<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:38:27.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sipeh Emo.com</title><subtitle type='html'>The Life of Christopher Tan - Where emo happens</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-6902319801969211638</id><published>2011-05-03T01:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T06:33:46.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We, we, we, so excited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yall must be thinking that Chris is gay for having a title reference to the song Friday, but I am truly excited this month. Why? It's because I'm finally going HOME! It's been a long time, and dang do I miss HOME! Although I'm only gonna be back for a couple of weeks (21st May to 4th June), I'm still extremely grateful for this opportunity. It's gonna be a busy two weeks but I hope that I manage to see all of yall when I get back. For those interested, do let me know in advance coz I am almost fully booked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, excited and anxious about my homecoming. I can say that a lot has changed these couple years. I wonder how's everybody gonna react? Will it be me that's changed or everybody else? Will my friends and family be able to accept the changes in me? Will our relationships still be the same? All these questions haunt me everyday throughout my solo journey these couple of years. I have tried my best to make a lot of upgrades in my life with minimal change to the positives in me (if there are any). I guess there's no point listing the changes here and I'll just have to let yall see for yourselves. It might even end up the case that yall will think that I didn't change at all and it was all in my head. Which would be a good thing, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my thoughts are all jumbled up and it's hard to organize what I want to say here. There are so many stories that I would like to share with yall, but it's hard to decide where to start. I think I'll just start with the recent stuff. I just got back from Amsterdam and Brussels with Yew Leong, Chia Khuan and Siew Wen (yes, the legend of Kwang Hua Siew Wen). It was my first trip to Europe (outside of the UK, that is) and it was an interesting one. It was kind of an eye opener. AND NO I did not experience the red light district AND NO I did not smoke pot (Yeah I'm a loser, I know). Then why was it an eye opener? Well let's just say that it never fails to intrigue me how different guys are from girls. I thought I already knew we were extremely different, but I didn't know we were THAT EXTREMELY different, if yall know what I mean. I can't even find a valid way of describing how different we are. Fellas tell me you do understand what I am saying, please. All I can say is girls let their emotions get in the way way too often and I totally tip my hats off to YL for the way he handled things, he is officially a gentleman now! Just wait till I get the chance to tell yall the story, it would bring tears to your eyes to see how YL has grown *sniff sniff*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be posting some of the pictures and videos we made on the trip soon but for now, check this out. It was a video we made at the Heineken Experience and don't ask me what we were doing coz we weren't prepared but I laughed my a$$ off when I watched this. Do watch it fast coz they will take it off after awhile. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heinekenexperience.com/wall-of-fame/singalong/10101372374848DD41B3CB0FA2E7D187" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.heinekenexperie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heinekenexperience.com/wall-of-fame/singalong/10101372374848DD41B3CB0FA2E7D187" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;nce.com/wall-of-fame/singa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;long/10101372374848DD41B3C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;B0FA2E7D187&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a surprisingly fun day. I was rushing to church but was blocked by a bunch of marathon runners. And there were so many of them that I had to take a different route, adding to the delay. But when I finally got to my church, it turns out that the marathon passed by my church and the people of the church actually set up a long table and had around 30 people handing out water to the marathon runners while cheering them on. So I rushed over and helped out. There were basically 3 types of helpers, people who open up bottles of water and fill them into a big container, people who filled the cups up with water, and people who stood on the streets to hand the cups to the runners. It was really fun the way we cheered them on, especially the way the children did it. My favourite was like:" C'mon! Keep your butts moving!". In the beginning there were just too many runners coming at once and it was so busy that most of us just did our jobs while shouting the random "You're doing great!", "Keep going!", "You can do it!". But after the massive waves came the walkers who were already out of gas. By this time there were less people so the people pouring the water and filling up the cups could just focus on clapping and cheering them on, as these were the people that needed encouragement the most. There were all sorts of interesting people running the marathon. There were people dressed up in army uniforms with their rucksacks on, there were people dressed up in Captain America, Spiderman and Superman costumes (NOT JOKING! and they were full suits as well), and the most inspiring runner I saw was a girl who was handicapped, but still ran it with a t-shirt saying I'm running to raise money for cancer patients. I was truly inspired and touched by her spirit. As humans, too many times we look on the dark side of things and neglect how blessed we are. We look at the things that we do not have and forget to be grateful for what we have. So everyone, I know that sometimes things just get outta control and when it's really hard to be positive, just remember that there are a lot of people out there having a tougher time than we are, and we should be grateful and give everything our very best. These thoughts really got me going these couple of years, especially last year as it was quite a depressing year for me. I just wanted to share that with you guys, hope yall don't think I'm F.O.S. (not Factory Outlet Store, it's Full Of Sh!t). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I've finally set up my 广告 on my page to the right. Please help my cause by 按.ing them. Since last year, every month I give more than RM100 to charity and church and I would like to give more but it's kinda hard under my current circumstances. By 按.ing those 广告 I will be able to donate more so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE show your support to both my writing and to charity by 按.ing them at least once everyday. This comes at no cost to you and you will sleep soundly every night knowing that you are making a difference in the world with the power of your index finger and not making the wrong type of difference in the world with your middle finger(s). And if you don't like my writing, drop a comment and I will stop but please don't stop 按.ing them coz I won't stop giving. And if you don't like me giving, all I can say is 發 YOU and 發 OFF! And if you're wondering why those words are in chinese, it's coz I had a chat with Nicholas and he's paranoia is getting me a bit worried about people shutting my site down. Better safe than sorry, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More updates coming soon. Will post some more epic videos as soon as I get my license for some video editing software. Till then, stay tuned and take care guys! See yall soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4254785671669978109-6902319801969211638?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/6902319801969211638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=6902319801969211638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/6902319801969211638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/6902319801969211638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-we-we-so-excited.html' title='We, we, we, so excited!'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322353181283888735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-3953269306365968618</id><published>2011-04-13T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T01:37:18.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First mobile post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heyo what's up everyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope everyone is doing just fine. Wonder what y'all are doing at the moment? Still studying? Or started working already? Do update me in the comments/kpkb zone aight?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I'm typing this on my way back from work, this is gonna be a short post. Yea not those few pages long posts that I used to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many things have happened these couple of years. Mostly hardship but there were a few silver linings as well. Kinda sad that I didn't blog about it as I do tend to forget chapters of my life. I will try to update you guys when I'm on my computer, too long for a mobile post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you're wondering why I stopped blogging, it was because there was too much drama surrounding my posts. This blog was initially meant for storing raw memories of mine. By raw I mean unprocessed KPKB as well as fun/funny/happy/emo moments that we shared. However, little did I know, people who did not know me well stalked my blog and made their own interpretations on my character, spreading all sorts of sh!t about me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These people don't know me, and do not have the right to judge me. I say anything and everything on my mind and my friends understand the meaning behind it. I never have to explain myself to my friends. I hope that those who read my blog this time around respect that so that the kpkb and emo can continue without restriction. LOL, thats not really a good reason but seriously, spreading nasty (and untrue) stuff about people isn't nice. If you wanna spread nasty stuff about people, make sure that it's true, like what I like to do in here. ;D  LOL just kidding. But seriously, that Tommy ar, really makes people wanna kick him in the nuts. Haha just joking again. Guys, please don't go kicking Tommy in the nuts the next time y'all see him. Not coz it's mean or anything, I'm afraid your foot might get stuck. LOL! Just playing Tommy, you know we love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, enough about Tommy's nuts, gotta get off now, its my stop.  Take care guys! Stay tuned for updates! Peace! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_eszr_g3nCr0/TaSNIIgrBpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MsAXi7J2Wlc/kicked_in_nuts.png" /&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/4254785671669978109-3953269306365968618?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/3953269306365968618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=3953269306365968618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/3953269306365968618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/3953269306365968618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-mobile-post.html' title='First mobile post'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322353181283888735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_eszr_g3nCr0/TaSNIIgrBpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MsAXi7J2Wlc/s72-c/kicked_in_nuts.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-6914747067416140167</id><published>2011-04-10T06:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T23:10:48.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renovation in progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xyT6yCtuoyI/TaDzuWHTOaI/AAAAAAAAAX0/C-zfnbIxowE/s320/Panda_PSP_wallpaper_by_emo_panda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593738714729888162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey guys,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How's everyone doing? It's been awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been thinking of blogging but never had the time. All the emo bottled up inside of me has got to be let loose! So I've decided to start off by revamping the site. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;On my list at the moment:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;s&gt;Gotta get some music in this joint! The old music widget ain't working no more.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;s&gt;The KPKB zone seems to be spammed. Probably will ditch that. Until I find something to replace it, yall can leave your comments within the posts &lt;/s&gt;(if at all there is anybody out there reading my blog,that is. Don't want people to think I'm perasan. LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;s&gt;Change the theme, probably font as well.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Thinking of making it a private blog. Too much drama last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any other ideas for improvements? Please leave them in the comments section if you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, stay tuned. Peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Update: Pretty much done with renovations... but am always open to ideas for improvements... thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4254785671669978109-6914747067416140167?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/6914747067416140167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=6914747067416140167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/6914747067416140167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/6914747067416140167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2011/04/renovation-in-progress.html' title='Renovation in progress'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xyT6yCtuoyI/TaDzuWHTOaI/AAAAAAAAAX0/C-zfnbIxowE/s72-c/Panda_PSP_wallpaper_by_emo_panda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-6638932786026270301</id><published>2009-11-08T19:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:42:48.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday bros!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sva5Ef68I7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/rHzqIQ3GRDQ/s1600-h/DSC00837.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey guys, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, Wanna wish my fellow bros a very happy happy birthday!~ Happy Birthday to Jia Yee, Yew Leong, Ying Zhou, and Loong Siang! Best wishes and hope u guys enjoyed ur birthdays even in the absence of me! Here are some memories with these guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sva5Ef68I7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/rHzqIQ3GRDQ/s1600-h/DSC00837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sva5Ef68I7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/rHzqIQ3GRDQ/s320/DSC00837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401708290016814002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Yz zho LJ taiji during new year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sva5EGDsXrI/AAAAAAAAAXM/jdE85o9-FHM/s1600-h/DSCN0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sva5EGDsXrI/AAAAAAAAAXM/jdE85o9-FHM/s320/DSCN0893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401708283074207410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Yl saving Yz from zho LJ taiji &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sva5Dkah8QI/AAAAAAAAAW8/PFQrNvbC5MQ/s320/me+n+jy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401708274043187458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sva5D_45Q3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/3j28AnGE9Q0/s1600-h/SNC19075.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sva5Dkah8QI/AAAAAAAAAW8/PFQrNvbC5MQ/s1600-h/me+n+jy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sva5Dkah8QI/AAAAAAAAAW8/PFQrNvbC5MQ/s1600-h/me+n+jy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sva5Dkah8QI/AAAAAAAAAW8/PFQrNvbC5MQ/s1600-h/me+n+jy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and JY the MAN makan at Langkawi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sva5D_45Q3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/3j28AnGE9Q0/s320/SNC19075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401708281418302322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Loong Siang's most innocent looking pic ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time passes so fast, and before u know it, JY has become a MAN! LS is still his goofy old self I presume. Hope Yl and Yz are doing fine, haven't heard from them much. They don't join our overseas forum already. I just know that YZ very suei only. Hope his 21st bday changes that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I haven't updated any posts lately, it's been so crappy here in the uk and its hard to find the mood. Life sucks and I miss everyone and everything back home. However, the thought of going home after studies makes the days pass easier. Take care, everyone! Please recognize me even if I gain 20 kilos and lose a lot of hair in this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4254785671669978109-6638932786026270301?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/6638932786026270301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=6638932786026270301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/6638932786026270301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/6638932786026270301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-bros.html' title='Happy Birthday bros!'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sva5Ef68I7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/rHzqIQ3GRDQ/s72-c/DSC00837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-2062565915165911387</id><published>2009-08-05T01:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:00:10.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidentally Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sr3u8Rr7ViI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ZH4a4BnaQ4w/s1600-h/DSC03247.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been awhile since I poured my memories into my blog. So long that I've forgotten much of August, the last month that I spent in Malaysia. Although I only remember bits and pieces of it, I can say proudly that I've lived a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 21 years in Malaysia before going over to the UK. Why &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;? Well, like all my blog posts, it's a long long story and you'll have to tune in to know. I spent most of my last month in Malaysia going out with friends, and remaining of it with family and preparations. Glad that I was able to spend some time with friends from Local Uni such as Ching Hong, Eric, CheeLong and Ls, and friends from primary such as Tc, Lts, Woei Sheng, and Sih Aw, brothers such as Yl, Yz, Kc, ciong kaki before I left. I even got to spend time with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Tommy&lt;/span&gt;, and he really never fails to amuse me with his unique way of thinking. Want an example? Of course you do! Tommy came back on the day of Chin Loong's bday party. And because of the way Tommy neglected his Klang friends the last time he was back, Leong Hoe kept &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;kaopeh/bomb/shoot&lt;/span&gt;-ing him. Then when he came to realize about it, his mere reaction was:" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Hmm... Don't know why Leong Hoe keep picking on me. I think it's probably because I have a girl friend and he doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a real &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;tional last month in Malaysia, all the more with Tc leaving as well. We organized a surprise birthday/farewell party for him and had a great time. We sent him off the next day and it was really something to see 20 grown up men &lt;b&gt;crying like babies&lt;/b&gt;. Almost everyone had a long history with him. As for me, we go all the way back to primary 5. He was my rival, and we disliked each other for no particular reason. But we eventually became friends by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;accident&lt;/span&gt;. Though I changed school after the first sem of primary 5, I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;coincidentally&lt;/span&gt; placed into the same secondary school with all my primary friends, and we were&lt;b&gt; never&lt;/b&gt; separated from then, until that day. He was a brother to all of us. As he was about to leave the platform, memories with him flashed by, and he was there in almost every moment of my life until then. Then I pictured a future of mine without him, and the tears just kept flowing. We all embraced him one last time and he was gone. Though he will be missed, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;all of us will always be brothers&lt;/span&gt;, and I believe that our paths will be merged once again in the future. We'll be waiting for everyone to finish their studies, and we will continue our grand journey together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sr3pjg0itAI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Dq8DAue6V7A/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385717525719987202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sr3pkDINufI/AAAAAAAAAVM/kHlvarSuM08/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385717534929304050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sr3pkqDboYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/x8W-jlVbNBE/s320/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385717545378226562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sr3pk2LhNRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/42raJwl1iww/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385717548633371922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;REAL MAN CRY FOR BUDDY, NOT FOR PUSSY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" - One of the many quotes of TianYaw which will follow me for the rest of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon after that, it was my turn. After the departure of Tc, I was certain that I was gonna cry buckets when I were to go down that road. However, we all decided to have a "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;" theme for my departure, and the initial plan was that nobody was to cry on that day. But, as soon as I hugged Andrew, his tears started flowing and my eyes were starting to water as well. Luckily, the next was Chee Long and the tears just faded because he is really the funniest guy ever, even just looking at his&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; jiao bin&lt;/span&gt; (bird face) could make me laugh. I hugged my brothers, my family and said my goodbyes, holding the tears in until I was well out of sight. No doubt it was sad to leave everything that made my life &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; behind, and I had no idea how this experience would change things, but it was a gamble made for our future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 21 years in Malaysia came to an end. The journey so far has been pretty rough for me, but as always, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;coincidences &lt;/span&gt;happen that helps me continue on with&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; faith&lt;/span&gt;. Most people would know that a lot of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;unbelievable-drama-like-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;coincidences &lt;/span&gt;happens in my life. Many of them happened in Malaysia and led me to who I believe is the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;love of my life&lt;/span&gt;. My journey here has not been shy of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;coincidences&lt;/span&gt; as well. I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;coincidentally&lt;/span&gt; on the same flight as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;SiewYin&lt;/span&gt;, and thank God I was. I would be totally lost if she wasn't there. The 14 hours flight was already horrible, landing in London at 11pm was even worse, as they're no trains or busses at that hour. Good thing I got SiewYin and her friends to watch after me while I slept on the floor of the airport till the next morning. Then, I followed them over to Birmingham and I learned a fair bit about life in the U.K. from them. They even brought me to a &lt;b&gt;Genting&lt;/b&gt; casino in Birmingham twice in two days. Talk about bad influence, eh? Just kidding! Here are some pics of Birmingham. Will upload Sheffield pics in the next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sr3u8Rr7ViI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ZH4a4BnaQ4w/s1600-h/DSC03247.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sr3u74nvKYI/AAAAAAAAAWs/OhIzLd6H1uc/s1600-h/DSC03244.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sr3u74nvKYI/AAAAAAAAAWs/OhIzLd6H1uc/s320/DSC03244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385723441983728002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sr3s90SVoFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-cixSVjuc00/s1600-h/DSC03231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sr3s90SVoFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-cixSVjuc00/s320/DSC03231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385721276156715090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sr3s9YX_23I/AAAAAAAAAVs/Bhl6dlMMcH4/s1600-h/DSC03230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sr3s9YX_23I/AAAAAAAAAVs/Bhl6dlMMcH4/s320/DSC03230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385721268664261490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sr3plriSG5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/qkUDaLcb_sw/s1600-h/DSC03229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sr3plriSG5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/qkUDaLcb_sw/s320/DSC03229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385717562955930514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sr3pk2LhNRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/42raJwl1iww/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then made my way to Sheffield on the 10th of September and Zhong Hann met me at the Sheffield train station. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Zhong Hann &lt;/span&gt;was a senior of mine during secondary and his mom is also friends with my mom and he &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;coincidentally&lt;/span&gt; goes to the same Uni as I do. And I'm really lucky that he was here. He showed me where I was gonna live and took me back to his place for dinner. The place that I was gonna live in was a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dump&lt;/span&gt;. It was &lt;b&gt;filthy, dark, and the furniture was all broken&lt;/b&gt;. However, I went over to Zhong Hann's place and it was really nice! It's the same kind of house, with such a big difference. So I was determined to transform my dump into a home. So after dinner I made my way back home, only to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;frightened to death&lt;/span&gt;. The neighbourhood was pitch black and the entrance to my home made me feel like I was gonna get stabbed and robbed any time. I dared myself to enter the house. As soon as I did, things got worse when the chilling feeling of entering an empty and dark 3 storey house ran up my spine. I tried to fight the feeling as long as I could, but I inevitably ran back to ZhongHann's place and stayed there for the following 3 days until my housemates arrived. Sipeh kokji ar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the chance to walk around the city a bit during those 3 days. Thoughts of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;home &lt;/span&gt;flooded my mind as I walked along the cold streets of Sheffield. It seems like a warm place (as a nice place to live in, because there is nothing warm about the weather, the weather is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;freezing!