&gt; session&lt;br /&gt;7)The "animals" in group 2&lt;br /&gt;8)The love dramas&lt;br /&gt;9)Foosball and pool session&lt;br /&gt;10)Long hours of works in kitchen from 3am to 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;11)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lin&lt;/span&gt; wearing skirt for 3 times&lt;br /&gt;12)Comfort by friends during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; times&lt;br /&gt;13)Playing and joking in kitchen&lt;br /&gt;14)Those culinary jokes&lt;br /&gt;15)Food promotions&lt;br /&gt;16)All those "caring touching" by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;group mates&lt;/span&gt; especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;han&lt;/span&gt;,cow and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jonathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)The argument which started from "where you get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;parchment&lt;/span&gt; paper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are just some things that and i think the list will go on.2 years is not short time.Here are some pictures from the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct1uMy0OOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qfgsARBWQ44/s1600-h/1_764988180l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct1uMy0OOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qfgsARBWQ44/s320/1_764988180l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317473221609797858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aniq&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct6IL_0WdI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rvFCJ0vrKDs/s1600-h/I+want+your+blood%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct6IL_0WdI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rvFCJ0vrKDs/s320/I+want+your+blood%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317478066119006674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Aniq&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hadi&lt;/span&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SctyifMuBRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4UYvcx8cMzA/s1600-h/DSC05062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SctyifMuBRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4UYvcx8cMzA/s320/DSC05062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317469721856967954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a playground in midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SctzMaNxGgI/AAAAAAAAAHw/uu5lQZOCLWE/s1600-h/Armani+people.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SctzMaNxGgI/AAAAAAAAAHw/uu5lQZOCLWE/s320/Armani+people.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317470442073692674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the briefing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct0JbO1OEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-HECRp5n3Xc/s1600-h/How+to+tie+a+tie+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct0JbO1OEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-HECRp5n3Xc/s320/How+to+tie+a+tie+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317471490318612546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching Jonathan how to wear a tie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct0cxYL4LI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sPUcNZkPqtQ/s1600-h/Mischa+pouting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct0cxYL4LI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sPUcNZkPqtQ/s320/Mischa+pouting.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317471822680940722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischa looking bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct5mBsgC_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/PKrTkAfcbfc/s1600-h/Also+airhead.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct5mBsgC_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/PKrTkAfcbfc/s320/Also+airhead.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317477479238077426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;practicing&lt;/span&gt; to become superstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct2GieKPeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/iB5F_Q1uqls/s1600-h/IMG_0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct2GieKPeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/iB5F_Q1uqls/s320/IMG_0206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317473639745600994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sherryna&lt;/span&gt; acting cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct26D4bvpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dgo16km3J88/s1600-h/Happy+bday+Jon%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct26D4bvpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dgo16km3J88/s320/Happy+bday+Jon%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317474524887498386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan taking a bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct4btVo0UI/AAAAAAAAAI4/tVW_458TCW8/s1600-h/Hadi+suicidal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct4btVo0UI/AAAAAAAAAI4/tVW_458TCW8/s320/Hadi+suicidal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317476202463154498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die die !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct3GMjNCDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bMVgOkNqxHM/s1600-h/IMG_7644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct3GMjNCDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bMVgOkNqxHM/s320/IMG_7644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317474733372803122" 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/1061667791741344882-621330753788140105?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/621330753788140105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=621330753788140105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/621330753788140105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/621330753788140105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/diploma-in-culinary-art-over.html' title='Diploma in Culinary Art Over'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/Sct1uMy0OOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qfgsARBWQ44/s72-c/1_764988180l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-7695371733324512030</id><published>2009-03-23T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:58:25.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Flowing River</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;the serenity of the forest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;One could hear the faint sound of water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The great flowing river cutting through the forest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Calm flowing current,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;None stood in its path,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Like a river in a forest......that's what i am feeling now.I told myself I shall act &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;calm and steady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i shouldn't loose my logic or stress my body.I am going to have fun until the end.No stress or obstacles should stood in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Cooking is fun and i shall enjoy it .&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Comments and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;criticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;....to hell with them&lt;/span&gt;.I am having my final exam in kitchen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.After seeing the victims of worries and stress, i strongly told myself i should not and will not be like them. So tomorrow  will be a day to test my happiness and my will to stay calm and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ay is done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gone the sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From the hill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All is well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;God is nigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-7695371733324512030?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7695371733324512030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=7695371733324512030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/7695371733324512030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/7695371733324512030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-flowing-river.html' title='I Am A Flowing River'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-5358269326052598830</id><published>2009-03-19T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:59:44.