&lt;/span&gt;). However, it still lacks the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;warmth of home, friends and family&lt;/span&gt;. And as I was wondering, I got a message from Liang Chern's friend who stays in Sheffield. We didn't know each other but he invited me for dimsum lunch and since I had close to no friends in this city, I agreed and went over to meet him. And as I reached the place, I noticed that  he (Neow, pronounced as Neo, not niao) brought along some friends. And out of all people, I saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/span&gt; there. Another &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;coincidence&lt;/span&gt;! Suzanne is my mom's friend's daughter who I met at my birthday party. To be honest, I never expected to see her ever again, let alone to see her in Sheffield.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; She happens to be visiting a friend of hers who happens to be a friend of Neow who happens to be a friend of Liang Chern who happens to be my buddy since primary&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOL! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Small world? I think not. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Huge coincidence&lt;/span&gt;? Indeed. So we had lunch together and I got to know a few more new friends - Eric (another one!), Steven (a much better one!), Shawn (another one but totally different!), and Rex. They were really nice people and they invited me for some bakuteh at their place in the evening. Since I was from Klang and I was pretty homesick, why not get some bakuteh? It was much better than having the crappy and not to mention expensive food here. So I went over to Steven and Eric's place, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMG &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it was heaven compared to my dump. they shared this apartment and its living room was transformed into a entertainment area. They had a wicked projector with sound systems and even a PS3! We had some real good bakuteh and Shawn even made tong sui. So, the day of surprises ended with Shawn walking me back to Zhong Hann's place. He gave me a really bad impression at first because he kept inviting me to join him at the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;strip club&lt;/span&gt;. But, it turns out that he is actually quite a nice guy and there was a reason for him to persuade me into going to a strip club, though I don't know what his real intentions actually are. It seems that he knows a few of the strippers there, and they actually are graduates from the Uni of Sheffield. Unbelievable! At first I was thinking, why would anybody with that high a level of education work at a strip club? But it's actually because the earning power is there. They earn around 900 pounds a day, which is pretty ridiculous if you'd ask me. With pays that high, they should have courses to offer degrees in stripping!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; LOL! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, for the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of the long story. Why would I say that my life is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;? Even though there were many&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; flaws &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; unpleasant&lt;/span&gt; things that happened to me in the past, I would never be the person I am today if I did not experience those things. I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;grateful &lt;/span&gt;for everything I have, my family and friends and I am truely&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; blessed &lt;/span&gt;with the guidance in the form of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;coincidences&lt;/span&gt; that happen to me. Therefore, I can't have any &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;regrets&lt;/span&gt;, but will try to gain &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;knowledge &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; from every particular event that happens. Take care my friends, and live everyday without &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;regrets&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm sure your lives will be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;perfect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4254785671669978109-2062565915165911387?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/2062565915165911387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=2062565915165911387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/2062565915165911387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/2062565915165911387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2009/08/coincidentally-perfect.html' title='Coincidentally Perfect'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Sr3pjg0itAI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Dq8DAue6V7A/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-6761496113149040058</id><published>2009-07-31T02:10:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:13:52.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week of my 21st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friday, July 24th - The eve of my 21st Birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allow me to start with a behind the scenes of the party. It was real last minute and my mom planned to cook for the party. She was asking me how much people was coming, and I hesitated to tell her, because I knew that she was definitely gonna &lt;b&gt;freak out&lt;/b&gt; if I told her that I accidentally invited more than &lt;b&gt;40&lt;/b&gt; people. Hence, I told her around &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt; were coming, and well, she&lt;b&gt; still&lt;/b&gt; freaked out. I thought because there were so many close friends overseas and off at Local Uni, there wouldn't be such a big crowd, but then call here a bit, call there a bit, then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; there I was with a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;friggin' long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;shopping list and hours of shopping to do. I practically shopped from morning till night for the food, occasionally throwing more stuff than ordered by my mom since there was an extra 10 people that she didn't know of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, July 25th - The day of my&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;1st Birthday party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the whole morning till evening helping out with the cooking for the party and dang I was tired even before the party started. Managed to get a 15 minute nap before the guests arrived and man it was a busy busy night for me. Didn't have much time to eat because had to entertain so many people that night. Considering how people say that the host of the party rarely enjoys the party, I can say that I had a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; pretty &lt;/span&gt;good time. I'm really sorry that I couldn't spend more time with every one of yall but I hope that those who attended had a good time as well. Here are some pics of the party to substitute the hefty amount of the words that I normally use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnfZut96xCI/AAAAAAAAARc/zJXPimZaGA4/s320/DSC_5036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365996877671744546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnfZvN4EUtI/AAAAAAAAARk/zuvo_3bDgPM/s320/DSC_5043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365996886237139666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnfZwWAj1qI/AAAAAAAAAR8/32wvMHhOQA4/s1600-h/DSC_5120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnfZwWAj1qI/AAAAAAAAAR8/32wvMHhOQA4/s320/DSC_5120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365996905600112290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snfc9fjEjNI/AAAAAAAAASE/SN4OU2HU_NU/s1600-h/DSC_5126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snfc9fjEjNI/AAAAAAAAASE/SN4OU2HU_NU/s320/DSC_5126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366000430033964242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnfZwWAj1qI/AAAAAAAAAR8/32wvMHhOQA4/s1600-h/DSC_5120.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnfZv0BkvWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4G9vuzwboHA/s1600-h/DSC_5124.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnfZvgGNHqI/AAAAAAAAARs/GY939CLMXlo/s1600-h/DSC_5047.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snfc95Y1LoI/AAAAAAAAASM/A8hZV1bBbgo/s320/DSC_5130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366000436970335874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snfc-SgzuFI/AAAAAAAAASU/6sG9Uvv8EuQ/s320/DSC_5131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366000443714680914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snfeps9GVsI/AAAAAAAAASs/59xK9TxuBZ4/s1600-h/DSC_5170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snfeps9GVsI/AAAAAAAAASs/59xK9TxuBZ4/s320/DSC_5170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366002289058666178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snfc-nW6ZmI/AAAAAAAAASc/agyUrdjPHQM/s320/DSC_5136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366000449310320226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snfc_Nuu9lI/AAAAAAAAASk/5vuf1qJqocU/s320/DSC_5138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366000459610781266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snfepy188qI/AAAAAAAAAS0/q8EWqT91VBk/s1600-h/DSC_5175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snfepy188qI/AAAAAAAAAS0/q8EWqT91VBk/s320/DSC_5175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366002290639303330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snfeps9GVsI/AAAAAAAAASs/59xK9TxuBZ4/s1600-h/DSC_5170.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the party ended and my house was cleaned up, we went up to my room for the usual &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;forum.ing &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;until 5 A.M. before sleeping. The forum members that were present this time were me, Chee Long, KC, TC, and our new member, Thuan Shih. We missed Han Wei deeply as he was the most &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;enthusiastic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; gek dong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; forum member of all. However, rather than myself being the one to contribute unbelievable stories, it was Chee Long this time who told us his experiences that he kept from us for so many years. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOL! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can't really say much unless you're a member of our forum, but let's just say that he didn't only make people turn into a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lesbian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he even gave her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;asthma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SIPEH GENG AR! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, 26th July - From that day onwards, the leftovers from the party was my&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; breakfast, lunch, and dinner&lt;/span&gt; for the week. My mom says that my guests are really clever, they finished the lamb, satay, and chicken wings and left us with a lot of meehoon, spaghetti, curry chicken and rendang chicken, and I mean&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; A LOT! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pretty sad that I didn't get to eat much of the lamb as its the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BOMB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, as always. Thank goodness Chee Long and KC saved me from the leftovers at night by bringing me to get some jeng ikan bakar in Klang Jaya. We talked the night away as usual before they went back to Kajang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, 27th July - Got news that Loong Siang came back from UUM due to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;H1N1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; there. Went to have some ang tao peng with him, his uni mate (Qing Da), Tc and Yz. Invited them over to help me with the leftovers at night and we were chatting about everything from old times, geeky scientific stuff, people nowadays, etc. We always get a good laugh when Tc tells us the story about &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;him, Loong Siang and Poh Gui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you haven't already heard it, here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primary 6, Tc sat next to Poh Gui(PG) while LS sat in front of Tc. LS would tease Tc non-stop about liking PG everyday while Tc would deny it. Then after months of teasing, one night LS called Tc up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LS&lt;/span&gt;:" Tc, if you like PG, nevermind de... U can tell me" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;TC&lt;/span&gt;:" Nola, siao meh? only u will think that I like PG." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LS&lt;/span&gt;:" Real or not? Hmm...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Long Pause*&lt;/span&gt; Actually, I like PG."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;TC&lt;/span&gt;:" ...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, another character was involved. Loong Siang's &lt;b&gt;dad&lt;/b&gt; was actually in his room listening in on their conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;LS's Dad&lt;/b&gt;:" *Accidentally giggles* kekeke" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LS&lt;/span&gt;:"&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; C*B** DAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Click*&lt;/span&gt; end of conversation.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;TC&lt;/span&gt;:" &lt;b&gt;...........&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Hope you all enjoyed that story as it gets me&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; everytime&lt;/span&gt;! However, I'd say the highlight of that night was when LS told us about &lt;b&gt;Zhong Sun&lt;/b&gt;, an old schoolmate of us. I'll leave out the details because this kind of story, you'll have to hear it from LS. Seems that ZS has changed into a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;giant cannon&lt;/span&gt;, telling people all sorts of funny + out of this world &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; about his new job to our old friends. Guys, if you get a  chance to go yumchar with ZS, better do so, because you'll be in for a good laugh if you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, 28th July - Went for bakuteh with LS and Qing Da (QD) at Yap Eng, Sentosa. I have to say that it has one of the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;dry bakutehs in town. You guys ought to try it at least once. Then went to HSBC to deal with some bank matters with my dad. And my dad totally spoiled my mood on the eve of my 21st birthday. Most of yall would know that I have a pretty &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;messed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; family. However, even I didn't know how bad it was, until this week. Well, I was in a state of denial that day, because I didn't want things to get in the way of me having a good time for my bday. Nobody would want that, agree? So I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, avoiding any contact with my family until midnight, hoping that everyone else would be asleep, and I could dwell in my own astonishmet of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;turning 21&lt;/span&gt; and wished that the good times would continue to roll and my life could remain as perfect as it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, 29th July - My 21st Birthday started off&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; real great&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The wishes were pouring in and of course, it was present opening time! Here are some awesome loot that I got for my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnlrGLMwWvI/AAAAAAAAATE/Sks311rsGCc/s1600-h/DSC03118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnlrGLMwWvI/AAAAAAAAATE/Sks311rsGCc/s320/DSC03118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366438184818334450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnlrF7dKlQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/QEFAZ8173PQ/s1600-h/DSC03133.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnlrF7dKlQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/QEFAZ8173PQ/s1600-h/DSC03133.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnlrF7dKlQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/QEFAZ8173PQ/s1600-h/DSC03133.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snlx6tybqhI/AAAAAAAAATk/DRNx57vP4ns/s1600-h/DSC03144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snlx6tybqhI/AAAAAAAAATk/DRNx57vP4ns/s320/DSC03144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366445684526131730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snlx7BDGjYI/AAAAAAAAATs/xm69Ozdx-80/s1600-h/DSC03163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snlx7BDGjYI/AAAAAAAAATs/xm69Ozdx-80/s320/DSC03163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366445689696324994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The max air bag and AJ Flight Lows. THANKS A LOT to TengChoon, ChengFong, YewLeong, YingZhou, WeeTat, ThuanShih, Kian Chuan, JiaYee, CheeLong, Eric, WoeiSheng, ThuanSiang, SihAw, TianYaw, ZheLiang, Shaun, Andrew, SoonWay, ChinLoong, HuiShian, SiewYin, ChiaNee  and Zee Joo! Forgive and remind me if I miss out on anybody, because even Tc and CF aren't sure who shared it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snlx6tybqhI/AAAAAAAAATk/DRNx57vP4ns/s1600-h/DSC03144.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snlx6tybqhI/AAAAAAAAATk/DRNx57vP4ns/s1600-h/DSC03144.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snlx6tybqhI/AAAAAAAAATk/DRNx57vP4ns/s1600-h/DSC03144.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnlrGkUBcvI/AAAAAAAAATM/RnbIQUdOZrk/s320/DSC03125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366438191559701234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A surprise gift from Hanwei. Really touched when his mom dropped it off at my house. Wish that there was a way for me to hand him a present when he's birthday comes. Thanks a lot Hanwei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnlrHeEJ33I/AAAAAAAAATc/qk_z7wpp-iI/s1600-h/DSC03142.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnlrHNoiKII/AAAAAAAAATU/VHsrOzORlJA/s1600-h/DSC03138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnlrHNoiKII/AAAAAAAAATU/VHsrOzORlJA/s320/DSC03138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366438202651584642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Sheaffer pen from Derrick and Kok Wei with my name carved on it. Thanks D and Robbie for reminding me that it's time to be a MAN! LOL&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnlrGkUBcvI/AAAAAAAAATM/RnbIQUdOZrk/s1600-h/DSC03125.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnlrF7dKlQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/QEFAZ8173PQ/s1600-h/DSC03133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnlrF7dKlQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/QEFAZ8173PQ/s320/DSC03133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366438180592194818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Razer Lachesis from Kit, Wenbao, and Elaine. A real touching present from you three. My Razer Deathadder has been passed to Kit to help me claim warranty but it hasn't been successful for several months now. So long that I've forgotten how a Razer felt. The first time I plugged the Lachesis in and moved it across my mousepad, I was stunned for a moment, then "WOO!" &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;That's the feeling of a Razer for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnmsJ2-zIAI/AAAAAAAAAU8/KniM9At_ACU/s320/DSC03130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366509716366368770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Adidas perfume and deo was from Siew Wen and Xing Kang. Thanks for telling me how much I stink. LoL I really appreciate it. It smells great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snl5ndFPwTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/7Khp7pihnqo/s1600-h/DSC03177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snl5ndFPwTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/7Khp7pihnqo/s320/DSC03177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366454149717147954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A wicked LBJ basketball from LeongHoe, Chris Hing, and Yap. Too bad I won't be around to use it. But I'll definitely display it on my closet and use it when I get back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snl5m_vhNaI/AAAAAAAAAUU/s2dpp_3MKog/s1600-h/DSC03178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snl5m_vhNaI/AAAAAAAAAUU/s2dpp_3MKog/s320/DSC03178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366454141841388962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snl5mhfXCKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/DDaGv0D8FOE/s1600-h/DSC03179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snl5mhfXCKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/DDaGv0D8FOE/s320/DSC03179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366454133720549538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprised to see that I received two presents with the exact packing and contents (but different brands) by two different groups of people. Thanks a lot to SinYee and YeeSing for the Adidas shirt on the left and Thanks to WeiSiong, Edward, HaiKai, Mark and Kai Feng for the Nike shirt on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snlx7zxb2iI/AAAAAAAAAT8/3e7TS4FGrUI/s320/DSC03169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366445703312431650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnlrHeEJ33I/AAAAAAAAATc/qk_z7wpp-iI/s320/DSC03142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366438207062400882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tiny cake, a bottle of Vitamin C, and a lip balm from my good friend Ching Ling. Though we seldom contact, but she's always so thoughtful. Hope that we won't lose contact because she really is a real good friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snlx7zxb2iI/AAAAAAAAAT8/3e7TS4FGrUI/s1600-h/DSC03169.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snlx7RxcCMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yBpMhO-rknI/s1600-h/DSC03168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snlx7RxcCMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yBpMhO-rknI/s320/DSC03168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366445694185638082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snl5n7xuymI/AAAAAAAAAUs/lyxNW7fDAlA/s1600-h/DSC03173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snl5n7xuymI/AAAAAAAAAUs/lyxNW7fDAlA/s320/DSC03173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366454157956794978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snl5nsjX0oI/AAAAAAAAAUk/f-z4OU69Gk4/s1600-h/DSC03176.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snl5nsjX0oI/AAAAAAAAAUk/f-z4OU69Gk4/s320/DSC03176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366454153870037634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crocs, perfume and cross are from my beloved mom while the caps are from my bro and finally the laptop from my dad. I don't really think that the laptop is considered a gift, cause I would probably buy one anyway. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But as a filial son, I would like to thank my family for all the great gifts. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/Snl5ndFPwTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/7Khp7pihnqo/s1600-h/DSC03177.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnmeYHKAZ0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/AtJ5NRiYi7c/s320/DSC03127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366494568063723330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but definitely not least, a gift from my beloved. Thanks a lot to TengChoon and CheeKuan for helping her with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of that, I got a surprise from LS and QD. LS actually drove over to my place and sang me a birthday song with a slice of cake. We talked till 2 A.M. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;again!&lt;/span&gt;) but we never run out of things to talk about. We've been close friends since form 1 and after so many years, I'm still proud of having a friend like him. I'm proud of all my friends, for that matter. They've always been there for me and have never let me down. We are indeed a unique bunch and I hope that we'll continue to stick together. After sending LS off, I spent some quality time with my girlfriend. It's been some time since we last had a video conversation and I really missed her. We've been apart for more than 6 months and its a real pity that she can't be here to celebrate with me. We chatted till the sun was up &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;on my side of the world &lt;/span&gt;and my eyes couldn't stay open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started without any plans. I woke up around &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and found that there wasn't any food at home so I asked Tc whether he wanted to have lunch together. We went for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Burger King &lt;/span&gt;with Eric and YL and man, the stacked up beefbacon burger was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;DA BOMB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Then they came over to my place and we wasted the afternoon away doing nothing. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;what a way to spend my birthday. Then we went for dinner in Bukit Tinggi and something &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;very miraculous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happened. Tc accidentally locked his car keys&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; his car and he &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;doesn't have&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a spare key. He drives a pretty old wira and we were all wondering how he was gonna get back. Then Cheng Fong was absent mindedly using his car keys to play with the keyhole of Tc's wira and it&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;suddenly&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;unlocked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; LOL WTF! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Our jaws &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;all dropped for 5 secs&lt;/span&gt; when the door lock suddenly rose up. So, dear readers, now yall know what to do when you accidentally lock a wira's car keys in, just look for CF. The day ended with me, Eric and YL chatting outside my house unexpectedly. I was supposed to send them off but ended up outside my house chatting for more than &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;an hour &lt;/span&gt;about a topic we call&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; 2 Vs and a bad guy&lt;/span&gt;. And we all know who is the bad guy (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;臭男人&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;All in all, I had a pretty boring birthday this year but I'm not complaining as long as I'm spending it with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. And I'm pretty grateful that my mom remembered my birthday today, though I didn't receive any wishes from my dad or bro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday, 30th of July - This was a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SIPEH SUEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; day for me. Yesterday night I was thinking to myself: "Hmm, I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;21 years old &lt;/span&gt;already, better &lt;b&gt;act &lt;/b&gt;like it." So I set my alarm at 8 AM. Woke up and had my breakfast, feeling great. Then I received a phone call from an unknown number. I thought I had nothing to fear, but i was &lt;b&gt;wrong! &lt;/b&gt;It was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;F**king KBU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; And they want me to attend an interview by MQA for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;LAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; accreditation on next Thursday and Friday. On top of that, I have to go for a briefing tommorow. I don't even study there anymore and they expect me to help them. Totally &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;absurd!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The day only got worse as the streamyx never fails to amaze me on how crappy their service can get. And the way these &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;suei &lt;/span&gt;days work is that it never improves. The situation with my family worsened. I'd normally hide in my room but this time they'd call me out to pick sides. Hmm, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SIPEH SUEI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, 31st of July - Woke up &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;friggin'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; early due to the sound of argument. Then I just shook my head and got ready to go to college for that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;stupid briefing&lt;/span&gt;. It ended at 11 but I had to wait for my dad till 3. Then I slept till I heard sounds of argument again. &lt;b&gt;Sigh&lt;/b&gt;. What a disappointing ending to a great week for me. Have I really stepped into &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;adulthood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after turning 21? I really couldn't take any more of the crap that was happening so I escaped to Yz's house for the night. He truly is a great friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Their anger hurts my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Been burning strong for several years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Rather than fix the problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;They never solve them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;It makes no sense at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I see them everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;We get along so why can't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;If this is what he wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;And this is what she wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then why's there so much pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm ripe with things to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;The words rot and fall away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;If a stupid poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;could fix this home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'd read it everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4254785671669978109-6761496113149040058?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/6761496113149040058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=6761496113149040058' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/6761496113149040058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/6761496113149040058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2009/07/week-of-my-21st-birthday.html' title='The week of my 21st Birthday'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SnfZut96xCI/AAAAAAAAARc/zJXPimZaGA4/s72-c/DSC_5036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-417347176105262261</id><published>2009-07-22T17:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:24:49.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow revival</title><content type='html'>Been trying to revive this blog for &lt;b&gt;ages&lt;/b&gt;, but never really seemed to have the mood nor time. Today I finally decided to play around with the blog layout and templates and guess what? I accidentally &lt;b&gt;deleted &lt;/b&gt;some of the stuff on my sidebar. Really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARGHNABEHWTF!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hocai I managed to remember some of the stuff that got deleted. However, I did lost the links to the blogs in the "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Other Emo Bloggers&lt;/span&gt;" sidebar. So, I hope you guys would leave me your links at the cbox or in the comments area, Thanks! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been wanting to jot down everything that happened these past 7 months (and counting if I don't finish this post) but it never gets completed. Will try to sum it up in the following posts though it is kinda impossible to express the infinite &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;drama &lt;/span&gt;and countless &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;emotions &lt;/span&gt;that occured lately. However, that's the beauty of&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ain't it? It can't be felt just by reading about it through books or watching it through movies. It has to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;experienced&lt;/span&gt;. I was pondering restlessly about this just yesterday night. My mom asked me whether I wanted to have a party for my 21st birthday next week and it suddenly hit me. I'm so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;friggin OLD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! So I was lying in my bed, thinking what have I done with my life and I only could remember bits and pieces of my life (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Damn my bad memory!&lt;/span&gt;). And its funny how our mind works, or at least how mine works, as when I look back on things, everything that happened to me, good or bad, it all felt good. I guess I can say that I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;blessed &lt;/span&gt;with the opportunity to experience every single scenario that has happened in my life and brought me to the point where I am now, even though the point where I am now, is pretty much, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nowhere&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! But, it feels pretty good being nowhere sometimes, with nothing to stress or worry about, I just hope that I don't stay at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;nowhere&lt;/span&gt; for too long. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for my life, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;famil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; make my life. They mean &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; to me. The other day, after we had a tiny BBQ gathering at my place for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Kelv&lt;/span&gt;'s farewell, he said something to me that just pierced through my heart. He said that he doesn't know when's the next time we gonna see each other, as well as the others. At the moment I just laughed, and said that he comes back every half a year while I'm only going overseas for 1 year this coming September. His reply:" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Well, I'll see ya when I see ya&lt;/span&gt;". Well, Kelv's just the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;coolest-non V-metamorphosizing-after-secondary&lt;/span&gt; friend that I have. But, thinking about it yesterday, it might be a long time before we see each other and our other friends. Everyone seems to be so far apart and who knows, they might decide to work overseas or get a P.R. over there. And I might not even be remembered over time. Hmm, it's a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; thought, but a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;possible&lt;/span&gt; one. Any way I can get my friends to sign a "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Friends For Life&lt;/span&gt;" contract with me? And if you're reading this and wondering if I'm dealing with selling people's souls and stuff, don't worry, it's nothing like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always notice people posting those kind of "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;friendship forever&lt;/span&gt;" stuff and I have to admit that I really doubt some of those people's sincerity, but deep down I do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt; that it's possible. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we've had so many &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;great memories&lt;/span&gt; together, hopefully the memories don't end here at &lt;b&gt;2009&lt;/b&gt;. If there's anyone that can pull the "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;friendship forever&lt;/span&gt;" thing off, I'm betting big that its &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;. Before this post gets too &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;sentimental&lt;/span&gt;, I better sign off already. But before that, is everyone free next Saturday the 1st of August? I'll probably be having my birthday party on that day. Do confirm with me soon. Peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATE: It's changed to this SATURDAY 25th of JULY due to unforseen circumstances. Sorry for late notice. Hope u all can come&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-417347176105262261?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/417347176105262261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=417347176105262261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/417347176105262261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/417347176105262261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2009/07/slow-revival.html' title='Slow revival'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-8574320699129931601</id><published>2008-12-24T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:41:48.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Understand!</title><content type='html'>Been awfully busy lately and didn't think that I would be able to find the time nor mood to blog. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;, today I woke up from an &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;epiphany&lt;/span&gt;, and I had a sudden &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;urge &lt;/span&gt;to blog. All my frustration wanted to get off my back by jamming on the keyboard. But don't worry fellow readers, I'll try my best to be entertaining and not pass on my frustration to you. Gonna be another &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sipeh long post&lt;/span&gt;, but hopefully it'll be quite joyous to read =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll kick this post off with the usual updates. Last week was a disaster for me. I Had to choose between my work and a guys night out at the club. Not that I am a club-freak or anything, just that its been a year since I went dancing with my friends. Hence, I decided to put in few &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sleepless nights&lt;/span&gt; just to finish my work on time, hit the club on Thursday, and skip class on Friday. And the thing about skipping class on the due day is that you have to ask people to hand up your work for you, and if you have ever done that, you would definitely have noticed that everyone would be waiting for you to finish your work before they even begin. And the work that took you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;uncountable&lt;/span&gt; amount of hours to complete would only take those so called "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;" of yours, or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sons of Bees &lt;/span&gt;as I call them, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a few minutes&lt;/span&gt; to complete. I'm sure that everyone would agree with what I said. And if you're reading this and going:" Hey I don't think that I agree with you" , I have a little fun fact for you: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're the person I'm talking about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; no offense to anyone who didn't agree with me though. So about the clubbing experience at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Euphoria&lt;/span&gt;, the place was decent but the DJ's choice of music was just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt;. I'm the kind of person who loves to dance sober so without good music, things just won't click for me. But I really don't understand why Euphoria's dancefloor was so packed with people, either they're &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;drunk&lt;/span&gt; or they &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;don't care&lt;/span&gt; what kind of music is playing, as long as they get to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;feng tao&lt;/span&gt; (shake head) . For more info about the clubbing experience, can refer to Eric's post at&lt;a href="http://imbaniubemo.blogspot.com/"&gt; imbaniub-emo&lt;/a&gt;. Another thing that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't understand&lt;/span&gt;, is what makes &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yl&lt;/span&gt; dance like that. LOL YL mai dulan! He was without a question the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIGH&lt;/span&gt;-est guy in the whole of Euphoria. He was even more high than all the couples french kissing on the dance floor. Seriously, he reminded me of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hard Gay &lt;/span&gt;because he looked like he was humping an invisible pole and he did it at an extremely high frequency, occasionally throwing in some "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Woo!&lt;/span&gt;"s and "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;"s, adding to the humping feeling. Ask anyone who was there that night and they would gladly show you how it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SVIUHldgi2I/AAAAAAAAAQU/GcNyYg3KTxs/s1600-h/HG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SVIUHldgi2I/AAAAAAAAAQU/GcNyYg3KTxs/s320/HG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283307433406532450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hardo Gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that night, so many things happened that&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There were so many things that just wouldn't register in my logic. For instance, why &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thong Chin&lt;/span&gt; and gang would bring a cake to a club, why would they stand in line for half an hour and then walk back out of the line when it was their turn and stand in line for another hour, why would &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Chee Wei&lt;/span&gt; be drunk just after two glasses of alcohol, why would he smash beer bottles when he was drunk, why drunk people talk so much and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;refuses&lt;/span&gt; to admit that their drunk, why &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kelvin's gf&lt;/span&gt; made a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;100+ km/hour&lt;/span&gt; sharp turn when there were so many lives (including mine) in her hands, and why she wouldn't stop when she heard our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;high pitch screaming&lt;/span&gt;! I could have swore that the guys that sat behind couldn't feel their &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;balls &lt;/span&gt;after that turn. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT JOKING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, as for this week, its my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas Break!&lt;/span&gt; But things are sipeh rushed and I don't think I will have any time to enjoy Christmas. First of all, me and few of the guys have to plan for our last minute &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Langkawi trip&lt;/span&gt; because some of the others are so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;發.ing&lt;/span&gt; free but refuse to help in the planning. And what&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't understand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is why are they so eager to keep asking about the plans for the trip when they don't intend to lend a hand in the planning? It's so&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 德發.ing&lt;/span&gt; annoying receiving a message asking about the trip when we are pulling our hair out, looking for a place to stay. Till now we still can't find a place to bunk on the 27th because the whole &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;發.ing&lt;/span&gt; Langkawi is fully booked. Guess we'll just have to sleep on the beach and feed the mosquitoes for a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that is really&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; frustrating&lt;/span&gt; is that on the day I skipped class, the class was given assignments that needs to use the college's resources before the break and is due right after the break. How am I supposed to go do my work in college when the college is closed for Christmas? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't understand!&lt;/span&gt; Another genius act by the lecturers of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;KBU&lt;/span&gt;. Just that day I went to Kwang Hua to play basketball, and was walking by the corridors when i saw posters that were promoting KBU on notice boards. I would have tore those posters down without hesitation if there wasn't a locked glass door standing between me and the posters.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst of my frustration, I had to go to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cornetto Sundae&lt;/span&gt;, hoping that the Cornetto Sundae would ease my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;. Even as I was lining up to get my Cornetto Sundae, just staring at the poster of the Cornetto Sundae filled me up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GLEE&lt;/span&gt;. The way the chocolate chips and and crushed cones were sprinkled on top of the chocolate and vanilla ice cream was enough to make me feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROUD&lt;/span&gt; to be apart of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;community&lt;/span&gt; that was standing in line to pay and get their tasty treats. So I got to the counter, paid for my Sundae, and waited at the side patiently while the guy was preparing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;my Sundae&lt;/span&gt;. And when he was done, he turned around with my Sundae and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH&lt;/span&gt;, it was just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;glowing&lt;/span&gt; in the light. However, through closer inspection, I noticed that its glow was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dimming&lt;/span&gt; as it approached my hand. I noticed that something was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;missing&lt;/span&gt;. I took the Sundae, looked up at the poster and compared the two, and I noticed that the chocolate chips were &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;absent&lt;/span&gt; from my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cornetto Sundae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; So I called out to the guy and said :" Excuse me, but where are the chocolate chips ?" And this dude turns to me and says with a very familliar but ever annoying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indian Slang&lt;/span&gt;:" &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sorry La, the chocolate chips... No more edi La... Sorry La...&lt;/span&gt;" Can you all imagine that kind of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indian Slang&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the shaking of head&lt;/span&gt; as Indians always do? As soon as I heard that, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;snapped&lt;/span&gt;. I was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt; at the way he handled the situation. He wanted to give me the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; crappy Sundae&lt;/span&gt; without chocolate chips and expected me not to notice it? And cincai say &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; after I waited patiently with a long community of people and paid a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quite-expensive-and-I-deserve-to-get-my-satisfaction-price&lt;/span&gt;? I stared into his eyes long and hard, his eyes did not show any sign of apology even though he kept repeating " &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sorry la &lt;/span&gt;". My teeth were&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; clenched&lt;/span&gt; and I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;trembling&lt;/span&gt;, I felt that it was gonna happen, my fist slowly was about to turn into '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Finger&lt;/span&gt;'. But then just before I was going all out on that guy, I looked up and saw the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cornetto Sundae &lt;/span&gt;poster, just &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;gleaming&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;beaming&lt;/span&gt; at me, they were so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;dandy &lt;/span&gt;that they just found a way to calm me back down. I said:"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;" with the tone of my voice sounding like :" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;STFU&lt;/span&gt; " and walked away eating the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; crappy half Cornetto Sundae &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sadly&lt;/span&gt;. To think of it, I should have gotten a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;refund!&lt;/span&gt; It tasted so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crappy&lt;/span&gt; without the chocolate chips. And what is it with that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Indian slang&lt;/span&gt;? It really just made me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;snap!&lt;/span&gt; I definitely wouldn't be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt; if it was a lady with a&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; sexy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;voice, or even a guy with a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; sexy &lt;/span&gt;voice, for that matter. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Don't Understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;climax&lt;/span&gt; of the post. Just now, my faith towards the human race just dropped &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lower&lt;/span&gt;. Just when I thought that the thinking of the world was starting to improve, my optimism failed me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;big time&lt;/span&gt;! Not only that, my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;racism&lt;/span&gt; level just up-ed a notch. To be honest, I'm not very racist compared to many people I know, but after my encounter just now, if you are darker than &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ching Hong&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thuan Shih&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;發 U !&lt;/span&gt; That's how bad it is. Now heres how it all goes down. We were heading for some late supper at Esso mamak. We reached the area and were crossing the road to reach the mamak. Just before we crossed, there was this &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sipeh-ah-beng car&lt;/span&gt; with white lights making its &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;speeding sound&lt;/span&gt; (not fast at all but very loud) coming down along the road, so we waited till he passed then only cross. As we were crossing, I and TC were getting all excited talking about something and I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pointed&lt;/span&gt; in the direction of the car on the opposite side of the road (not the ah beng car). That&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; sipeh-ah-beng car &lt;/span&gt;suddenly jammed the brakes and reversed. He opened the door, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;發.ing Indian&lt;/span&gt; ( Yeah that's what I call them now) stuck his ugly mug out and started shouting all kinds of profanities at us, especially me. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;發.ing Indian&lt;/span&gt; went:" &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;U MAU MATI KAH?! TUNJUK APA?! KNB@CJB PUKIMAK! &lt;/span&gt;" We were like:" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt; Is he talking to us? " Just the way his slang went with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;KNB@CJB&lt;/span&gt; made me wanna laugh out loud but the situation didn't permit me to. We kept quiet, still blur about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wtf &lt;/span&gt;just happened. Then another &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;發.ing Indian &lt;/span&gt;came out from the passenger's seat, standing beside the car and doing the "What's Up" counter nods with his head. That's when we knew what was going down. This 2 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;發.ing skinny and short Indians&lt;/span&gt; wanna pick a fight with us, four guys who are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;pretty tough&lt;/span&gt;, over a finger I pointed. And it isn't even my good ol' &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;middle finger &lt;/span&gt;which I flash so often, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;proudly&lt;/span&gt; as well. So I said:" &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saya tunjuk kancil itu la, bukan tunjuk u&lt;/span&gt;" The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;發.ing Indian &lt;/span&gt;starts to get &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;:" &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;JANGAN BOHONG LA! PUKIMAK U! SAYA TAKDA CAKAP U, U TUNJUK SAYA! CINA BABI! &lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL! Sipeh Emo! &lt;/span&gt;Was he about to cry? Was my index finger a bullet that pierced through his emo little heart? Aww that poor poor &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;發.ing Indian&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe I should have consoled him and gave him a tissue. But, knowing this kind of people, especially those gangster wannabes from Klang, things aren't always what they seem. They won't be so brave if they didn't have more people than you, and if they don't, and judging by their tiny sizes, they've gotta have weapons in their&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; ah beng car&lt;/span&gt;. So I made my final statement, and I did it &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tommy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;style :" &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saya betul betul takda tunjuk u, Chill LA~&lt;/span&gt; " and I sealed the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Chill LA~&lt;/span&gt;" with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;annoying Indian slang&lt;/span&gt; that they always use, and I asked the guys to continue walking. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;發.ing Indian &lt;/span&gt;continued to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;, shouting some more profanities at me, but we just ignored him and continued walking on. Now he gets even &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;more emo&lt;/span&gt;, revving his car real high while moving his car real slow beside us. Then he speeds a few meters and stops at a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red light&lt;/span&gt;, then I think he &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;paiseh&lt;/span&gt; to continue staying there, then terpaksa rev some more then only run the red light to save face. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt; Can you believe how &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; these guys are? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Really Don't Understand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; these people are thinking! Thanks to him he was our topic for the mamak session we were having. We &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;laughed&lt;/span&gt; non stop! And while we were talking about this, I just recalled that I'm the guy who gets into the most trouble due to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;misunderstandings.&lt;/span&gt; People just keep picking random fights with me over nothing. I'm starting to feel that I must have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt; a lot of people off in my&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;past life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Even after I've taken the necessary precautions like having decent haircuts and wearing decent clothing, I still run into situations like these quite often. To think about it, I'm already quite calm when stuff like these happen. I don't tremble in fear no more and think rationally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Advice&lt;/span&gt; for those who have not encounter situations like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1. Always analyze the situation&lt;/span&gt; - First thing to do is to look at their &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sizes&lt;/span&gt;, their &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;numbers&lt;/span&gt;, and whether they have &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;weapons&lt;/span&gt;. If any of the above is more than you, control yourself and save your fight for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2. Do not get smart with those people&lt;/span&gt; - These kind of people are normally &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brainless&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;pompous&lt;/span&gt; to say all the wrong things. I've tried '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bombing&lt;/span&gt;' them and using &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sarcasm &lt;/span&gt;as my defense but it only makes it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worse!&lt;/span&gt; And their reactions always make you wanna &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, which is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; thing in a situation like that. They would always pause for a few seconds after you '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bomb&lt;/span&gt;' them because of their &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;slow processing speed&lt;/span&gt;, and after that few seconds have passed and their brains have registered that " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This guy is making fun of me&lt;/span&gt;", they would get even more&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; pissed off&lt;/span&gt; and start swearing a lot in front of your face and trust me, by the time they've done swearing, your face would be all wet, covered up with all sorts of disgusting fluids. Not a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wise choice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3. Do not walk away without answering them&lt;/span&gt; - Always leave an explanation before you decide to leave the scene. You will definitely make them more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sia suei&lt;/span&gt; than they already are if you ignore them and walk away, even more if their still harassing you while you are walking/ignoring them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4. Leave your ego out of the equation &lt;/span&gt;- Do not be scared of being a chicken in such situations. Being the chicken would always be the wiser choice in these situations. I can't remember how many times I wished I was more chicken, because my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Leo-like pride&lt;/span&gt; always forces me to challenge those people as I never think that I will lose to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uncivilised scum&lt;/span&gt; like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I better end this debate people that&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't understand&lt;/span&gt;, and move on to lighter stuff, like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas!&lt;/span&gt; This is gonna be a real busy and feeling-less Christmas. I feel that I don't even have the time to stop and enjoy the Christmas spirit. Gonna be helping out in the kitchen this year, grilling the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leg of lamb&lt;/span&gt; and toasting the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;garlic bread&lt;/span&gt;, making salad, mashed potatoes and mixing drinks. The feeling just ain't the same without my mom around. Really miss her so so much. Hope the lamb I'm preparing would be even half as good as the one she makes. Before I sign off, Wish me luck! Have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt; people! And If you're wondering what to give me for Christmas, get me some &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boxing gloves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so that I can't point at people! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-8574320699129931601?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/8574320699129931601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=8574320699129931601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/8574320699129931601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/8574320699129931601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-understand.html' title='I Don&apos;t Understand!'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SVIUHldgi2I/AAAAAAAAAQU/GcNyYg3KTxs/s72-c/HG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-3085732574160975646</id><published>2008-12-11T19:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:55:41.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises! *edited due to unforseen circumstances*</title><content type='html'>Waking up from a lazy holiday's morning after a crazy crazy week, there's nothing better than listening to Mayday's music, sipping on some hot chocolate, catching up with some old friends while looking back on what happened the whole week. What seemed to be a torturing week eventually ended quite perfectly, full of surprises, fellowship, and outbursts of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin, I just noticed that I got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3000 &lt;/span&gt;hits on my blog! Thanks to all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;readers&lt;/span&gt; that are willing to 'keh po' about my life, and to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;stalkers&lt;/span&gt; who view but don't comment. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL! &lt;/span&gt;Not talking about anybody in particular but hope to receive more '&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;holla&lt;/span&gt;'s from all friends, especially those that I don't see or hear from often. I miss all my friends, and it doesn't matter whether we are close or not, you guys will always be friends of mine. So do leave a message at the cbox if anybody has the chance. ( No spam allowed, though ) By the way, Congrats to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tommy&lt;/span&gt; for finding a girlfriend! Hope both of you will have a fruitful relationship! Anybody who has chat with Tommy recently will definitely know that he has a gf. Why you might ask? Let me emulate the conversation I had with him the other day.&lt;br /&gt;Chris:" Yo Tommy, India seems very dangerous lately, how are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Tommy:" Yo... I'm fine &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; I'm not single anymore :) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Da-be-liu-tee-eff&lt;/span&gt;, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SUFaaGNJlZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0mzcVH9vQ6U/s1600-h/051220081039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SUFaaGNJlZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0mzcVH9vQ6U/s320/051220081039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278599642643797394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope Tommy won't make her kek xim like he does to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now for updates. Continuing from the last post (Saturday night, 29th Nov), received an unexpected call from &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Kelvin&lt;/span&gt;. Seems like his plans for clubbing failed and he needed a place to crash. So he came over to my place and we caught up till late before we finally slept. Haven't had a long talk with K for maybe a year plus and it's really good to have him back here in Malaysia. Went for bakuteh with K and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Derrick&lt;/span&gt; the following morning because K hasn't had bakuteh in a year! That might not be long to most, but for people from Klang, it's an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eternity&lt;/span&gt;. Sending K &amp;amp; Derrick back was the last leisure activity I did for the whole of Sunday and Monday as another Maths test was just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I took a break from class on Tuesday because I "wasn't feeling well" but instead I went to play basketball in the morning. Honestly, I got my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a$$&lt;/span&gt; kicked by a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;girl &lt;/span&gt;in basketball. Even though I was going easy on her, I still lost 2 games out of 3 to her. This makes me think that she can win &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;90%&lt;/span&gt; of the guys in my college. Went home and had a nap after basketball because the weather was killing me (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Damn you global warming&lt;/span&gt;). After I woke up from the nap, my week went downhill. Fell very sick with high fever and sore throat. I took all sorts of precautions before the next day but it was to no avail. The next day was pure&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; torture&lt;/span&gt; as it was a full day of class and I couldn't rest when I got back because my test was on the following day. But, the good thing is that I somehow managed to get through the week, with the help of tons of water. Seriously, I've never drank so much water&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; in my life!&lt;/span&gt; I was finishing&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt; 1.5 litre bottles of water even before noon, and in the afternoon I would feel so overheated that I wished I could drink from the firehose. Thank God that's behind me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SUEs14k7F_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/U4owrQ_MzcI/s1600-h/DSC05481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SUEs14k7F_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/U4owrQ_MzcI/s320/DSC05481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278549542486874098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My shoes + Her shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday came (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;) and it was really a day of surprises. It was that new friend's birthday (By the way her name is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Carmen&lt;/span&gt;) so I stayed up to wish her. After wishing her and all, we continued to chat and things were heading in a very odd direction. I agreed to celebrate her birthday with her, then she started to give me some big hints which put me into a very awkward position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*edited due to unforseen circumstances*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day came. Went and met her for awhile in the afternoon before I went for a class gathering while she went for her own birthday celebration. The class gathering was at Chi Liung and was organized by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Zee Joo&lt;/span&gt;. It felt great to see my old classmates again after quite some time! Everyone has changed quite a bit and I was really &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;surprised &lt;/span&gt;to see Adrian, Siew Lin, Yee Ting, Hui Wen, Hui Cheen, Yu Ying at the gathering. I didn't even know that Adrian was still alive. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; just kidding!&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/_511nJN66Z-I/SUEoJ9C1MII/AAAAAAAAAPs/89N8iVGrjCY/s1600-h/DSC03439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SUEoJ9C1MII/AAAAAAAAAPs/89N8iVGrjCY/s320/DSC03439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278544389725302914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SUEmOq1HsFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4dVME66xlmg/s1600-h/DSC03455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SUEmOq1HsFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4dVME66xlmg/s320/DSC03455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278542271712047186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5S1 kakis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SUEl4TbL3aI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Rd8OBa1QG9U/s1600-h/DSC03460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SUEl4TbL3aI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Rd8OBa1QG9U/s320/DSC03460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278541887472131490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zee Joo's nostalgic pose. Is it just me, or is her arm larger than mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the gathering ended, I went to celebrate &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Miss Carmen&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday. It was a very simple celebration. I bought a tiny cake and sang a birthday tune for her and she made her wish. However, while we were on the way back I received another &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*edited due to unforseen circumstances*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Guess that day was the day I unofficially became &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;double&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Surprised&lt;/span&gt;, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SUFY3jbx23I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ih_RePhDUdQ/s1600-h/DSC01012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SUFY3jbx23I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ih_RePhDUdQ/s320/DSC01012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278597949682735986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her Birthday Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday came and it felt forever since I woke up from a good night of sleep. I went for basketball and then went grocery shopping with the guys. We were buying stuff for a BBQ on Sunday. We did the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupidest&lt;/span&gt; thing that day. I left my car at Tc's house and we went to basketball together. After basketball Tc left his car at Chin Loong's house and we went to eat using Kelvin's car. We then went shopping together at Tesco using Han Wei's car. In the end we went back in Kelvin's car to fetch CL home. And when we reached CL's house, TC said he left his car keys in Hw's car. So Kelvin decided to fetch me to get my car at Tc's house. Halfway, I remembered that my car keys were in Tc's car. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL !&lt;/span&gt; Then Kelv sent me home but I actually left my house keys in my own car. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF! &lt;/span&gt;Luckily my bro was still awake at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came and it was BBQ time! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOOHOO! &lt;/span&gt;Been such a long time since we last had a gathering like that. Only get to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Chee Long&lt;/span&gt; few times a year and I had so much fun that even the rain and my bad throat wasn't gonna bother me. And to make things better, we ended the day by doing what we do everytime we meet up, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;FORUM&lt;/span&gt;.ing! It's kinda like a bunch of guys chilling in a room, talking about all sorts of stuff from the past till the present. I will never forget how Chee Long used to be a promoter:" Hey u got gf or not? I got gf liao le... wan c pics or not? that day i took her go see fireflies, sipeh romantic!" and how his gf became a lesbian after breaking up with him. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL! &lt;/span&gt;Girls beware of Chee Long, there are risks of being lesbians if you mix with him too much. But the Jing Dian of the night was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;detector&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;tsunami story&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unforgettable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SUEpafFYLeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bWGwzu4AZrA/s1600-h/DSCF0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SUEpafFYLeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bWGwzu4AZrA/s320/DSCF0607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278545773252324834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next day was a public holiday and we went to sing K together! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woohoo again!&lt;/span&gt; Haven't sing K till so &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HIGH&lt;/span&gt; in ages. We came out of the place &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sweating &lt;/span&gt;+ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;out of breath&lt;/span&gt; because we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jump&lt;/span&gt; till beh hoseh. Chee Long's dancing skill really not bad, especially the part he hopped on one leg across the room. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt; However, singing K during a public holiday really blew a hole through my wallet. Luckily we really had fun, so it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Took another day of leave from college and spent Tuesday afternoon with my girlfriend ( still not used to using the word "my girlfriend". Everything happened very fast and reality hasn't really kicked in for me yet) and Tuesday night with the guys. She cooked me some simple but definitely &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sweet &lt;/span&gt;lunch. Thanks =) Went to J card day with the guys and my gf on Wednesday. Got packed like sardines but I didn't buy anything. The others got plenty of cheap goodies, especially Han Wei, he keep pi heng with his brand new jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, what a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sipeh long post!&lt;/span&gt; It took me all day to finish this post, there goes my homework. Guess I'm up for another week of sleepless nights. Hope all of you enjoyed this sipeh long post. Do leave some comments or drop by to say hi if you're free. Take care everyone! Have a nice weekend ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-3085732574160975646?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/3085732574160975646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=3085732574160975646' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/3085732574160975646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/3085732574160975646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/12/surprises.html' title='Surprises! *edited due to unforseen circumstances*'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SUFaaGNJlZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0mzcVH9vQ6U/s72-c/051220081039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-8957575495131876709</id><published>2008-11-29T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:50:23.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring but happening week</title><content type='html'>Been more than a week since I last blogged and my, has this been a busy week! Haven't slept  this little in quite some time already. I think I'll share some stuff about what's been going on in college first. Finished my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Maths &lt;/span&gt;2nd class test on Monday and will be having the third next Thursday. Got the results today and I must say I'm quite disappointed. Thought I was gonna get full marks again but instead got some marks deducted due to skipping some easy steps. However, I'm considered quite lucky. There were people who got half of their marks deducted even though they got the answers correct but skipped some of the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, moving on, just completed a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;business assignment&lt;/span&gt; today. Had to skip yesterday's class in order to finish it. But, I kind of used the time quite leisurely. Went out to lunch with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a new friend&lt;/span&gt; of mine yesterday. Feels very weird getting to know a person from the internet, even weirder meeting a person you know from the internet after just&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 1 day &lt;/span&gt;of chatting. It was also the very first time I ate wat tan hor. The food got boring pretty fast but at least the conversation didn't. Haven't really social-ed with any new people recently and was very worried that I would forget how to. At times things would get awkward but that's usual during first meetings, right? Oh well, at least I have another friend to add to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sipeh small social circle&lt;/span&gt;. By the way, the first thing that the person said to me was that I had a very weird voice. Can anybody verify that? I do think I have horrible vocals but I didn't really notice that my voice was peculiar. Really need people's opinions on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my 48 small social circle, it also expanded a bit recently, because &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Han Wei, Kelvin, Ching Hong, Hock, Loong Siang, and Hueh Xin&lt;/span&gt; are all back and on holidays now! Wee!~ Hung out with Kelv, Hw, Ls, and Ching Hong during this week and just celebrated&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Ching Hong&lt;/span&gt;'s belated birthday just now. It was quite a special celebration as all of us were soaking wet due to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heavy rain&lt;/span&gt;. The area near CH's house was pretty much flooded and we were so worried that our cars wouldn't start after the celebrations. Thank God we all managed to make it home safe and sound. Darn tired now and have to catch up on some lost sleep. Good Night people! Have a great weekend! Will leave you guys with a few pics I took this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/STA6DDs62QI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RDlNXFd1oY0/s1600-h/DSC01001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/STA6DDs62QI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RDlNXFd1oY0/s320/DSC01001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273778987858581762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go jogging but instead was attracted to the sunset till it got dark -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/STA6aCXXdMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZVBybf62soI/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/STA6aCXXdMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZVBybf62soI/s320/DSC01005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273779382636737730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe it's pointing towards me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/STA6yWCQ3cI/AAAAAAAAAPM/pcPHXK6W6Uk/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/STA6yWCQ3cI/AAAAAAAAAPM/pcPHXK6W6Uk/s320/DSC01008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273779800233795010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL! This shop's banner really makes you think the other way&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/4254785671669978109-8957575495131876709?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/8957575495131876709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=8957575495131876709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/8957575495131876709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/8957575495131876709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/11/tiring-but-happening-week.html' title='Tiring but happening week'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/STA6DDs62QI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RDlNXFd1oY0/s72-c/DSC01001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-5758526199920372459</id><published>2008-11-18T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:52:07.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdos everywhere</title><content type='html'>I went to bed pretty earlier yesterday but was woken up by one of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;weirdest &lt;/span&gt;calls ever. An old friend of mine called up in the middle of the night just to tell me that she was reading through her diary and found out what a great friend I was to her in the year &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;. Can you believe that? And when she asked me whether I remembered what it was about I was like,  "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woot?&lt;/span&gt;". I was so blur from waking up in the middle night, still wanna ask me what happened 2 years ago. Well, in the end she didn't tell me what I did that gave me the honour of receiving that call from her but she instead just made me promise her that I must be her best friend for life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weird huh?&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to ask her :" Is this about money? Coz if it is, just get to the point" but was worried I potong people's stim while they in the middle of emo.ing. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So instead I just said OK and went back to bed with tons of question marks to dream about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5 am to send my mom off. She's going to California (again!) and this time she's not going to be back for Christmas nor the New Year. Pretty sad that she's going so long and am definitely gonna miss her. Guess this Christmas will be another year without good cooking.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sigh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to another half day of boring class and went for some horrible sushi lunch which costed me a bomb. Then went to the bank and Prudential's office to settle some stuff for mom while she's away. A weird thing happened at the bank today. The clerk asked me for my age and she gave me the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;" look when I told her I was 20. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So young ar?&lt;/span&gt;" When she asked me that it was my turn to give her my "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;" look. Do I really look that old? Comments, anyone? Maybe I gotta sleep earlier and stop staring at the computer so much. Ok, just a quick update. Gotta get back to work. Good Night people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated at 8.50 pm : Guess the weirdo prize for today goes to this guy and his style of frying char kueh tiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TsZdNbFet6c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TsZdNbFet6c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-5758526199920372459?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/5758526199920372459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=5758526199920372459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/5758526199920372459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/5758526199920372459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-went-to-bed-pretty-earlier-yesterday.html' title='Weirdos everywhere'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-6462924161437890979</id><published>2008-11-17T18:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:09:53.