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking is no longer just an Art, It mores to Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cooking is no longer an art?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        That is what i was thinking as i was searching for recipes to prepare for my final exam.Its seems like cooking is not anymore to bring happiness to others or to make one feel good just by eating the food anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       As time passes, i realizes that we (dc students) tends to get more competitive as every passing term.In term 1, we were just enjoying ourselves ,willing to help and teach another and smile while learning to cook.Now that feeling has changed into something else.Whenever one did a good job, we tend to get jealous and start talk highly about that someone in very sarcastic way.And then they will try to strive just to win that person back.....competition is good but it is also bad in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       What happened to being happy that your friend did well or proud that he is like that! Why as we get older , we tend to be more jealous of others even our close friends.I can say i get jealous of others at certain time.It is human nature i assume....Fame and Reputation and not forgetting EGO is  like a double edged sword....it can help you to obtain your objective but it can also hurt yourself in the end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Why not whenever we see our friend being praised for his good work and just say "Good job,man " instead of sarcasm which may just make the person feel bad for doing a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Not trying to point some sense into anyone, just a expression of feelings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-5358269326052598830?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5358269326052598830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=5358269326052598830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/5358269326052598830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/5358269326052598830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/cooking-is-no-longer-just-art-it-mores.html' title='Cooking is no longer just an Art, It mores to Competition'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-8513927543087490045</id><published>2009-03-08T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T06:54:55.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My GroupMates</title><content type='html'>It has been 2 years, can't say its short nor its long but in this 2 years,i really appreciated and enjoyed your companionship.All the sweet and bitter experience is something which I know all of us won't forgot. In just 2 weeks time, all of us will be heading towards different paths .I still remember how we worked with each other.We were a good team ....thats what i can see.We comunicate with each other in our own way, scolding,cursing and screwing each other but in matter of a day, we are good buddies again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I certainly will remember each and everyone of you.Each with a different habit and personality but when it comes group time, we worked together like an "item".The good old days and certainly the new vocabulary ; SLAM and MACHIKENI......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        In the start of term 2 or 3, i remember we doing comments on one another personality of how one felt about the rest.So i decided to do one just before we parted towards our own ways.In a alphabetic order...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SbPM2AxWp7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/r6P4Q9KawZQ/s1600-h/DSC04099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SbPM2AxWp7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/r6P4Q9KawZQ/s320/DSC04099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310813613891954610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SbPM2AxWp7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/r6P4Q9KawZQ/s1600-h/DSC04099.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From left to right : Cow,Maynard,Ckin,Zaha,Hadi,Andy,Leon,Vincent(me),Yi lin Phang,Mischa,Aniq,Jonathan,Han,Seng Ming,Chef Frederic. Missing:Hong,and Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zaha@Kudhu&lt;/span&gt; - The soft and gentle Zaha who always give a cool and calm feeling whenever around her.Never did she complaint about anything and not forgetting the sweet smile whenever you greet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aniq@BearBear&lt;/span&gt; -The joyful and always jolly bear...oops ...i mean guy.Always rolling his cigrattes and ais kosong.He is a good friend whom you can just talk to without any guard.And plus he is huggable and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yi Lin@Lamlam&lt;/span&gt; - The girl who drives Myvi 78.Surprisingly quite a hardcore gamer.An obedient daughter and i will always remember the "tiba -tiba kena F@#&amp;amp;%". Should be seeing her since she also want to go for BDH.Now i remember why i don't want go BDH :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mischa@LiShuang&lt;/span&gt; -Hyperactive girl who posseses the power of sugar rush and not forgetting all the "SLAM SLAM !!" whenever she around.A random girl who just talk randomly and is now quite famous for the square cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Han@Nemo&lt;/span&gt; -One of my comrade in training.A friend who is trustable , always ready to help someone without expecting anything.He always accidentally take my ingredients in kithcen..i mean always...maybe he trying to get my attention. Oh yeah, he also made my training miserable but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hong@Hong&lt;/span&gt; - No nickname so far for her. Friendly person i must say and all those stupid things that she told me. I will always remember her as the girl in shorts and slippers watching drama in class while the lecturer is in front.Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andy@Andian&lt;/span&gt; -The malay guy who isn't quite malay. He say he is going to be a supplier, so i do expect cheap price from him later.The tall guy with a high sense of curiousity and i think thats why he drive evo 7 , to zoom around to sastify his curiousity....just kidding.And thanx for the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man Yaw@Cow -&lt;/span&gt;The green cow who always sing in the class.Known for his doraemon act and ngan loi.Always grabbing and molesting me for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jonathan@Taiko Cheras -&lt;/span&gt;Another comrade of mine in training.He is certainly a taiko.He talk like one and drive like one.But the best thing about him, he know a lot of people.If i need a kitchen manager, i will certainly find him due to his networking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maynard@Kucing Sakti&lt;/span&gt; -Yup...i gave the name kucing sakti to him. A magical cat that flew from Sarawak and is always sarcastic and ready to talk until you are speechless.A good fren to gossip with especially about "politics".And yeah he is married.....(fortunately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay@FatLala -&lt;/span&gt;Jay , the "Odd" one due to his liking in people .He always say he chose the wrong course but no offence its true.But undeniably he is good in talking with people so he is suitable as a PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hadi@Huddy&lt;/span&gt; -Hadi, my little buddy who came far from being a quiet guy in the first term.Now he is a big rempit who have the skill of making really good and weird facial expression which will not fail to make you laugh.Well creative people have eccentric behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leon@MagicMan&lt;/span&gt;-Leon , now a busy man due to his "you know who".Always with his magic tricks even in his assignments , he uses his magic tricks. And somehow always magically get into accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ckin@Mrs.One-&lt;/span&gt;  Ckin, my little "sayang" who always is just adorable.The sayang here means she is like a little sister to me.Always trying to greet me with cute (weird) gestures. When she did not sleep for one night , my advice to all, try avoid from looking at her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phang@Old Man -&lt;/span&gt;Thats what jonathan call him...He is the eldest in our group and is the mature and more sensible than all of us.The good thing about him is that he can mix with all of us despite the age gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seng Ming@CarrotCake&lt;/span&gt; - The Melaka boy who is always with his maplestory.A funny guy who is always not serious.Always making lame joke about Lala .And the suprising thing about him is he tease people so people will chase him and "rape" him.And i can see him smiling and laughing while being "Raped"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-8513927543087490045?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8513927543087490045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=8513927543087490045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/8513927543087490045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/8513927543087490045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-groupmates.html' title='My GroupMates'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SbPM2AxWp7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/r6P4Q9KawZQ/s72-c/DSC04099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-8654749004769172408</id><published>2009-03-07T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T07:54:20.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What has happened???</title><content type='html'>What has happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOT....DAMN A LOT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           It has been since october if i not mistaken that my last post on this blog.Been busy and lazy.What has happened to me? I am in term 6...wooohooo ....i am officially a senior.....you know those people who act so big like that know what they are doing and always looking down at others....yup i am one of them !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SbKVp_VUCpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/24Y4GsfsUjc/s1600-h/DSC04099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SbKVp_VUCpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/24Y4GsfsUjc/s320/DSC04099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310471459231238802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the DC27 Group 2 Seniors *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             This term is our final term and as any organization in this world....politics exist everywhere, and yes politics came into the dc's.Anger,Jealousy,Disastifaction,Disgust were all vented onto one another. Only left people screaming and pulling each other's hair.Politics are scary....Oh well....at least we had 5 terms of nice experience...but term 6 is still another interesting term...&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;           What else happened......hmmm....i went back to visit my scout troop for the Investiture Nite....a lot has changed with the troop, can't almost recgonize it.Some are good changes but some are not....Some tradition are to be kept and there's a reason its called tradition.....Juniors are getting smaller and smaller and more babyish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Other than that, i got few extra scars from hot melting sugar to knives and hot oven.I gottten into a few "akward moments".Realized that the world is not easy to live in especially when there are a species that call girls that co-exist with another species call guys.....and yeah i got a bit "emo" , thats what my frens told me but don't worry i won't suicide or kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Oh yeah....final exam is coming soon...wohooo..Its a exam where i go in.....get a list if ingredients and make my own dish out....and there is french oral interview,BM interview....This is bad....very bad....I can see the sun burning out now.Dark shadows falling upon me....and i am "blind".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-8654749004769172408?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8654749004769172408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=8654749004769172408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/8654749004769172408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/8654749004769172408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-has-happened.html' title='What has happened???'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SbKVp_VUCpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/24Y4GsfsUjc/s72-c/DSC04099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-763360723985403114</id><published>2008-10-12T03:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T03:45:14.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 5 is on....Am i a Senior now?</title><content type='html'>Term 5 have started.....which means No more Cuisine studio....No more training.....No more being harassed. It has been a week since college started.My group members are still the same though, we amke a lot of noise and lame lame jokes.Nothing much has changed other than we are seniors and we got some 'fascinating and impressive' lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do sometimes miss training at cuisine studio compared to studying in Taylor's.Maybe it's the sense of belonging.I realized that i work much faster and better in Cuisine Studio compared to the kitchen class in college.I even tend to think better and faster .Even in my first class of kitchen, i was the last to send in my main course and starter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, will update and renovate this blog.I know some of my links to my friends' blogs doesn't work....too long never touch this blog....ZzzzZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-763360723985403114?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/763360723985403114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=763360723985403114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/763360723985403114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/763360723985403114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/term-5-is-onam-i-senior-now.html' title='Term 5 is on....Am i a Senior now?'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-8070673107601977433</id><published>2008-06-29T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T05:47:37.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30th July 2008.Date of Legal Slavery.</title><content type='html'>30th July 2008......a date that wouldn't be forgotten by most of my comrades including me .It was the time for legal slavery to commence again.This will be my second legal slavery @k@ Industrial Training.I will began my training at 1400 hours loacted at Cuisine Studio. Yeah the same place i went last training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SGeDa1pUeXI/AAAAAAAAADw/1cN9mrsJDM8/s1600-h/entrance+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 213px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SGeDa1pUeXI/AAAAAAAAADw/1cN9mrsJDM8/s320/entrance+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217283190432233842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SGeDLIRJblI/AAAAAAAAADo/HKpx40TrPoQ/s1600-h/wholerest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 167px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SGeDLIRJblI/AAAAAAAAADo/HKpx40TrPoQ/s320/wholerest.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217282920553213522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, theres few different things;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;1.I will not be going with Jerry and Richard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;2.I will be going with Han,Yi Lin,Johnathan,Carlos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I will feel at home &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I am more prepared for all the scolding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;5.I think i am better than last time&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. No more doing service or sales, just cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;GOOD LUCK MY COMRADES IN DC27 , ESPECIALLY GROUP 2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HOPE TO SEE ALL OF YOU IN THE SAME GROUP.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HOPE NO ONE GOT KICKED OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SGeEJBOCpwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sqRl7tuNaOg/s1600-h/DSC07427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SGeEJBOCpwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sqRl7tuNaOg/s320/DSC07427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217283983813027586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;P.S: this is just another post just to make this blog updated.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-8070673107601977433?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8070673107601977433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=8070673107601977433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/8070673107601977433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/8070673107601977433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/30th-july-2008date-of-legal-slavery.html' title='30th July 2008.Date of Legal Slavery.'