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden change of events</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate it when you have tons of work to do during the holidays? We always decide on doing it first and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt; study during the holidays but somehow or rather nothing goes according to plan and you end up with a pile of work adding into the busy period right after a short break. Anybody feeling me yet? Then the memory of the beautiful holidays turn into a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nightmare&lt;/span&gt; because we spend the last day rushing the assignments that are due on the next day. Does this experience sound familiar? Well, it happened to me yesterday and waking up today was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;friggin' &lt;/span&gt;hard task. Then comes the part where I promise myself to finish off work at the beginning of the next holidays to prevent this from happening again, but eventually fail to do so every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to class drowsy with my out-of-bed hairstyle as usual. I think I've done this before but I'm gonna break it down for you guys again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Class, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Further Engineering Maths &lt;/span&gt;- Used it to finalize some last minute work and catch up with friends on what they did during the short break. Why you might ask? Well, this lecturer totally pissed me off by giving me the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;most motivating reply&lt;/span&gt; I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;Example, the first time I asked him :" Sir, may I use this method? Though it doesn't get the same answer, it still is a valid method of solving the question"&lt;br /&gt;The old bugger looks at my working and replies:" &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I dunno la... Just use my method la&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Me :" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da Be Liu Tee Eff ! !&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;First time never mind, maybe he's lazy to read my long workings.&lt;br /&gt;Second time I went up to him to question him about his workings instead :" Sir, how did you get from 2nd step to 3rd step? How would I know which approach to use when I see a question like this? "&lt;br /&gt;And here goes the award to the most motivating answer ever :" &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guna otak&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OU MAI GA! @#$%*#@!&lt;/span&gt; Thanks teacher! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiu Lei Ma Kasih&lt;/span&gt; indeed. Next time when I use my brain, it will definitely tell me not to go ask you any more questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd class, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Control and Instrumentation&lt;/span&gt; - Just stayed in class to get through to the other lectures in the afternoon. By this time I was feeling really sleepy already. Still gotta tahan till 5.30pm today. Jiin Huei and Hoe were also sharing the feeling of fatigue and we discussed whether we should ponteng.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ponteng?&lt;/span&gt; My eyes brightened up at the sound of it. "No! Better not, afternoon class quite important", I thought to myself. Then halfway through the lecture, the head of Engineering comes in to give us some of his usual&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BS&lt;/span&gt;. My Lye, aka &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mr Lie&lt;/span&gt;, always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt;-es people into joining KBU and rob them of their future. This time, he comes in and tells us that KBU just sealed the deal with IBM and they are coming over to monitor our performances in our studies. He kept glancing over at me the whole time, didn't know why but eventually he made it clear. He stated that scholarship students&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; exhibit proper attitude at all times and attendance is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt; and that KBU has every right to pull the plug on our scholarships &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;any time&lt;/span&gt; they feel we are misbehaving. He said a whole load of other crap about the economy and how people weren't able to find jobs + how good KBU is, etc but too bad I wasn't really paying any attention.&lt;br /&gt;Then as soon as &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mr Lie &lt;/span&gt;left the lecture theatre, Jiin Huei turned to me and asked :" I think he was talking about you just now, still wanna ponteng later?"&lt;br /&gt;The words came out naturally :" &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course!&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;and I skipped the two afternoon classes, had some lunch and slept the whole afternoon away till just now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woo Hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be consequences of my acts today, but I guess I have more important things to worry about at the moment. Gotta prepare for a class test next Monday and Complete an assignment by next Friday. To make things worse, friends from Australia are coming back this week. Gonna be rushing those work like crazy again. Might not be able to update in the near future but do Take care everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy Birthday to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shaun&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charmaine&lt;/span&gt;. Though I won't get to celebrate with the both of you, I still hope you two will have a great birthday today. Cheers!&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/_511nJN66Z-I/SSFdrG800zI/AAAAAAAAAO0/JDTka3gbdJU/s1600-h/time2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SSFdrG800zI/AAAAAAAAAO0/JDTka3gbdJU/s320/time2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269596034181681970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Shaun's Time Mag Pic , even though there are some mistakes I still find it very funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SSFb6LIa6rI/AAAAAAAAAOk/6RZcRLYdKYc/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SSFb6LIa6rI/AAAAAAAAAOk/6RZcRLYdKYc/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269594093978839730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pic of Kathleen, Me, Charmaine &amp;amp; AhCheen (Happy belated birthday to NHC as well)&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/4254785671669978109-6462924161437890979?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/6462924161437890979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=6462924161437890979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/6462924161437890979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/6462924161437890979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/11/sudden-change-of-events.html' title='Sudden change of events'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SSFdrG800zI/AAAAAAAAAO0/JDTka3gbdJU/s72-c/time2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-582462083698717160</id><published>2008-11-13T10:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:51:17.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of unknown holidays</title><content type='html'>It was a pretty hectic week last week. Had tons of labs to hand up and tons of activities planned (though not all went accordingly). Stayed in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Damansara &lt;/span&gt;for a night that week to hang out with some friends. I managed to finally attend a day of frisbee practice but it wasn't as fun as expected. Everyone was so caught up in playing their own game that nobody really gave a damn about the new guy (poor me), so I eventually got bored out of my skull and went over to play basketball instead. I also had some Dota training with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bernard&lt;/span&gt; as the KBU's dota competition was coming up that Saturday and I haven't been playing for some time. We had fun but eventually had a disappointing lost at the semi-finals due to a little, but fatal mistake that one of our teamates made but oh well, we wouldn't win in the finals either, as Battleangel6, a former DNA-SK member was coincidentally studying in KBU. He used to be a representative for Malaysia and I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hated&lt;/span&gt; him. He really made a fool of Malaysians during international games, saying unsportman-like things when Malaysia's leading and cursing when Malaysia's losing. Though I hated him then, the new Malaysia representatives aren't any better. So I guess all of them are like that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;typical Malaysians&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this week, it's a week of holidays (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;). However, I've been enjoying through the most of it till I forgot that I have tons of work due right after the break. Another mistake I made is forgetting that people from Aussie are coming back next week! Though I'm excited, I'm also worried that I'll be too busy with work till I can't hang out with them, or worse and more likely, I'll be too busy hanging out till I forget about work. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANG!&lt;/span&gt; Getting torn between work and play really is frustrating. Good thing I don't have a gf, things would be much more complicated if I did (Though I can't deny that I am single and despo.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOL!&lt;/span&gt;). Hmmm, speaking of girls, I can't help but wonder what is it with girls nowadays? I don't know why, but recently, I really have the feeling that I haven't seen a female human being other than my mom. Sounds weird, but I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dead serious&lt;/span&gt;! It's bad enough that I go to a military college (because it seems like it's an all boys place), even when I go out I rarely notice the presence of any girls. There would be a one in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; moon chance to see a girl that I can't take my eyes off but nowadays I won't even bother looking twice, coz' I feel that she either is already taken or if she's single, there's a good reason behind it, if you get what I mean. (Most, not all) Girls nowadays are as cunning as double agents in a 007 movie and that's probably why &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;James Bond&lt;/span&gt; prefers his women married, they're certified and less &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;complicated&lt;/span&gt;. Speaking of which, I just watched The Quantum of Solace yesterday and I must say it's very disappointing. Casino Royale was one of the best James Bond movies ever while the sequel to it was a total letdown due to horrible directing and the horrible script. It just doesn't do a veteran actor like Daniel Craig justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My can't help but fret that my one week of holidays are gonna be over soon. Kinda wasted it with playing games and watching Prison Break when I should have been finishing off some work so that things won't be so rushed near the due dates. Somehow these kinds of things always gets delayed. Sigh, guess I better get back in the working mood as soon as possible. Will update yall later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-582462083698717160?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/582462083698717160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=582462083698717160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/582462083698717160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/582462083698717160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/11/week-of-unknown-holidays.html' title='A week of unknown holidays'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-6677951062214805150</id><published>2008-11-02T10:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:27:21.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I tell you!</title><content type='html'>Been a pretty busy week preparing for a Maths test. However, my efforts were pretty much in vain as the test was friggin' easy! The only hard part of the test was making sure that I wasn't caught when I was passing my paper around to others for them to copy my answers. Even though I didn't get caught that day, I'm still pretty worried that the teacher might be suspicious as almost all of the people that sat within my proximity will have the same answers and steps as me. But I don't really care anymore, since the teacher's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mega @$$-hole&lt;/span&gt;. After the test we had, some of my fellow classmates told me that there was a problem with the question and the teacher only told those who asked him about it. I was like "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF?!&lt;/span&gt; Wasn't he supposed to announce it to the class?" And the people around me who copied my answers didn't even bother to tell me about the mistake. So the conclusion I had was, that I studied for few nights, just to help others get higher marks and eventually I would be the one with the lowest marks since they took my answers for the ones they didn't know and kept the ones they knew to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sipeh AMGAN , I tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I was studying for the test, it gave me a lot of time to really listen to some new albums added to my collection of music. The album that I listened to first was Jay's new album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;魔杰座 &lt;/span&gt;(Capricorn) and I have to say, that imho it wasn't as nice as the previous album and definitely nowhere near the albums during the start of his career. Though there are quite a number of listen-able songs in this album, there aren't many songs that you will call classiscs in a few years time. Well, I guess a lot of people, especially girls, would disagree with my opinions about Jay (maybe because they are blinded), but I think that Jay's music is like recycled paper - you get the same thing, but with lower quality. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipeh Sien, I tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SQ0gBfhRFCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/RTcZZpHFxMg/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SQ0gBfhRFCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/RTcZZpHFxMg/s320/cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263898749478966306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sipeh Lan Yeng pic of Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The second album that I managed to get my hands on was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;'s self titled album. I think that it's a really really nice album and I highly recommended it if you're okay with country music. I find country music pretty refreshing not to mention relaxing, listening to different kinds of instruments like banjos and violins. And there's just something about Taylor Swift's voice when she sings a love song, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sipeh emo, I tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SQ0hNAsCNzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EHmrot5T4SM/s1600-h/Taylor+Swift-Taylor+Swift+%5BBack%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SQ0hNAsCNzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EHmrot5T4SM/s320/Taylor+Swift-Taylor+Swift+%5BBack%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263900046872688434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the album from my favourite chinese band, Mayday's Poetry of the Day After (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;五月天- 後。青春期的詩&lt;/span&gt;). Though it's not the most listener-friendly album of theirs, but it's definitely a good one if you're into Mayday's style of music. Why isn't it listener-friendly, you might ask. Well, it might need some time to get used to as this album has a pretty unique style. But after a few listens, it gets highly addictive, almost as if you're in "the zone". Many people might not understand why I'm so supportive of Mayday, but I feel that Mayday is what music is all about. They don't just make plain music which you just listen to,  they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;express&lt;/span&gt; themselves, be it ideas, hopes, dreams or feelings. When you listen to their music, don't just listen, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interpret&lt;/span&gt;. Most songs have really meaningful messages in them and that's what makes their music really able to touch people's heart. For example, there's a song called &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;如煙&lt;/span&gt; in the new album, it didn't seem like much the first time I listened to it. But when I interpreted the meaning of the song, it just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BLEW ME AWAY!&lt;/span&gt; I won't even call it lyrics, it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;poetry in motion&lt;/span&gt;! I wonder how &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashin &lt;/span&gt;writes the lyrics, it really puts my poem in the last post to shame, sheer brilliance! You all have to listen to it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sipeh Jeng, I tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SQ0fx7FBhJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DvrhY9bTKFA/s1600-h/00-mayday-poetry_of_the_day_after-cover-cpop-2008-tosk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SQ0fx7FBhJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DvrhY9bTKFA/s320/00-mayday-poetry_of_the_day_after-cover-cpop-2008-tosk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263898481998791826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;有沒有那麼一張書籤　停止那一天　&lt;br /&gt;最單純的笑臉和　最美那一年&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 書包裡面裝滿了蛋糕和汽水&lt;br /&gt;　雙眼只有無猜和無邪　讓我們無法無天 - 五月天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our youth doesn't last forever, so cherish it. 'Cause before you know it, it'll be over, and it'll be too late to regret not making the most out of our most valuable treasure, which is life. ( No quotes here, this is from me. LOL!) So why are you still in front of the computer? Go out and live your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update at 5.15 pm***&lt;br /&gt;Went to Damansara with Weetat, Derrick and Hoe for lunch with Edward just now. Our trip to Damansara only lasted 2 hours, but it was a nightmare. We went for an overpriced lunch, then went back to Edward's condo, only to find that our car got clamped. Seems that you not only have to park at the visitor's parking, you also have to follow the numbers at the parking spots. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF!?&lt;/span&gt; And the guard didn't bother to tell us that?! Then need to pay RM50 to unclamp it, even though it's their mistake. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF!?&lt;/span&gt; It's like getting beaten by gangsters and you have to pay them. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sipeh Suei, I tell you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-6677951062214805150?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/6677951062214805150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=6677951062214805150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/6677951062214805150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/6677951062214805150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-tell-you.html' title='I tell you!'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SQ0gBfhRFCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/RTcZZpHFxMg/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-532757860195374987</id><published>2008-10-27T10:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:39:32.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Was going through some old articles and poems I wrote for the school magazine and I came across a poem I wrote that was never published and was never shared with anyone. It was a poem about someone special in my life. Do excuse the childish rhymes as it was written a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I Wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every time I think of her&lt;br /&gt;I wish things between us weren't over&lt;br /&gt;I wish that it still was the two of us&lt;br /&gt;I wish we were still in love&lt;br /&gt;I wish that she would answer my call&lt;br /&gt;I wish she would understand&lt;br /&gt;That I would give my all&lt;br /&gt;Just to make things right again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the sound of her voice&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when our world was just two-persons-wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I miss the times when we're on the phone and she talks real low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;'cause it's late and her mama doesn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I miss the times when we would refuse to hang up the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Because neither of us wanted to go to bed alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I miss the times when warmth was just one call away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;She was always there for me, she was the highlight of my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I miss the time we went skating together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;It was the only time we could hold hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Without being teased by the others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;She was able to talk to me freely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Like I was the only one around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;She used to hold on to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Like the only other choice was falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;We skated around like we had nowhere we needed to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nice and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;And I remember the time we walked back to the others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;She dared me to hold her hand but ran when I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;She looks so adorable when she is shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I remember the troubled times I was going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;When the world turned against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;And there was nothing I could do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;She told me that things were gonna be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;She always had just the right thing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I remember the time we had our very first fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;She refused to speak to me, I couldn't sleep for nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I remember the way we made things better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Her friends arranged for me to meet her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;We never spoked in person before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;We were so shy, made me tongue tied even more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;It was a cold and rainy day, such romantic weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;We sat down on the floor, side by side with each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;For the first time she told me that she liked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I was overwhelmed, those words swept me off my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I looked deep into her dreamy eyes, I didn't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;But my heart already had the answers, and it made me say&lt;br /&gt;"I like you too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sigh, it's memories like those that brought an end to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I couldn't stand the way she was able to talk to everyone I knew except me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;It made me jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;It was all cool when we were on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;We were as close as lovers can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;But in school, it was a whole different story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;It seemed like she didn't even notice the existence of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Every time she walked pass me I could barely breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I wonder whether she knew that she's the only person I could see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;It was torture, and if you were me then you'd be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Wishing someone would shoot me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I wish that I wasn't so selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I wish that I was contented with what we had going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;It was special, but now it's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;The month she left was a month of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I tried to make things right but she wouldn't let me go anywhere near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I wrote my apologies and sent it in a card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;But nothing was able to get through to her broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I wonder whether she thinks of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;When times get lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I wonder whether she remembers the dreams we shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;The sweet laughter we had, the tears we shed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Looking back on things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;And it's definitely nice to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;That someone like her&lt;br /&gt; Could ever love someone like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I never meant for us to end like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;And would gladly turn back the sands of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;If I only had one wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-8421443308453527920</id><published>2008-10-19T22:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:34:51.