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SGeDa1pUeXI/AAAAAAAAADw/1cN9mrsJDM8/s72-c/entrance+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-5603068596638605279</id><published>2008-06-06T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T04:52:10.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Fu Panda Rocks the cinema!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; JENG JENG JENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ......Today went to watch "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; Panda" with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;,Maynard,Han,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aniq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Lin&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks Andy for giving us a seat for my "imaginary friend".He's grateful for it.&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome movie.....best animated movie.....Funny like hell.You could hear people laughing non stop .&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; there were kids behind us.I could hear them asking their mother...."What is so funny???" .....~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Potong&lt;/span&gt; Steam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SEkeVsR1raI/AAAAAAAAABk/nrX9HsLhuEQ/s1600-h/kung-fu-panda-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 204px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SEkeVsR1raI/AAAAAAAAABk/nrX9HsLhuEQ/s320/kung-fu-panda-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208727802042756514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is mainly about Po, the big fat panda who was chosen as the Dragon warrior whom was supposed to defeat an almighty leopard, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tai&lt;/span&gt; Lung.See how he became a powerful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt; master from a noodle chef.Watch out for his belly and ass!!!! They are his great assets and I REALLY MEAN HIS GREATEST ASSET......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trailer of the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3c8c00f5dacb54fa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAKXn9zyzXTyW6NoE_4ojujoy3Az-D_f3nuILn0kKLYfHIphpSH4aJyqjvC_doFnDPKnYVz9vf4BqSYyA9iAfGYVU8SnQy7u2aOPl95kJP-7b2VymrHqd-70VrssxMTK5x7g6n4-T4jYPKqNLOLBvcjC8OGXOYZRse6rWxn5b3bWUyBfFfV67SabGlc7K5hiYCiIrxLEVQaxye0Ms3GnMiMVXHVpt388lNKSaFEHVmfAT%26sigh%3DCvXiR7RWm31Hafa3P7iq5pqXXqs%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c8c00f5dacb54fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DtQg6f8GtLB71IzwK2Q8musgIzXs&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAKXn9zyzXTyW6NoE_4ojujoy3Az-D_f3nuILn0kKLYfHIphpSH4aJyqjvC_doFnDPKnYVz9vf4BqSYyA9iAfGYVU8SnQy7u2aOPl95kJP-7b2VymrHqd-70VrssxMTK5x7g6n4-T4jYPKqNLOLBvcjC8OGXOYZRse6rWxn5b3bWUyBfFfV67SabGlc7K5hiYCiIrxLEVQaxye0Ms3GnMiMVXHVpt388lNKSaFEHVmfAT%26sigh%3DCvXiR7RWm31Hafa3P7iq5pqXXqs%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c8c00f5dacb54fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DtQg6f8GtLB71IzwK2Q8musgIzXs&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe me if i tell Po is my friend and is in my class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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                                             ......&lt;br /&gt;                                                .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spot the similarity between this two pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SEkgPJfZPDI/AAAAAAAAACE/wFVtCZt7-rY/s1600-h/kung_fu_panda_xl_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 217px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SEkgPJfZPDI/AAAAAAAAACE/wFVtCZt7-rY/s320/kung_fu_panda_xl_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208729888648412210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SEkh5Y5YGoI/AAAAAAAAACk/FNWYg-rKvEg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 214px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SEkh5Y5YGoI/AAAAAAAAACk/FNWYg-rKvEg/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208731713850055298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they just adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SEkgcsdw_WI/AAAAAAAAACU/Mt_Dg0_KmIE/s1600-h/fupanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 170px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SEkgcsdw_WI/AAAAAAAAACU/Mt_Dg0_KmIE/s320/fupanda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208730121375120738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SEke-cR1tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HAIx6fHtwgc/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 170px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SEke-cR1tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HAIx6fHtwgc/s320/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208728502122428050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SEkfcKF7sGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kzZNLxVdXNI/s1600-h/kungfu_001.jpg"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i mean both of them.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just for fun.......And to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Maynard&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Andy&lt;/span&gt;...I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Beruang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But seriously GUYS.....WATCH IT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-5603068596638605279?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3c8c00f5dacb54fa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5603068596638605279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=5603068596638605279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/5603068596638605279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/5603068596638605279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/kung-fu-panda-rocks-cinema.html' title='Kung Fu Panda Rocks the cinema!'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SEkeVsR1raI/AAAAAAAAABk/nrX9HsLhuEQ/s72-c/kung-fu-panda-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-2780386814770111936</id><published>2008-05-09T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:09:05.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a freaking drama day........Testing ,y skill as P driver</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the driving test for me, a P driver......My 7 years old Kembara was giving me problems the whole freaking day.It was gonna be Mother's Day soon ....so Me, Yi lin, Maynard,Mischa,Han and Hadi decided to go Yi Lin's house to bake cakes with TENDER LOVING CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      It was like 3pm when we were driving to yi lin's house in Kota Kemuning.Mischa and Yi Lin was in yi Lin's Myvi who was directing us to her house.Han,Maynard,Hadi was in my car.So the expedition began and the DRAMA begun. Suddenly there were this guy shouting at us and pointing at my car.We couldn't hear what he was saying as the window was up. Then another  motorist did the same thing.Han finally wind down the window and out his head out to check what was wrong.My tyre was punctured.No wonder why i cannot use my Over Drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So we headed to a nearby petrol station where a petrol station personnel helped me to change the tyre.Problem solved.headed to Yi Lin's house.We waited for a while at the playground nearby .And as usual, college kids playing swings there  while being watched by secondary school kids who was smoking.......Damn malu.That's why i ran back to my car and played Nintendo DS in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Yi Lin came back and started baking cake.I and Hadi baked a cheesecake which the recipe was the creation of mine.We used our CHEF'S INSTINCT to bake the cake.Mine was a bit flat as there wasn't enough mixture for me and Hadi.Hadi was nice as he used a smaller baking tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hadi and me finsihed baking at around 8pm but we were all waiting for the two gals to bake their cake and we ended up going home at 10pm.So all of stuffed ourselves into my car .3 people at eh back.Han sitting in front.And add 3 boxes of cakes,5 bags and yeah a tray of eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Was driving as careful as i can as there were cakes in the car.Evertying wass smooth going .Then the second DRAMA of the day came.When i was drving through the toll....suddenly the brake doesn't works.....and there was this car in front of me.i pressed the brake again...SHIT...it didn't really work.Then panickly...i changed the gear to P.The car stopped.I told the rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So for the rest of the jouney back to Taylor's college....I had to ask Han to pull the handbrake for me...Sorry Hadi...coz you have to walk a bit to your motorcycle.Sorry Mischa coz cannot send you home.Sorry Maynard and Han for scaring u guys..