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past 2 Weeks</title><content type='html'>The week before last week passed by with great difficulty. I was still figuring out a way to actually care about my education. I was wondering, what can I do to concentrate in class? Is it even worth paying attention to the gibberish? Was I wasting my RM250 per semester if I didn't pay attention? And then I wondered on further. Thank God I wasn't paying any fees for education at KBU. Do the people in my class, or anybody in KBU for that matter, think that they are getting their money's worth? Would I be paying more attention if I actually paid 20K a year to study here? And after a week of pondering and surveying the classes I took, the answer was, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL NO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I wouldn't be able to understand what they were trying to say even if my life depended on it, let alone if I merely paid for it. So after acquiring these answers, last week passed with a little less difficulty, but it made me feel much more guilty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't think that I listened to even ONE class. We were either chatting about other stuff or doing our own homework, that is, if I didn't skip that class in the first place. And since I'm writing this post at this hour instead of doing my homework, I guess that I will be doing the same thing for the following week. Not proud of it, but I don't think I have any other choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some lighter stuff, I'm gonna jot down a few things that happened in the past week and a half. First of all, I attended a musical called &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dance My Love&lt;/span&gt; at City Harvest Church on 10th October (Friday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SPtiD6fdw3I/AAAAAAAAANU/mjKY1T2WIFg/s1600-h/dance-my-love-eflyer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SPtiD6fdw3I/AAAAAAAAANU/mjKY1T2WIFg/s320/dance-my-love-eflyer1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258904809265546098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We (Jy, Yz, Chris (Hing), Tzehowe, Seng Geak, Lynette, Eugene) were actually very impressed with the acting, singing, choreography, and filmography of the musical. It didn't seem like much from the flyer but it was actually very entertaining and touching. And the dance moves they had were pretty wicked, no surprise there as it was featuring the best dancers in town, including the finalist for “So You Think You Can Dance? Season 2″. We all had a good time that night even though the place was so so so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; due to the amount of people that attended it. It was so packed that we ended up sitting on the steps of the staircase even though we reached there pretty early. But from my experience of going to the events hosted by this church, the people that attend them are so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;friggin' &lt;/span&gt;enthusiastic! For example, if the event was at 8pm, they would be lining up at the doors around &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3pm&lt;/span&gt;. Insane right? The pastor even gave us 5 minutes of time to go around and shake hands with our neighbours, and his objectives of that was so that as we shook hands and got acquainted with our neighbours, we would squeeze in closer with each other. I think that you can imagine how packed it was when I say that there were more than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt; people sitting on the floor that night. And from what I heard, the musical was showing for 3 days that weekend and every session was jam packed. Simply unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, other than Friday's musical, I really can't remember what I did the following Saturday and Sunday. Guess I was watching movies the whole weekend, but all i could remember was watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hellboy 2:The Golden Army&lt;/span&gt;. Better blog more often or else I won't remember anything I've done in a few years time. Got hooked onto &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Prison Break&lt;/span&gt; when my cousin came over to visit me. He was surprised that I've never watched an episode of Prison Break and told me that I at least have to watch the first episode of it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;, after that first episode, I just couldn't stop. In my opinion, it was a masterpiece of a story and my heart was trying to burst out of my chest at almost every episode of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, last week was a week full of birthdays. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Leong Hoe&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday came first on the 13th of November (Monday). Here is a picture of his cake, appetizing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SPth4wHHYjI/AAAAAAAAANM/3ot_3x8c0Vo/s1600-h/DSC00999+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SPth4wHHYjI/AAAAAAAAANM/3ot_3x8c0Vo/s320/DSC00999+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258904617500500530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was actually two brownies, but it was later covered with tomato + chilli sauce + salt + pepper. Initially, our classmates forced him to eat it. But, he refused and insisted that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edward &lt;/span&gt;(the most pokai person I've ever known, and also a birthday boy of that week) had a piece as well. So, Edward sat beside Hoe and acted like he was eating  a piece of the brownie, before he totally &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMASHED&lt;/span&gt; that particular piece into Hoe's face and made a run for it!! Oh, what a classic scene that was. I don't recall a year that Hoe didn't get his face smashed into a cake. And after all these years, he still doesn't learn! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SPtmueEQ-0I/AAAAAAAAANc/wazFoAeki3c/s1600-h/DSC00970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SPtmueEQ-0I/AAAAAAAAANc/wazFoAeki3c/s320/DSC00970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258909938416155458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edward aka Pokai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday arrived and it was time for Hoe to get his revenge on Edward. Actually, it wasn't only Hoe who wanted revenge. Almost everyone who spent his birthday with Edward around wanted revenge and sweet revenge was what they got that day. In order to stop Edward from running, a whole gang of us, comprised of students from different classes, grabbed hold of him right after class ended. We taped his arms togeter with duct tape and presented him his cake. I don't have a photo of it with me but I'll try to describe it. It was home made, and probably the most disgusting cake I've ever seen. The core was wheat bread with chilli + tomato sauce in it, and it was covered with tons of whipped cream and strips of chocolate which made it look like a giant pile of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;. With Edward all tied up, Ah Kai forced him to chow down on some of the disgusting cake. Then, the main event came. Winn said:" Edward, I'm sorry. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YYAAarrrrrrrrrRRRHHH!&lt;/span&gt; " and he arched his hand back, looking like a quarterback ready to throw a football to a receiver at the other end of the field. Edward's eyes widened, " Winnn, Don't you dare throw..." AND &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAMMMM!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Winn smashed the whole cake into his face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Upon impact, the whole area bursted with "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OWH!&lt;/span&gt;"s and "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOLY SHIT&lt;/span&gt;"s. Man, was he pissed. But what could he do with his arms all tied together? Nothing. But he still tried, and that was probably the funniest part because he was chasing Winn with his hands all tied up and he was trying to headbutt him. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt; Can you imagine that? That really left me and most of the others kneeling on the floor, clutching our stomaches, and laughing our arses off. But just when Edward stopped chasing them and we thought it was over, Ah Kai came back and smashed an egg on Edward's head and the whole process of chasing and headbutt-ing resumed. I laughed so hard that I had stomache cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That Wednesday was also &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kelvin See&lt;/span&gt; aka Tom Cruise's birthday. Even though we weren't able to celebrate with you, I still wish you well and hope that you had a smashing 20th birthday over there. Can't wait till you get back, bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SPtnJ3BhvKI/AAAAAAAAANk/5LyD-JyGVc4/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SPtnJ3BhvKI/AAAAAAAAANk/5LyD-JyGVc4/s320/DSC00316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258910408972024994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelvin aka Tom Cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday came and KC came back from Semenyih and stayed at my place for the weekend. I, Jy and Kc watched Max Payne on Friday night and MAN, IT &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUCKED! &lt;/span&gt;It was such a let down as the video game was one of the most revolutionary games of its time! The movie, on the other hand, sucked so bad that I give it a 1 out of 100. It was so boring that we didn't even believe that we were only in the cinema for an hour and a half as it felt like an eternity. I urge everyone to skip this movie if you had plans to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SPtujl3aWlI/AAAAAAAAANs/BG5wfPWvEtM/s1600-h/marky_wideweb__470x319,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SPtujl3aWlI/AAAAAAAAANs/BG5wfPWvEtM/s320/marky_wideweb__470x319,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258918547624188498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mark Wahlberg and his horrible portrayal of Max Payne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a historic day for me as it was the first time I traded an item through the internet. I managed to sell my Nike Air Forces and the guy wanted me to go hand him the goods over at SS15, Subang Jaya. I have to admit that the experience was pretty scary as you wouldn't know what the person looks like and whether they would be good people or not. Lucky for me, the guy that traded with me was a pretty nice guy and looked completely harmless. I wouldn't want to be trading with a huge gangster looking dude with scars on his face. Went to try the famous Uncle Seng's Noodles after the trade. It wasn't as legendary as it sounded, (One guy told me that it was the best noodles he has ever tasted and one day he is gonna hire Uncle Seng as his chef to let his family eat Uncle Seng's noodles everyday) but still it was pretty good. A quick shoutout to Chen Hong and Mark, Happy Birthday you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I spent the afternoon watching movies with Kc and meddling with my facebook account (Finally I setted up my facebook account after creating it some time back). Watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;, the movie about blackjack, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Death Race&lt;/span&gt;. 21 was actually very interesting while Death Race was another one of those no-brainer action movie. As for the evening, I spent it running errands for my mom and sending Kc to meet his ride back to Semenyih. Getting pretty late, so I'm gonna sign off for now. Will edit the post tomorrow. Good night people!&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/_511nJN66Z-I/SPtu5vrQ9hI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Df8tPOHdTCg/s1600-h/bbs.wofei.net%40%E5%86%B3%E8%83%9C21%E7%82%B9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SPtu5vrQ9hI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Df8tPOHdTCg/s320/bbs.wofei.net%40%E5%86%B3%E8%83%9C21%E7%82%B9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258918928214717970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;21 - Really nice film, highly recommended&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/4254785671669978109-8421443308453527920?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/8421443308453527920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=8421443308453527920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/8421443308453527920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/8421443308453527920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/10/past-2-weeks.html' title='The Past 2 Weeks'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SPtiD6fdw3I/AAAAAAAAANU/mjKY1T2WIFg/s72-c/dance-my-love-eflyer1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-2771341949519220433</id><published>2008-10-07T21:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:06:04.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of Class, again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, 6th October&lt;/span&gt; - The first day of class after the Raya holidays.&lt;br /&gt;First class, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Further Maths&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Waste of time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Second class, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Control and Instrumentation&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Waste of time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Third class, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Business and Management for Engineers&lt;/span&gt; - Didn't waste any more time by skipping it. Extremely lucky because the lecturer didn't take attendance today. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WooHoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; allergic&lt;/span&gt; to my college. As soon as Maths started, had serious aches in my stomach that didn't go away even after bombing the toilet. The aches left me pale till after the second lecture. But just as soon as I decided to ponteng and stepped out of the college, there was something really different about the atmosphere outside that just made me feel better. I don't mean it like some kind of miracle, but the aches just were not as severe as it was. Damn you, KBU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downloaded and watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Iron Man&lt;/span&gt; for the third time. It's still friggin' awesome! Downloaded "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wanted&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;" comics to read. The 300 is just as same as the movie while the Wanted comic is very different from the movie. Though it's not as fancy as the movie with the special effects that Hollywood has to offer, but it definitely has a much more interesting storyline. Highly recommended. Downloaded a few classic films like The Count Of Monte Cristo and Volcano High School but haven't got the time to watch them yet. Here's a couple of pics from Wanted and a pic I took at One Utama after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SOt7G9wSfPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/D50lqqvKUgM/s1600-h/Wanted+%2305+%282004%29++%2805%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SOt7G9wSfPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/D50lqqvKUgM/s320/Wanted+%2305+%282004%29++%2805%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254428749844348146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wesley and The Fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SOt7lorWpqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6T02SQtaeD8/s1600-h/Wanted+%2305+%282004%29++%2819%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SOt7lorWpqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6T02SQtaeD8/s320/Wanted+%2305+%282004%29++%2819%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254429276762449570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wesley in Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SOt8EDMZMeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7drbAj28H1g/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SOt8EDMZMeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7drbAj28H1g/s320/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254429799276425698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me posing with a guy in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, 7th October &lt;/span&gt;- First Class, Don't remember what subject it was and what were it's contents but only knew that it was taught by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mr Pu&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Waste of time&lt;/span&gt;. Second Class, Maths again - Don't understand anything but will put the blame on the lecturer. Class ended early so I went for a&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; facial &lt;/span&gt;appointment with Ching Ling. It was my first time doing a facial but it was pretty ok for me. Didn't see much difference either but at least I acquired some knowledge about my skin type and the things that I can do to prevent freckles/blackheads. Just that I don't know whether I should get the products she was offering. When she was explaining the uses of the products, I felt like I was talking to my mechanic. If you have ever gone to a mechanic to get your car fixed, you would know what I mean. He would tell you that the secondary timing belt has to be changed, the spark plugs has to be changed, etc and you would just nod and believe every word he said because you don't know &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SH!T&lt;/span&gt; about anything that he was talking about. He could tell you that there was a wild unicorn that wandered into your tailpipe and you would be like:" Oh really? Oh my God, that's serious! A mythological being in my exhaust pipe? We can't be having that. How much would it be to get it out of there? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RM7000&lt;/span&gt;? Ok, a task like that sounds like a RM7000 job. Thanks for not cutting my throat" Anybody get what I mean? Well, if you don't, you either have a really good car, or really good family members that do the job for you. Ended the evening with some jogging with my mom. Didn't adjust my ankle weights well and now my feet are killing me! Too tired and lazy to do my homework so I guess I'm gonna watch a movie before I go to bed. Goodnight people! Hope you have a great week ahead of you, at least a better one than mine.&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/4254785671669978109-2771341949519220433?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/2771341949519220433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=2771341949519220433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/2771341949519220433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/2771341949519220433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/10/start-of-class-again.html' title='Start of Class, again!'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SOt7G9wSfPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/D50lqqvKUgM/s72-c/Wanted+%2305+%282004%29++%2805%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-5647221355187649689</id><published>2008-09-30T12:24:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:12:05.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Holidays</title><content type='html'>After a frustrating first week of class, the one and only time of the year where some of our fellow country'&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;'en contribute to the happiness of our country arrived, and by that, granting most of us a week's worth of holiday. Quite a lot of stuff happened during this whole week, so I'm gonna break it down so I won't get confused with the timeline. This is gonna be a sipeh long + boring post cause I'm going to be jotting down almost everything I did just to remind myself what I did during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 26th September&lt;/span&gt; - Started as another frustrating day at college. Apparently we have a new lecturer with a very &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pro&lt;/span&gt;-sounding Aussie slang. Before he spoke, I was saying to the others :" Oh no, this guy looks like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;noob&lt;/span&gt;" But then as soon as he spoke, he not only surprised me, but he also managed to get the whole class' attention because of his &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pro&lt;/span&gt;-sounding Aussie slang. The people near me were all sitting up straight attentively like:" You're wrong, he seems like very pro like that". So I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and tried my level best to pay attention to whatever he was about to deliver, hoping that he would prove me wrong. Yet, by the end of the class, everybody had gotten into their usual slouch/ face down on the table position while I was kneeled and forehead on the floor, with my head in my hands (the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ORZ&lt;/span&gt; pose). How could I have doubted myself? Why did I just waste 2 hours of my mind and will power to listen to that gibberish? I knew better than to trust the competence of the lecturers in KBU!&lt;br /&gt;Another lesson learnt in KBU -&lt;br /&gt;1. If it's a horrible slang like Mr Mario, things are what they seem to be (the lecturer really does suck)&lt;br /&gt;2. If it's a very pro slang from the UK or Australia, the lecturer still sucks, and he only went over to the UK or Australia to learn the slang, and did not study there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just grateful that the week of class was over and there was another week of holiday for me. How I wished that studying was like that - 1 week class, 1 week holiday, rather impossible eh? Anyway, later that evening I was actually supposed to meet up with Derrick for some Pak Lang nasi lemak and Klang Jaya fried chicken but we were actually joined by Yz, Eric, Jia Yee, Kc and the legendary Hock. Though Pak Lang wasn't open, we still carried on with the pretty delicious fried chicken. It was gonna be Hock's birthday at the stroke of midnight so Jia Yee and Derrick very seng mok-ly left as it would be more than 5 people if they stayed and that would make Hock a very very angry birthday boy. LOL! (You probably won't get this part if you don't know Hock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty potong-stim because I had to fetch my mom from the airport at 11 p.m. and had to miss the regular 12 a.m. midnight-blowing-cake-thingy. But oh well, at least I knew that my mom was carrying my precious Nike Hyperdunks back for me. If you all haven't knew, I'm a shoe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freak&lt;/span&gt; and I've been craving the "United We Rise" Hyperdunks for some time now (refer to August 19th's post for more info on the hyperdunks). And when my mom told me that her friend actually found it for me after going to 12 stores in the USA, I was extremely thrilled even though I had to wait a couple of months for it to get back. However, halfway through the wait, I got extremely devastated when my mom told me that friend of hers actually threw the box away. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF?!&lt;/span&gt; The box actually can cost up to RM150! Another blow hit me when my mom got news that the shoes were actually a display set, as they were the last pair. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF?!&lt;/span&gt; It's like telling me that my girlfriend is not a virgin on the eve of my wedding! But eventually I still accepted to take the shoe to be my lawfully wedded wife even though it's a display set. Now, Finally the shoe has arrived. When my mom showed it to me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FREAKED THE HELL OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DA-BE-LIU-TEE-EFF!! &lt;/span&gt;It's not the version that I wanted! Now, I don't think many people could empathize with the way I felt, so let me explain it with reference to the previous examples. The shoes are like the girl of my dreams. It took so much effort and time to manage to court her and finally she agreed to marry me. But, on the eve of our wedding night, I found out that she wasn't a virgin. Yet I still carried on with the marriage as I loved her too much and didn't want to lose her. Then after we got married and were ready to get busy (if you know what I mean), it turns out that she is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;transvestite/ah gua&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGH! 哇德发!!&lt;/span&gt; I was crushed inside. I couldn't sleep and spent the whole night thinking of the all the waiting and training I went through just to wear the shoes. All of which were in vain due to my mom's so-called friend. Gone to 12 stores konon, such &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt;. Excuse me for using harsh alphabets but I was really pissed at the thought of paying RM430 for a pair of shoes that I don't even want.&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/_511nJN66Z-I/SOkH19-9X8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/KeJiZU21FGA/s1600-h/hyperdunk08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SOkH19-9X8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/KeJiZU21FGA/s320/hyperdunk08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253739064057487298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hyperdunks 08 version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, 27th September&lt;/span&gt; - Got up from bed early to have breakfast with the guys at the legendary roti canai place and then hung out at my place. The guys left around lunch time and I had a nap before going out to celebrate my mom's birthday at Euro Deli, PJ. Another awkward family outing as my parents are actually not talking to each other. So you can imagine the silence from the drive to the restaurant, while waiting for the food to arrive, during the hasty dinner, and the journey back home. It was so quiet that I thought I could hear crickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, 28th September&lt;/span&gt; - Went for brunch with my mom and bro at the famous Fatty Mee Hoon Kueh. What a friggin' waste of time! It was so crowded and we had to wait for 1 hour before our food arrived. 1 friggin' HOUR! Seriously, how long does it take to make some mee hoon kueh? And from my point of view, I don't think that the mee hoon kueh is all that great and it's definitely not worth waiting 1 hour for it. Played basketball in the evening with the guys. Had a pretty good time as &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Loong Siang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ching Hong&lt;/span&gt; (Sarawak's MVP) were able to join us, coming back from Local U. Been awhile since they last came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SOtsJKPkdtI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XiI7tQ85YN0/s1600-h/DSC00997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SOtsJKPkdtI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XiI7tQ85YN0/s320/DSC00997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254412294882096850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loong Siang + Sarawak's MVP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, 29th September&lt;/span&gt; - Went to Lowyat with Eric, Hock, Cf and Kc because Kc and Hock had some stuff they needed to buy. Cf actually wanted to buy a couple of thumb drives because he accidentally left his friend's thumb drives in his jeans and sent them to the dobi. But thank goodness he managed to salvage them from the dobi before we left for Lowyat. As for me, I wanted to check out a shop in Sungai Wang that sold super rare shoes (according to Cf) but we were unable to find it after searching every single corner of Sungai Wang. At least I managed to find a book to present my mom for her birthday at Gardens, Midvalley, so the trip wasn't a complete waste for me. During our journey, we talked about a lot of stuff. One of the more interesting things we talked about was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Miss KTM&lt;/span&gt;. Cf described her as a person that is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;十全九美&lt;/span&gt;, which means that she's a person that is perfect 9 out of 10. She's beautiful, intelligent, friendly and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TPL&lt;/span&gt;(!!!). Let's guess what the only flaw that she has is. Ready or not, here comes the answer. The only flaw that she has is her useless boyfriend. When we heard that, we were like "Wtf? How can someone like her be with someone like him? Hasn't anybody tried to make her perfect 10 out of 10?" and Cf explained that she has been very loyal to her stupid boyfriend since secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, we sat there, regretting that we did not secure a good girl during our secondaries, as it seems like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mission: Impossible&lt;/span&gt; to get a good girl nowadays.  It's almost like girls were &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Level 5&lt;/span&gt; monsters during secondary - easy to tame, easy to maintain. Now at college, they suddenly metamorphed into &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Level 50&lt;/span&gt; monsters - impossible to defeat, impossible to escape from. Sigh. But I guess I'm the one to be blamed, if they were only Level 5 back then, I was only &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Level 1&lt;/span&gt; during secondary school, knowing nothing about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L.O.V.E&lt;/span&gt;. and clueless about girls. I felt intimidated by them. To me, they were some kind of extra-terrestrial and they would pull out a laser gun and fry me anytime. Maybe that kind of thinking is the reason why I belong to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S.A.D.