&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   So basically....it was just a drama day for me.Now i most probably have to take KTM on Monday.....Damn!!! and i am damn sure andy and beruang will start to laugh and tease at me.But beruang....rememebr the Karma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pictures are with Maynard as i was not in the mood for pictures*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-2780386814770111936?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2780386814770111936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=2780386814770111936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/2780386814770111936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/2780386814770111936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-freaking-drama-daytesting-y-skill.html' title='What a freaking drama day........Testing ,y skill as P driver'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-6887807193243969672</id><published>2008-05-02T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T08:03:12.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scouting Life</title><content type='html'>        Scouting was, is and will be part of my life.Been in scouts for almost 7 years now.Everyone that knows me knew that i am crazy about scouting.I have been through everything in scouts.... embarrassment,excitement,happiness and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole 7 years, i did uncountable things. Went under a drainage pipe with dead rat inside.Soaking in a river in the middle of night for almost 3 hours.Walked in my underwear at the side of the road. Those are things that i did even though they are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt how to deal with kids as the juniors all acted like kids.I learned the pleasure of playing with fire which i am still having pleasure with, Pyrotechnics.....that's what i prefer to call it.I became sort of Guard of Honor for the Prime Minister. I found excitement in climbing waterfalls ,river trekking and all the campfire and social activities i went to. It was in scout that i found my interest in cooking which led me to Culinary Arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the good old days........ When i went back for troop meeting, it always make me feel emotional as it reminds me of the old times. Was a bit disappointed when saw the new batch of juniors.They all look sissy and babyish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures from my old times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagle Scout Group's Scout Den.This is where i spent most of my times.I spent almost 5 hours for 6 days a week here.I slept almost 80 over nights here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SBsjj8SrPWI/AAAAAAAAABU/v_5GU6_8hXg/s1600-h/Picture+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 240px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SBsjj8SrPWI/AAAAAAAAABU/v_5GU6_8hXg/s320/Picture+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195785695488851298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boasting about my troop....hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1_615897621l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 387px; height: 275px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/1_615897621l.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouting as we were doing a introduction at our school's campfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1_769547616l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 273px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/1_769547616l.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching as the juniors are teaching the younger juniors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1_796907664l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 438px; height: 259px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/1_796907664l.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo of my council members when we were still young(form 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13428751849376l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SBsnPcSrPXI/AAAAAAAAABc/qGFvNG3lVA4/s1600-h/16675288711862l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 194px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SBsnPcSrPXI/AAAAAAAAABc/qGFvNG3lVA4/s320/16675288711862l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195789741348044146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13428751849376l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 196px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/13428751849376l.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16675371547413l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 234px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/16675371547413l.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of me and my council members as we were helping out at the guides HQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2774330872893l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 437px; height: 293px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/2774330872893l.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, standing in that freaking position for almost one hour, it was damn hot and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture077.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 329px; height: 267px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/Picture077.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture133.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/Picture133.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture083.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 310px; height: 389px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/Picture083.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures  during some scout events in different areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8050079.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 397px; height: 297px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/P8050079.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture214.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 288px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/Picture214.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seniors of the Eagle Scout Group in the year 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture175.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 522px; height: 391px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/Picture175.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first work of culinary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture174.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 204px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/Picture174.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I damn miss my life in scouting.....All those fun and excitement and not mentioning the harsh training. I still remember the when i was in secondary one, there were like 70 of us and when i was in form 5, there was only 5 of us. Maybe that's what made 8th Bukit Bintang Eagle Scouts Group of Saint John's Institution as we still are in the group after all those harsh training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1_865536394l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 222px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/1_865536394l.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=392778268l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 291px; height: 220px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/392778268l.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eaglescoutgroupsemblem.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 246px; height: 209px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff289/nightscouter/eaglescoutgroupsemblem.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-6887807193243969672?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6887807193243969672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=6887807193243969672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/6887807193243969672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/6887807193243969672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/scouting-life.html' title='Scouting Life'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SBsjj8SrPWI/AAAAAAAAABU/v_5GU6_8hXg/s72-c/Picture+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-2023824950998186631</id><published>2008-04-16T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:57:21.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Job? Rubbish?</title><content type='html'>*This post was written half way and was continued later due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exhaustion&lt;/span&gt; faced by the writer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Slept for like 12 hours for the past 4 days......Been going to college at 7.30am and reaching home only at 11.00pm in the night for 4 days .Culinary arts is hard......not so easy as it seems.Today was our 'Le Brioche' bakery sale by my group...DC27 Group 2.I was the leader for this project and gladly i will say that everything went smoothly and reached our target and demands.Everyone worked just well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; First time for me that everything went alright.....not much big problem that couldn't be solved in just a matter of hours.Production of the pastries to be sold of the day just went alright....That was the happy part of the day....By the end of the bakery.....what did i see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; Lin was sick and lost her voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay was sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zaha&lt;/span&gt; was not feeling well too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is freaking tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aniq&lt;/span&gt; was happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; as he was the public relation personnel of the day, he met lots of gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;majority&lt;/span&gt; of the customer for the day were mostly gals....maybe around 80%.He was so happy that he was singing some song with these words in it ...Honey...Sweety.....Cupcake.He was just like a dancing bear.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Amidst&lt;/span&gt; of all the happy morning...evening was devastated.We were asked to cook in our applied tech with this recipe and we are to make it different .Everyone  was so tired because of the morning that most of us were like zombies cooking.But everything was done though.We presented the dishes....and as expected....chef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Frederick&lt;/span&gt; gave comments on our dishes.I was lucky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; that i had tissue in my pocket and i placed my completed dish in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;oven&lt;/span&gt; for 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; before serving.....he said i passed....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Weeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then our director of programme came,"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;chauve&lt;/span&gt;" guy or known as Chef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Bala&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what did he said????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;RUBBISH.......THIS IS ALL RUBBISH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SAhFSpe682I/AAAAAAAAABM/zMG7rdeRUM8/s1600-h/rubbish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 211px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SAhFSpe682I/AAAAAAAAABM/zMG7rdeRUM8/s320/rubbish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190474757220004706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And everyone went emo......hahahaha....I was a bit offended but oh well i found out the theory behind his action.Its all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pyshcology&lt;/span&gt; tactics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-2023824950998186631?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2023824950998186631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=2023824950998186631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/2023824950998186631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/2023824950998186631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-job-rubbish.html' title='Good Job? Rubbish?'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/SAhFSpe682I/AAAAAAAAABM/zMG7rdeRUM8/s72-c/rubbish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-3107017464777709224</id><published>2008-04-08T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T06:32:14.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubting My Ownself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/R_tzfwUQqZI/AAAAAAAAABE/9vLdKTWnz-8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/R_tzfwUQqZI/AAAAAAAAABE/9vLdKTWnz-8/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186866385230277010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I am doubting about my mind reflexes and my words.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Came back today to home....and suddenly i realized that i am gonna have an exciting culinary term at Taylor's .It will be sO THRILLING and stressful ...all because of my action.....silly actions i presume. The first sign from GOD when i somehow became the class reputation.My plan backfire when i was trying to nominate Leon as he was too trying to nominate me.DAMN...... and then like normal DC members, when the rest saw that there is a fire....they add oil,petrol,spirit methyl,kerosene ........and POOF ......Okay...Vincent you are the Class representative.And for the comedic part, the French lecturer ,Monsieur Yeoh gave me a new name Sern Sern.....as if Vincent isn't a simple name for him.And i got laughed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for any one's information, I don't want to be a class rep.It will be a nice job if i don't have to handle the photocopying duty. That's the worst job.I would rather do stewarding, sweeping floor than being a class rep.And some more , it was not on my own desire.Who will do a job given to him without his desire and still put their effort into it....I know i won't give much effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AND AGAIN I DON'T WANT TO BE A CLASS REP....ANYONE IN GROUP 1 OR 2 IS UP FOR THE JOB, YOU CAN SMS OR EMAIL ME .......I WILL GLADLY GIVE IT TO YOU AND TREAT YOU TO LUNCH FOR A MONTH.....AND I MEAN IT.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/R_tyNgUQqWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XO6purvKaVI/s1600-h/56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 172px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/R_tyNgUQqWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XO6purvKaVI/s320/56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186864972186036578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another sign is when today the Chef asked who wants to be the leader for the first bakery session.Something in me made me raise my hand.....I think some of my group members must be thinking .....Hmmm...Vincent must think he is so great and tak sedar diri to take the responsibilities...... Maybe i thought it will be fun to try it first.So if i were to do a bad job.....i can say its the first session and such short time to prepare for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sounds emo in this post .....no i think i am emo .......especially being chose as the class rep part........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-3107017464777709224?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3107017464777709224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=3107017464777709224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/3107017464777709224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/3107017464777709224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/doubting-my-ownself.html' title='Doubting My Ownself'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HJeKOO9cc88/R_tzfwUQqZI/AAAAAAAAABE/9vLdKTWnz-8/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-924914613707477177</id><published>2008-03-21T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:49:53.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Mortem</title><content type='html'>Industrial Training......... a part of a culinary programme to learn and experience the real culinary world or kitchen life in a hotel or restaurant.It is also something that could be called as legal slavery system where the restaurant or hotel needs some workers with no experience or so needed to do all the miscellenous duty such as stewarding,choping and peeling onions, cleaning the kitchen and runinng here and there to get stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But behind all this agenda, there are actually some sense in this work as i discover.But i do not know if it actually works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stewarding/washing the stuff&lt;/span&gt; - its preparation  for the trainee to help prepare food in the kitchen as while they wash the equipment , they will know wat equipment is in the kitchen .Other than that,one will learn to minimize usage of equipments to minimize the things to wash later on.For plates and cutleries, so the trainee will know which plate serve with which food as well as the cutleries.....the trainee will find it out from  the leftovers or stains on the plates.