&lt;/span&gt; group - Single, Alone &amp;amp; Desperate. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, 30th September&lt;/span&gt; - The last day of September, a very sad month for most. Even though this must have been said infinite times, but I really can't believe how fast time passes. I can't believe it has been &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; years since the song " Wake Me Up When September Ends" came out. I can't believe it has been &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; years since the September 11 attacks. I can't believe I'm already &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;. Most of all, I can't believe that just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; years ago we were all sitting for SPM trials together, while now most of us are separated by vast oceans and barely are in touch with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that time passes fast for the hard times I'm about to go through at KBU and slows down whenever I get a chance to be united with friends and family members. Those times are priceless and life would be meaningless without them. I believe that my life isn't about me. It's the lives around me that makes life so wonderful. Even if I died, the loss of my life wouldn't sadden me, but not being able to see the lives around me would. So, for those that are going through hard times, hang in there, never forget that though you're life might not seem much to be happy about, your life is very important to the people around you. Your life is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, no matter how sucky it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, 1st October&lt;/span&gt; - Woke up at the real wee hours to go and fetch my grandmother from the airport. And before I go any further, ever wondered why that time is called the wee hours? Is it because people get up to "wee wee" during that few hours? Anyway, I reached the airport around 4 a.m. with my mom and we waited for my grandmother to come out of the terminal. After some time passed and we still had no sign of grandma coming out, I decided to go and look for her myself. We couldn't contact her because she travelled back from the US alone and she doesn't have a cellphone (brave huh?). Things got pretty anxious when grandma was nowhere to be found. We tried calling security and my grandma's house phone but was to no avail. After searching for about an hour, we finally managed to contact my grandma, and she had already reached home. I couldn't believe it, my mom and I just kena "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;put aeroplane&lt;/span&gt;" (fong fei gei) by a 70 year old lady (So "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;" meh?). So we went back to Klang to tapao some super early bakuteh for my grandma. Turns out that my aunt got me a pair of Nike Basketball shoes. Hmmm, another pair of shoes that I don't want, but thanks anyway. Played basketball again in the evening with Loong Siang, Sarawak's MVP and the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SOkHuqAMK_I/AAAAAAAAAME/cTtGcFZNuMs/s1600-h/Force.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SOkHuqAMK_I/AAAAAAAAAME/cTtGcFZNuMs/s320/Force.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253738938434857970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Air Force that my aunt gave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, 2nd October &lt;/span&gt;- Went for basketball with the guys (again!) in the evening. Then went to Loong Siang's house to shower as we had made some plans for yum-char with SuLian, an old friend of ours which we haven't seen in some time. After that Ls treated me to some dinner as he claimed that it was in his territory. I promised that I would return that treat one day at my territory. So after that we went to the mamak beside Berkeley corner to meet the others (Thuan Shih, Andrew, Tian Yaw, Ching Hong, Sulian, Eric, Yz, and Yl). I saw something very interesting that day. There was this dude wearing a t-shirt that wrote "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Save The Planet&lt;/span&gt;" while the 2 guys sitting beside him was smoking non-stop. I just thought that it was pretty ironic. Speaking of t-shirts with wordings on them, just the other day I saw this t-shirt that almost led me to punching somebody. The t-shirt wrote "God's busy," and then there was a picture of the devil smiling, and the bottom of it wrote "May I help you?". Doesn't a shirt like that just make you wanna punch that guy in the face and say:" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's gonna help you now?&lt;/span&gt;" ? And as I was staring at the shirt, the guy said to me:" What the hell you lookin' at?" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGH!&lt;/span&gt; If my mom wasn't with me I'd smash his glasses into his face! I didn't even bother to answer his question as my answers to this kind of people normally get me into a lot of trouble. The last time someone asked me a question like that, I replied :" I think I'm looking at a dickhead" after that I was pretty famous for awhile, and I didn't enjoy the negative attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 3rd October&lt;/span&gt; - Watched the debate between the USA vice president candidates in the morning and I have to say that the debates they have are 10 times more interesting than the debates we have between Malaysian Government officials. I then had Ni Jia Fried Chicken at Pandamaran with the guys as I wanted to treat Loong Siang back. Spent the remaining of the afternoon watching the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mayday JUMP! Live Dvd &lt;/span&gt;with Jy, Eric and Yz. I and Jy were indulging in reminiscence of the time we went to Mayday's concert in Genting. Those were really great times and I can't wait for the next Mayday concert. Hopefully will get the chance to go watch them perform in Taiwan, as the fans in Malaysia kinda suck, make them no mood to perform. After watching the dvd, Tc came over and we continued talking about the good old times over some food and drinks at my place.&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/_511nJN66Z-I/SOkI0W4jTGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dJ-LvX0s008/s1600-h/Mayday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SOkI0W4jTGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dJ-LvX0s008/s320/Mayday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253740135893388386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Mayday Jump! Live Dvd Cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SOkJmrifPUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/iAVU6GTPYvA/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SOkJmrifPUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/iAVU6GTPYvA/s320/DSC00435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253741000431451458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Mayday Jump! Concert in Genting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, 4th October&lt;/span&gt; - Went to eat at Boon Seng with the guys after basketball (again!). It was supposed to be like a farewell dinner for Ah Hong before he went back. After dinner my bro came back from his trip to Singapore and he got me a pair of Puma sneakers. I was like "What?! Is it my birthday?" because that is the 3rd new pair of shoes I got this week. But he already wore them for a few days and man, they are dirty! So I spent about an hour cleaning those Pumas and my Adidas Superstars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, 5th October&lt;/span&gt; - The last day before I start class again. Woke up and watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Fifth Element&lt;/span&gt; for maybe the 12th time (and I still love it). After that I had another awkward lunch with my family. Nobody spoke a word during the lunch and unfortunately, we went to a place where we had to wait very long for the food to come and damn, it was torturing. As soon as we reached home, the worst happened. My mom decided to break the silence and the caused a big fight. I decided to keep quiet through the whole thing as I just wanted it to end as soon as possible. My brother was pissed with me for not intervening, but I know that it's pointless. Everyone in my family is too stubborn to listen to what I have to say. Though I don't think I am smart, I feel that people just don't get the big picture as well as I do. A lot of people do not judge themselves before judging others. Even more people do not want to take the blame for their mistakes. Most people never forgive, let alone forget. All these hate builds up, and I don't just mean in my household, it's like this everywhere. How I wished that&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt; really makes the world go round. But if it did, I'd be really worried as well, as the world would be like a car running out of petrol (in this case - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;), and eventually the world would come to a stop. Why do humans seek to destroy when they should be saving? Even as the earth dies, sometimes I wonder, what is the point of saving the earth when there are so many inhabitants on the earth that are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; worth saving? They will continue to destroy the earth no matter what and the efforts to save the earth will be of little or no avail. But, then I will think of the things that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; worth saving. And one of the very few things that are worth saving, is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;. It is the key to almost everything in life and nothing begins without &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;. It's hard to explain but just think about it, and you'll get what I mean. Writing this post reminded me of my childhood days. So I'll end it with a video that hopefully will remind you of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6zQgKk3g7Uo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6zQgKk3g7Uo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Make Music, Not War - Mayday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-5647221355187649689?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/5647221355187649689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=5647221355187649689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/5647221355187649689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/5647221355187649689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/09/raya-holidays.html' title='Raya Holidays'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SOkH19-9X8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/KeJiZU21FGA/s72-c/hyperdunk08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-6999697361756404625</id><published>2008-09-25T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:27:17.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Cats and Dogs</title><content type='html'>Almost through with the first week of the new semester and I couldn't wait till the end of the week to tell all of you a story. The first week started off with the lecturers introducing themselves and the courses that they were gonna teach. A first glance at the schedule and the module leaders and I was relieved that there were no Mr. Anand aka Super Mario. I call him that because he looks like Mario with the mustache and when he teaches, I just want to run away real fast, punch boxes, stomp on turtles, collect coins and disappear into a giant pipe, if you know what I mean. However, there were quite a number of unknown lecturers so I was praying that they were at least at a competent level, but I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO SO WRONG&lt;/span&gt;. Out of 8 lecturers, only 1.5 of them made me not want to skip class for the rest of the year, and out of that 1.5 lecturers, 1 of them have not showed up yet. What are the odds, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the useless lecturers reminded me of a story. There was a day when I, Kc, Yz and Tommy went out together. We were eating lunch together at a round table and the seating position was like, Kc was sitting opposite me, while Yz was sitting opposite Tommy. Yz and Tommy were having an intense discussion and I and Kc just couldn't help but laugh at the two of them. If you are like me and know the both of them, you would definitely agree with these facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When Yz talks to me, I only can hear 50% of what he is saying cause of his Jay Chou like slang, and after I interpret it, I get 90% of his meaning.&lt;br /&gt;2. When I talk to Tommy, he hears 100%, then after he interprets it, he only receives 50% of my actual meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you could imagine what it was like for the both of them to communicate with each other. It was like a cat and a dog trying to communicate. Yz was talking to Tommy, Tommy only received 50%,  then after intepretation, he got 10% of Yz's meaning. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to that lecturer of mine, his name is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr Pu&lt;/span&gt;, don't know his full name but I'm guessing that his last name is Ki Mark. I heard from a senior that he talks very softly, so I decided to sit in the first row. What that senior didn't tell me, was that he also has the worst pronunciation known to mankind. Even though he's been teaching for a number of years already, he still speaks like a typical China business man. They somehow mix up all d '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;'s and '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;'s and makes everything &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;plural&lt;/span&gt;. Want any examples? Of course you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Pu:" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;et me ask you all a question&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ets say&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;, you are driving a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lolli&lt;/span&gt; at the speed of 90km/h, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;intefelence&lt;/span&gt; due to the motor&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;will detenuate&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; your&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pelfolmances&lt;/span&gt; of your&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; car&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. How do you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;leduce&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; intefelence&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and looked at the rest of the class, most of them had the same expression on their faces ---&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;@.@&lt;/span&gt;. But I don't blame them, even I who was sitting in the first row was like "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt;". If Yz and Tommy were like cats and dogs, this guy would be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fish&lt;/span&gt; in a pond while we are all humans on the ground. All we can hear from where we're standing are the sound of bubbles rising up to the surface. Bloop bloop or Brrrrrrr, it's up to your imagination. The way he teaches, I hear only 30% of the information he's trying to send out, and after I analyse it, it confuses me more till a point in the end I only understand 15%. By the time the class ended, the average information I registered in my mind without doubt would be around ± 1%. What a waste of not only mine, but everyone else's time! That's friggin' 4 hours a week that I will never get back! I'm already 20 years old, OMG I can't waste anymore of my youth! Somebody shoot him please, the reward will be bountiful. Thanks! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-6999697361756404625?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/6999697361756404625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=6999697361756404625' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/6999697361756404625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/6999697361756404625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-of-cats-and-dogs.html' title='The Story of Cats and Dogs'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-8827867785573318389</id><published>2008-09-22T13:09:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:54:41.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of the 2nd year</title><content type='html'>Didn't post much about last week as I didn't do much, just chilling my last week of holidays out with friends. Today is the first day of class after 4 months of holidays. The 4 months passed in a blink of an eye, and when I reopened my eyes, all I saw was my gloomy future in the still very shitty KBU, which stands for KaninBU College for those who don't know yet.  Checked out my schedule and I think I'm in for a sipeh boring, sipeh stressful, sipeh busy year. Kinda worried for December and January period, as many friends are coming back at the time, hope that I can manage to study for the exams as well as spend time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only happy thing about today was that I just received some photos from SiewYin. Hope she's doing fine over there as today is her first day as well. Wanted to post the pics in the last post but I guess it's pretty occupied by itself. So guess I'll just post them here. These are the pics at Italiannies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc4nmyXttI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DfN2rfGjufo/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc4nmyXttI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DfN2rfGjufo/s320/DSC00175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248726143801472722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KC with pekcek look :" How come got such person sit next to me?! "&lt;br /&gt;YL :"Hocai we didn't sit there, hor? "&lt;br /&gt;Me :" Hocai! But pity KC. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc4t9wNv7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/FsZ9HUfqn4o/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc4t9wNv7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/FsZ9HUfqn4o/s320/DSC00190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248726253045661618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc43DzekQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_RlroxyLU6U/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc43DzekQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_RlroxyLU6U/s320/DSC00191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248726409288782082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Group photo 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :" WTF, Is that Tommy's hand? "&lt;br /&gt;YL :" Yala, aboh? "&lt;br /&gt;YZ :" SI MEH? "&lt;br /&gt;Me :" Eh Tommy is that your hand ar? "&lt;br /&gt;Tommy :" Of course, I'm bringing Chin Loong and Huey Nee together ma! "&lt;br /&gt;Me, YL, YZ and KC :" L P! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc47SfBQ3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/TMY7NrXySPA/s1600-h/DSC00193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc47SfBQ3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/TMY7NrXySPA/s320/DSC00193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248726481948984178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo 2. Yz :" ??? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc5A8QUqvI/AAAAAAAAALE/e2SUhTPk2aA/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc5A8QUqvI/AAAAAAAAALE/e2SUhTPk2aA/s320/DSC00196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248726579060976370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some people wondered what Tommy's 我参你们的吗 post was all about. Here's a short story that emulates what happened. It all started on a day when we were hanging out, we bumped into Tommy and asked him whether he wanted to join us or not. Tommy:" I got plans with Taylorians, but don't forget, 我参你们的吗! " Then he did that pose and slided backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc5Rhez36I/AAAAAAAAALM/RF7GAi__BA0/s1600-h/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc5Rhez36I/AAAAAAAAALM/RF7GAi__BA0/s320/DSC00217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248726863931760546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next time we asked him, "Eh Tommy ai cham us mai? " Tommy:" Eh sorry la cannot, got appointments with my fishies. " Our response:" Kononnya 我参你们的吗! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc5Y9gIRBI/AAAAAAAAALU/iRuamU6tOsI/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc5Y9gIRBI/AAAAAAAAALU/iRuamU6tOsI/s320/DSC00218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248726991712568338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc90B2KwbI/AAAAAAAAALk/0sCIevtuli8/s1600-h/DSC00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc90B2KwbI/AAAAAAAAALk/0sCIevtuli8/s320/DSC00221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248731854781727154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tommy's bag o' fishies. If you watch closely, you can see him drooling. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc-c31zwZI/AAAAAAAAALs/iufeP4QWWjQ/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc-c31zwZI/AAAAAAAAALs/iufeP4QWWjQ/s320/DSC00208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248732556470501778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, SiewYin+Me+            Unknown&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/4254785671669978109-8827867785573318389?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/8827867785573318389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=8827867785573318389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/8827867785573318389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/8827867785573318389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/09/start-of-2nd-year.html' title='Start of the 2nd year'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNc4nmyXttI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DfN2rfGjufo/s72-c/DSC00175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-720404936410799598</id><published>2008-09-15T15:49:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:32:26.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer has come and passed</title><content type='html'>It's been a week since my last post. It's been a pretty busy week with plenty of memories I want to keep. So this is definitely gonna be an extra long post, as it took me more than a day to write it. * Late post due to unavailability of pictures. Will update more photos later as soon as I receive them from SiewYin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10-9-08 , Wednesday -&lt;/span&gt; Went to Aeon with KC and Tommy to get some clothes. We went shopping in Esprit because there was sale going on and I have an extra 20% discount due to my mom's birthday this month. KC bought a pair of pants right after he tried it. As for me, I pretty much tried every pair of trousers in the shop before finding a pair that suited me. And guess what? It was the same pair that KC bought! LOL! And there was some drama inside the shop as I accidentally lost my Esprit card in one of the pants. So we + the shop attendant helped us to pat every pocket in the shop to find the card. I felt pretty guilty, because I caused a lot of trouble to the attendant. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at Tommy's for the night because I was conned to go to HP center with him the next day. The way he said it sounded so simple :" Hey Chris, tommorrow wanna go Midvalley? We just going for lunch with YZ, then go HP center awhile, then go Midvalley shopping awhile then can come home d." But it turned out to be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sipeh stressful&lt;/span&gt; day for me, more elaboration in the next paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11-9-08, Thursday -&lt;/span&gt; The day started pretty OK, lunch with YZ, then YZ took us to HP center. But things started to go downhill from there onwards, all because Tommy didn't know the directions to Midvalley and he insisted on trusting his phone gps system. Even starting the journey took half an hour because he didn't want to move without setting up the gps. And before that, when YZ was giving him directions to Midvalley, Tommy kept saying :" Yalaa~ I know la I know la", so I trusted Tommy, even though I did not understand 50% of what YZ was saying. So we were finally on the road after Tommy found Midvalley on his phone, with the help of KC, of course. I've only took that way to Midvalley once before, so kinda remembered some bits and parts of it with the help of YZ's 50% of directions. So we were going down the road, Tommy still having no idea where he was going, I saw a Bangsar roadsign and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; told him to turn left, but he didn't believe me! He was like:" Yameh? Sure Boh? I remember last time is not like this wan leh". KC:" You want us go to Holland is it?!" and when he finally came to his senses and trusted me, he made a 90 degrees turn in heavy traffic and I almost wouldn't be here blogging anymore. After we survived that turn, I was starting to get annoyed. I figured it would be the best idea to keep silent when he asked me for directions, and only tell him where to go at the last second, or else he will keep doubting me and eventually endanger our lives and emotional health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy:" Chris, where to turn ar? I really duno le..."&lt;br /&gt;Me:" ......."&lt;br /&gt;Tommy:" Gonna reach the junction d le.... Faster say le"&lt;br /&gt;Me:" ........."&lt;br /&gt;Tommy:" AT THE JUNCTION D... I DUNO HOW TO GO LE... HOW?! "&lt;br /&gt;I say softly:" Turn left"&lt;br /&gt;Tommy turns left, all is peaceful,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;great success&lt;/span&gt;. After tons of last minute directions, we reached Midvalley safely. Nothing much to say about the trip in Midvalley, but there is a few pictures that are worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNJg_op6hpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MUZTU76vvwY/s1600-h/DSC00881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNJg_op6hpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MUZTU76vvwY/s320/DSC00881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247363162201294482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only camera that caught me stealing the hyperdunks off someone who doesn't need it as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNJhKqN8I5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ffn2gS1Kb4w/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNJhKqN8I5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ffn2gS1Kb4w/s320/DSC00880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247363351599391634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess who is inside the cubicle? None other than Tommy. He told us he needed to water the plants but didn't tell us that he had to apply fertilizer to them as well and we ended up waiting outside for him for God knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12-9-08, Friday -&lt;/span&gt; It was Siew Yin's + Tommy's farewell gathering. I started the day with breakfast with a very special friend. We've known each other since primary, but only became good friends during secondary. Haven't seen her for some time, but still enjoy her company a lot. After that, went to Sunway Pyramid's Red Box with Tommy, SiewYin, Yl, Yz, Tc, Kc, Shian, Cl, HueyNee, and Joo. I will never forget how Yz sang &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;落叶归根&lt;/span&gt;, I don't think anyone will! (LOL Yz mai dulan!