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cleaning the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;-Train one's stamina....sweeping and moping the floor is actually hardwork as you are already tired after a day's work and you will have to scrub the floor if there are hard stains there.Another reason for cleaning the kitchen, so that the trainee will realize that working without making a mess is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Running from one kitchen to another kitchen- &lt;/span&gt;As it only happen in hotel, most of the time, the trainee have to run to other kitchen to get ingredients that the chef needs,and sometimes this trainee are not wanted in the other kitchen .So this will force the trainee to learn how to socialize with the other chefs from different kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now , that the 3 months of legal slavery is done, it's back to college life which i am looking damn foward to.How much have i improve? How fast can i do stuff? and all the juicy gossip from everyone.hehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-924914613707477177?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/924914613707477177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=924914613707477177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/924914613707477177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/924914613707477177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/post-mortem.html' title='Post Mortem'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-2247159070068639261</id><published>2008-02-07T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T04:11:09.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Poisoning.....On CNY eve!</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year supposed to be a big bang with nice foods and celebration.I was supposed to be working on the Chinese New Year Eve but on that morning , i woke up feeling weak and pain in my stomach. In the end ...in half an hour , i went to the toilet twice.....i got the feeling of food poisoning. Must be the vietnamese food i ate the day before coz that's only wat i ate that day. Damn those people whos cooking there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     In the end, had to go see the doctor....and it was proven that my assumption was correct.So for two freaking days.....the toilet had been my close friend and you won't believe what one can do in a toilet.......Suffering and groaning and laying down is not a nice thing to do , especially on CNY eve and CNY itself.Furthermore i won't be having holiday for 2 weeks coz of this....Damn those people who serve and cook the food for me again.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-2247159070068639261?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2247159070068639261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=2247159070068639261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/2247159070068639261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/2247159070068639261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/food-poisoningon-cny-eve.html' title='Food Poisoning.....On CNY eve!'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-995014613014344818</id><published>2008-01-15T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:59:26.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally , i can see the sun rise</title><content type='html'>From the darkness , i finally could actually sense things are getting better and i could see the sun rises....... finally some light in the darkness of industrial training.Things were getting better as i spend more time at my industrial training venue....the multi-tasking restaurant, Cuisine Studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was kinda upgraded into preparing starter, preparing bread &amp;amp; basket for service, and doing the stewarding Better than last time when i was only doing stewarding and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;moving&lt;/span&gt; stuff.Although i only have a day off every week but i am starting to like to work there especially the night shifts.Tired but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Saw the Dc27 blog founded by the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kucing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kurap&lt;/span&gt;" , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tuan&lt;/span&gt; Maynard......It seems like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; industrial training is going well.Oh yeah, by the way,i am missing you guys and i am saying the truth ...no matter if you are a guy or girl...i miss all my dc27 members especially my group 2 guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Wanted to take a photo of the uniform in my industrial training but its a bit hard to take photo there without grabbing the attention of my co-workers.The uniform there is like those surgeon are wearing.It's not like any normal chef jacket.No buttons.And the best part, its all in black...i got my dream of wearing a black chef jacket.I had to wear the white safety shoe from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;taylors&lt;/span&gt; though.And with those white shoes, one will really look like a surgeon. Imagine a team of black clothed surgeon working in an open kitchen...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how it looks in where i am training now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; is a big day for me.My senior is off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; , so its only chef Jean Michelle , me and the "sous chef" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt;.I am damn scared of screwing up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; as before this , i have the help of my senior in case of any question or help.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; will be kinda like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;a test&lt;/span&gt; for me.I am gonna do my best ...not gonna give up .....will just eat whatever the chef will scream at me. i am gonna work there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; like that is my bedroom ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, i miss college life of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lepaking&lt;/span&gt; and relaxing all the time.I miss watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;.I miss my dc27 mates .I miss all my other friends.And i miss missing Eagle Scout Group recruitment drive for new members, and all the activities they are gonna have in the next 3 months.I miss camping and i seem to found a place nice to camp...with all the facilities.Planning to make a trip after my industrial training....wondering if any dc27 mates up for the challenge and fun.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no pictures from the training cause training is busy and means business!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-995014613014344818?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/995014613014344818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=995014613014344818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/995014613014344818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/995014613014344818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally-i-can-see-sun-rise.html' title='Finally , i can see the sun rise'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-1297121971142174609</id><published>2008-01-10T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T05:13:43.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuisine Training</title><content type='html'>Cusine Studio........that's the place to eat,learn,and shop.That's also where i am undetaking my training.Training is hard no matter wheter you are ready or not ready......For the last few days, i have been working my ass off ....working from 2pm to almost 12am or so.What have i been doing there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning&lt;br /&gt;Moping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , i can't complain much for i am a trainee there , but seriously i enjoy my time there other than all the scolding from the chef(french) and the manager.It seems i am a bit slow or maybe cause i was having this fear of working there.....anyway ...the scolding is worth what i am doing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my job upgraded.....i have to help out in kitchen , which i am still learning due to the fact i do not know where the ingredients are .In the same time, i have to do the stewarding and whatever the manager ask me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a short story, Industrial Training for me is hard and difficult but fun cause can learn a few stuff .The scolding is getting worse but i think i can still hang on.Hopefully, i dun piss the chef too much.I am going to work my ass to make sure i do not get scold anymore..... ciaoz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all my dc27 members in their training .....miss you guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-1297121971142174609?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1297121971142174609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=1297121971142174609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/1297121971142174609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/1297121971142174609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/cuisine-training.html' title='Cuisine Training'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-2189990272457335311</id><published>2007-12-18T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:12:09.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG  and another BANG!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>BANG.......screecccccchhhhh.........BANG....... thats the sound from last week.What happened? My first accident.And the best part, i crashed into a car and into my neighbours wall divider.Damn! Jimmy and Maynard were in my car. Got  45 mins of lecture from my mom and sour face from my younger sister . It was her birthday and my parents were out whole day to settle the car insurance.Sorry sis!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Another question...why i only updated it now? coz i wasn't in any mood  to write anything.Term 3 is over and now is term break.Just sleep, eat and sit in front of pc and go back to sleep.I am like a lifeless geek who is supported by the internet....hahaha.Quite boring though.Now just waiting for industrial training but bad news , i may get stuck with two of the most hated person in my batch DC27.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Oh yeah, i got 2 new knives and a bucther's steel .It cost Rm 1,050 after converted back into RM from aussie dollar. Those knives are just NICE!!! they are just nice....no words else can describe it , maybe coz its my own knives .ahahhaaha.Thats all for now.ciaoz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I miss daily college life.WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I miss "Kucing" and "Beruang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I miss Andy's sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I miss Yi lin's shouting and sreaming and her look whenever i disturb her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I miss someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I miss cooking in the kitchen with my group mates , making noises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)I miss Hadi's superb acting and emotions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-2189990272457335311?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2189990272457335311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=2189990272457335311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/2189990272457335311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/2189990272457335311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/bang-and-another-bang.html' title='BANG  and another BANG!!!!!!'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061667791741344882.post-6658082900744521802</id><published>2007-12-09T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T05:21:59.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night Stand in the Jungle.....</title><content type='html'>FINALLY AFTER A LONG WAITING, i was back in the jungle after about 7 months or so.Just missed the scent of jungle, the mysterious aura of the jungle and of course the inhibitants of the jungles(spirits,ghosts&amp;amp;etc).Templar Park was ther destinationof the night.The camp started on the friday morning but Me and two of my other two council member,Jet Thye and Vincent decided to drive there on Saturday due to my exam which was on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We left for Templar Park at 11.00pm or so.We reached there around 1200am or so.The place was just dark,which was expected.Then this funny thing happened.....I opened the car door adn i could hear loud music of people singing.I was shocked!!!!WTFG !!!!Who will want to sing in a jungle middle of the night......In the end, we found out that there is a malay stall proividing karaoke service ....&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the "inhibitants of the jungle" doesn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    After doing nature's call next to the car near some bushes and changing into short pants and slippers, the three of us started the hike to locate our troop members.On the way , after 20mins hike, we saw some of the rovers going down for a drink at the malay stall mentioned above.So we went back down with them....seniority rules in the troop, what can be done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After drinking for an hour, the 9 of us started hiking back up to the campsite which took 30mins.And we have to cross the river to get to the campsite.The water level was at my waist.Fuhhhh...was a bit wet by the time we cross to the campsite.Basically, pitched our tent in the dark, then i took a short bath in the cold river which just remind of the old days.In the old days, my whole council was asked to half naked ,basically in our "swimwear" and were to sit in the cold river in 1.00am in the morning to discuss problems and how to improve ourselves....which we call pow wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After the short bath ...which happened while Karmen was doing pow wow with the committe members...i went to sleep.It was a good nite to sleep ,plus i have my sleeping bag.My other two members slept without anything , resulting shiverings and moanings or being cold.hahaahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Woke up next morning, and got this story told by my senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior:7 of the boyscout went home earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me     : HUH! why? they can't stand it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior:Nolar, accident happened.one of the junior was starting a fire and wanted to speed things               up, so he used petrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me     : Yeah? and?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior:He somehow dropped the jerry can of petrol into the fire and the fire went out of control.&lt;br /&gt;                The fire burst and it was like fireworks,wood from the fire was flying around......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me    : WTF! SHIT!!!!!What happened then???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior: One person got burnt and another got cut on his leg and the other 5 were slightly    &lt;br /&gt;              injured....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was damn suprised to hear the story.What is happening to the boyscouts nowadays.It seems that they just are accident prone.But still,they won't be real scouts if they never experience pain and the hardwork from the activities they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn lazy to write now as i noe the nmext story will be even longer.I just return home after the camp.I wrote this post after just eating with Andy,Maynard and Adrian.......And yeah...it seems Shah Alam people like the chicken chop rice at the food court near my place.....Hahahah.Will post the second part of my camping story tomolo.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061667791741344882-6658082900744521802?l=scoutingismylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6658082900744521802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061667791741344882&amp;postID=6658082900744521802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/6658082900744521802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061667791741344882/posts/default/6658082900744521802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoutingismylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-night-stand-in-jungle.html' title='One Night Stand in the Jungle.....'/><author><name>Vincent Liew {DcRave}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12898240707731355037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14198000576271564605'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>