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNJoZe1juzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sLED_LF8V3w/s1600-h/12092008717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNJoZe1juzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sLED_LF8V3w/s320/12092008717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247371302823770930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It soon reached dinner and we initially wanted to have Chillis, but due to my bad memory, we went to TGIF but it was fully booked, so finally we settled for Italiannies. The food wasn't very satisfying but we had a great time overall. Sadly, there won't be another outing together with Tommy and SiewYin in a long long time, hopefully it won't be the last and the next one will come soon. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNJ3w2zy4pI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aCpiw-GHkPM/s1600-h/12092008743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNJ3w2zy4pI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aCpiw-GHkPM/s320/12092008743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247388197070234258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   Tommy's infamous Wo Chan Ni Men De Ma 我参你们的吗 pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13-9-08, Saturday -&lt;/span&gt; Was a very tiring day for me. It was Siew Moon's birthday and I called her during midnight but got her voice mail. Left a message and went to bed as I had to wake up at 5 a.m. the next morning to send my bro to the airport as he's going on a holiday with his gf. My cell rang in the middle of the night. Thinking that it was my alarm, I went and off it. But instead, it was a phone call from an unknown number, at 2 a.m.? I hesitated before answering it, but thank goodness I answered it in time, as it was Siew Moon! As I was really blur, I just wished her before dosing off to sleep again, promising to call her later. So I sent my bro to the airport, then came back and had breakfast with my dad, and went to do grocery shopping. We went and bought 2 weeks worth of food, because according to my bro, things are gonna get pretty messy with our government soon, so it's better to stock up on some food. Better safe than sorry, I guess. After shopping, got a call from Tommy, asking me to accompany him to HP center again. Despite knowing that it'll probably be another stressful occassion but decided to tag along, since it was his last day in Malaysia for this year and I don't want him to get lost and be unable to go back to India. So I went home, called Siew Moon and had a good chat with her before going to HP center with Tommy, KC, and YL. And true enough, I think that if I didn't go along, Tommy would definitely get lost in PJ. And to make things worse, HP center does not open on weekends. So Tommy's laptop will be stuck in Msia while he flies back to India. But no worries, since Tommy has backup laptops, he can use another one in the mean time. Carrying on, we went to Old Klang Road to pick up some stuff before going back to Klang to have some very &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JENG&lt;/span&gt; wantan mee and cendol Klang. Hope Tommy enjoyed his last meal in Klang as much as we did. After having that late lunch, I went to a mooncake festival party/ gathering in Chia Nee's house. Very guilty that I couldn't go and send Tommy off as I had already promised ZJ and CN that I will go. Tommy's mom made me even more guilty as she bombarded me with a lot of "BOH XIM"s when i called Tommy. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry Tommy!&lt;/span&gt; Will send you off the next time! Back to the party, it was pretty fun mixing with people from my old class, as well as CN's classmates from Monash. We even played lanterns together and messed with kids + families in Setia Eco Park. Got back home around 1 a.m. and felt very &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; out of the sudden. So many friends already left Msia, another just left, and another dear friend was leaving the next day. Felt an urge to call and talk to SiewYin like we used to quite often in our secondary days but sadly she was already asleep. Guess it had to wait till the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNKDlHsJ47I/AAAAAAAAAKM/KGnygB8M1jM/s1600-h/DSC02631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNKDlHsJ47I/AAAAAAAAAKM/KGnygB8M1jM/s320/DSC02631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247401189582693298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     Why is everyone posing with the Down syndrome kid in black?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNKGHeVOUnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QY9L5V68fEM/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNKGHeVOUnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QY9L5V68fEM/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247403978799338098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been a long time since we played with lanterns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNJ5wUU1FbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5vxU1PDLrzI/s1600-h/13092008758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNJ5wUU1FbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5vxU1PDLrzI/s320/13092008758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247390386836805042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tommy the king of fishermen at the airport. So busy getting calls from his fishies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14-9-08, Sunday - &lt;/span&gt;It was a really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sipeh emo&lt;/span&gt; day for me. Couldn't find a chance to talk to SY before she left. And when we went to the airport to send her off, we felt so out of place, so negligible there. Her family and college friends came as well. When we first arrived, she was bonding with her college mates, so we waited at a side for our turn. Then she went over to chat with her family. But after that she suddenly turned from her family and picked up her stuff, waved and said to us:" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey I'm going already&lt;/span&gt;". It stunned me, I looked at the time, she still had more than an hour before her flight takes off. I didn't care about the reason why she wanted to go in so early. All I was trying to do was thinking of the things I wanted to say to her, it was on my mind the whole night before but I couldn't even muster a syllable at the moment. Realising that there wasn't much time left, I extended my hand to shake hers and said:" So i guess this is it, huh?" This is where she completely threw me off guard. She put down her luggage, and gave me a hug. I was touched, I was sad, and again, I was stunned. As we embraced, tears were forming in my eyes, I was lost for words, I wanted to tell her that she was a very dear friend of mine, I wanted to tell her to take care of herself and that she'll always have a friend to rely on if she needs one, I wanted to ask her whether she remembered the things we used to talk about, the dreams we shared,  the promises we made. Most of all, I wanted to tell her that I will miss her. Instead, I said the stupidest thing ever. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Jiayou jiayou"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGH! OMG!&lt;/span&gt; I wished that somebody had taken a gun and shot me there and then. What a fool I made of myself. She was going to study, not the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olympics!&lt;/span&gt; It all happened so fast, and before I knew it, we were already waving goodbye to her while she made her way down the escalator. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;, SiewYin. Words could not express the sadness and guilt that I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        最想拥抱的不是自己的爱人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                       那种感觉很微妙        不可解    - 五月天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNKKpunp-iI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iGkIbfXwUB8/s1600-h/DSC00883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNKKpunp-iI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iGkIbfXwUB8/s320/DSC00883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247408965333678626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only pic I have at the moment. Updates coming soon.&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/4254785671669978109-720404936410799598?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/720404936410799598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=720404936410799598' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/720404936410799598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/720404936410799598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-has-come-and-passed.html' title='Summer has come and passed'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SNJg_op6hpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MUZTU76vvwY/s72-c/DSC00881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-2299971119436567338</id><published>2008-09-09T01:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T02:37:55.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is running out</title><content type='html'>Wasted the whole day fixing my computer because it refused to boot up today. Might be because I formatted the D drive yesterday. Did not backup my stuff so I decided to install windows on D drive, so i could throw all my stuff from C into D and then format C but I was so so wrong. But I only found out after a whole day of reinstalling my stuff. Now both drives can't be formatted and I have insufficient hard disk space. Doh! Guess I just have to bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a class gathering + Chia Nee's birthday celebration last Saturday at Centro. Did not expect that she would show up, but she did! I was pretty early reaching the venue so I was standing there waiting for people to show up and there she was. The sight of her melted my heart. Tried to say hi to her but she avoided eye contact. And when I finally caught her eye and waved, she didn't even fake a smile but merely lifted a palm. She made it clear that she did not want to have anything to do with me anymore so I respected that. But it was awfully awkward as people knew that we weren't speaking to each other, so the gathering was kinda splitted into two groups. But still had a pretty good time catching up with some of the people from my old class, just wished more people could show up next time. Here are photos of those who attended that day and a solo picture with me and the birthday gal - Chia Nee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SMVoUgiIgAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8IeKEyx18O4/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SMVoUgiIgAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8IeKEyx18O4/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243712042682580994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SMVotpRLAfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wxIkkkkHmnw/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SMVotpRLAfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wxIkkkkHmnw/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243712474524090866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went for a movie and another sipeh boring dinner with Tommy the next day which was Sunday. We watched Money Still No Enough. It was actually pretty good, funny and touching. I give it 4 stars and recommend anybody who like kpkb comedy to watch it. And while I was at the dinner, I had a lot of time to think things through. As I was wasting time at the dinner, time was gonna have its revenge. Sad to say, another few of my friends are leaving Malaysia this week, Siew Yin my dear is going off to Birmingham, Kai Feng my dai lou is going off to Scotland, Tommy my fishing teacher is going back to India. Not much more time to spend with them, but I wish them a blessed journey and pray that they won't forget me no matter what course in life we adventure into. They will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SMVuUT4GP4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/QTnwEFPXWNM/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SMVuUT4GP4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/QTnwEFPXWNM/s320/DSC00731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243718636354813826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SMVuosvoJbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nGe7bSrH7iY/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SMVuosvoJbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nGe7bSrH7iY/s320/DSC00238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243718986627556786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       Siew Yin acting cute  &amp;amp; Kai Feng doing what he does best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Tommy, what he does best, can be shown through the frustration and speechlessness in this photo. See someone like this, and you know he's nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SMVwXt7rD-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/AxV-D0bCXbs/s1600-h/DSC00989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SMVwXt7rD-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/AxV-D0bCXbs/s320/DSC00989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243720893911994338" 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/4254785671669978109-2299971119436567338?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/2299971119436567338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=2299971119436567338' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/2299971119436567338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/2299971119436567338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-is-running-out.html' title='Time is running out'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SMVoUgiIgAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8IeKEyx18O4/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-4380366367512891724</id><published>2008-09-03T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:21:19.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of somebody else' mind</title><content type='html'>Woke up today around noon to find that there was no lunch at home today. So I decided to call up Tommy and Kc to see whether they wanted to have lunch. KC:" Ok sure! But I need Tommy to fetch me" Tommy:" Let me sleep awhile more, later go eat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK fine. So while waiting for them to come over, I spent the afternoon chatting while downloading some And1 mixtape vids since its been awhile since I've seen some mind boggling, ankle breakin' moves. I had a very interesting time talking to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chia Nee&lt;/span&gt;. Has been awhile since I saw her online so we caught up. I always thought that she was the most innocent and pleasant person that I've ever known but today I learnt a very interesting thing about her. She is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; racist. There are a lot of racists in our country but I never thought that she would be one. The thing she said to me really drove me banana sandwich! I couldn't stop laughing when I saw what she wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when she asked me when am I gonna get a facebook account (which she does everytime we chat).  I said that I am too lazy to keep track of it so I just rather stick with an inactive friendster account. Then this is where she said:" u know wat? i feel tat friendster is like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;corrupted&lt;/span&gt;....." When I asked her why, she replied:" coz got melayu&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; version... i feel so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BABI&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt; Citizens of Malaysia always link government officials with corruption, but this is too much! When I told her how creative I thought she was, she said:" What is so funny? I'm serious! Must got some malays who play frenster but their english &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;, so they bribe the friendster to create a malay version for them!! " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt; So I went on to explained to her that maybe that version was made for people from Indonesia as they do not use English much over there. Her response made me roar out in laughter:" Oh no wonder the indonesian-chinese in Monash all speak malay. So sien, make me feel tat i am in a out-dated country!! Coz I hear malay....more than eng... wth!! I really hope Malaysia improves, or not next time i'm gonna move to China!" That really makes me wanna say, and you all can say it with me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DA-BE-LIU-TEE-EFF!&lt;/span&gt; HAHA, she doesn't fail to amuse me everytime I chat with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so hungry that I thought I was gonna get gastric and admitted into a hospital any minute. Waited for four hours till I suddenly received an sms from Tommy:" You go eat ba, no need wait for me" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;heou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;hii &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;oon Tommy, don't know how to tell earlier ar? I don't have food reserves one ok? I'm not a friggin' camel. Gonna go make myself some food and get admitted into hospital so I'm signing off for now. Thanks Tommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking news:&lt;br /&gt;Tommy sms-ed me:" Hey later dinner at 7pm ok? "&lt;br /&gt;Me:" I can't go, I got gastric from waiting for you"&lt;br /&gt;Tommy:" Oh shit, then nvm la"&lt;br /&gt;Me:" ................................ " *WTF*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-4380366367512891724?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/4380366367512891724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=4380366367512891724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/4380366367512891724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/4380366367512891724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/09/piece-of-somebody-else-mind.html' title='A piece of somebody else&apos; mind'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-6798373489519407051</id><published>2008-08-31T15:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T03:15:44.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptiness</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be a sipeh emo post. I advise you all to avoid reading this post as I just wanted to leave it in my archives for remembrance of my particular feelings today. Had so many other nice stuff to share with all of you but something happened that left me just empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've made sacrifices for others. As long as others were happy I did not mind losing a future that I was promised and going through hardship. But, what if that cause was lost and the sacrifices could no longer be reversed? What if the people you sacrificed for eventually decided they had to sacrifice for you, or rather sacrifice you and left the picture suddenly? All that's left will be helplessness after knowing you did your best, but still failed. Everything I lived for suddenly came to a dead end or a crossroad that might lead to a dead end. I can't be certain when it might happen but I had a chance to see the near future today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the hardest things to do is to console a heartbroken person when you're even more broken than that person. Even more when that person is the bringer of the suffocating truth, taking away every breath of air as the person speaks. I was dizzy without air, nose and throat blocked by fluids of different kinds, eyes blinded by tears, and all I could hear was my heart banging at my chest, pumping hard strokes of blood through my veins, emotions gushing out wildly, disturbing the regular routine of my body. I could not stand it and tried to escape to my room. What seemed like hours of nightmares and drowning, I woke up dazed on the cold hard floor of my room, wondering whether I passed out or was dreaming. Sadly, after I gathered myself, it was all clear that it wasn't a dream. Spent the rest of the day thinking about the foresight I saw, embracing the dead end as it comes. And though there is no point worrying about something until it arrives, at least I can prepare for it emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's special how things are all related. The next day came and I was feeling better, maybe because the worst hasn't struck but I couldn't help but wonder, how come other people can't be the same like me, the way I wake up the next day and try to leave all the unhappy things behind me. Instead, some people are full of vengeance, engulfed in their own sadness and hatred. While thinking about this, I began to relate how people are so busy with their own lives, own emotions, that they can't seem to care about others, or the earth, for that matter. Some people are already having a tough time getting things to go the right way for them that they don't bother to go through the hassle of taking into consideration the welfare of others or the environment around them. It is troublesome for them to even put in a little effort to do the little things that can make a difference in other people's lives or the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people in this world actually have good lives? So when you're having a sucky day, do not take it out on the people around you. Instead, try to be nice to everybody, because you'll never know whether the people around you are having a worse day than you and the little nice things that you do might just make them see the brighter side of life. I always look at life and wonder, is there anyway that I can make my life on earth worth it? Even if i don't make my mark in history, I want to at least touch people, at least be remembered for the little good that I have done. Never waste any opportunity you get to do good because you'll never know what impact you'll leave in people's lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-6798373489519407051?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/6798373489519407051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=6798373489519407051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/6798373489519407051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/6798373489519407051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/08/emptiness.html' title='Emptiness'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-3230037107129603400</id><published>2008-08-29T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T04:28:53.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banyak Pattern Week</title><content type='html'>Having a pretty good week so far. Don't really remember what I did on Monday, but went for breakfast and a movie on Tuesday. We watched Wall-E, a really good film which hopefully would give people insight on what will happen if we don't start doing our part to save the earth. And if you watch the movie, you might see Tommy or Cheng Fong in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SLblXq1bW2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/i9gDMS1lmOU/s1600-h/Wall-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SLblXq1bW2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/i9gDMS1lmOU/s320/Wall-E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239627411290282850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then on Tuesday night we went to TC's house to give him a surprise for his birthday. We had to do it that night because he the next day was booked by his girlfriend. So we brought the cake to the outside of his house but we did not know how to get him down. And the dogs in the neighbourhood weren't being helpful at all. I think they woke the whole neighbourhood up except for TC. In the end we had no choice but to call him up and ask him to open the door. Not much of a surprise there though, hope he still enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today we went for a dinner organized by Tommy's mom at Restoran Taman Rashna. She booked the whole restaurant and gave us a table, which was very nice of her. It seemed like we were gonna be 'kelefe's at the dinner but we were so so wrong. Because we were following Tommy's car, we arrived at the restaurant VIP style. He actually had a parking spot reserved for him right at the entrance of the restaurant. And there were people lining up at the entrance just waiting to welcome us in. The thing that made it more embarassing was when we got down from his car, there were photographers taking pictures of us. So we tried to rush into the restaurant ASAP to avoid all the unwanted attention, but we were stopped to get our autographs. Can you believe that?! I was so wrong about you Tommy, you really are famous! I better take your autograph and frame it up or I'll regret it later! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the dinner, we had a pretty fun time. The food was quite good and it's been quite a long time since 10 of us gathered at a table and talked the whole night. And the Yum Sengs were really fun. Can't wait till the day our friends get married and attend their wedding dinners. What joy would that be, being able to share the happiest moments of our friends' lives. I wished that i could guarantee that we won't lose touch with our friends but it's inevitable that some of us might drift away. Hope we all will not lose touch, as great things are still to be done together. I often dream about opening a gigantic company with my friends as all of us are of different fields, enabling us to share our expertise and conquer each areas of possible business opportunities. Hopefully this dream of mine can come true. Hopefully we will all meet back after our studies to continue our great journey in life, sharing the joys and pains together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better sign off now, got a full day of activity ahead of me tomorrow. Gonna kick the day off with dimsum in the morning, then head to sunway to go for EMERGE KL 2008. Hope it's gonna be an awesome one this year and I pray that my friends will enjoy it, instead of getting put-off by it. Good night people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-3230037107129603400?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/3230037107129603400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=3230037107129603400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/3230037107129603400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/3230037107129603400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/08/banyak-pattern-week.html' title='Banyak Pattern Week'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SLblXq1bW2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/i9gDMS1lmOU/s72-c/Wall-E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-6947687599834117144</id><published>2008-08-25T02:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T03:58:24.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the Beijing Olympics</title><content type='html'>The 2008 Beijing Olympics closing ceremony was held just a few hours ago. Wasn't very fancy but it was still kinda cool to the best Olympics ever held so far. I'm Very proud to be given the chance to witness great people like Michael Phelps and Usain Bolt make history. Michael Phelps is currently the king of swimming as he holds the record of most gold medals per Olympiad, which is 8. Usain Bolt broke 3 records in the 3 events he participated in, the 100m, 200m and 100m relay. Watching him run is just amazing and I can only wish that I could be half as great as him or Phelps. Here's a parody of him which really got me laughing non stop. Hope you all enjoy it as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zzSpPaCIG0g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zzSpPaCIG0g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the USA team redeem themselves was also very memorable. I can't imagine how famous Kobe Bryant is around the world. He is the most recognizable athlete around the world. When people saw him walking on the streets of Beijing, they started chanting his name and the police had to get him out of there because he was creating a traffic jam of people! Can you imagine that? And because of the popularity of basketball, the chinese government built &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;60,000 &lt;/span&gt;basketball courts in China this year, planning to build another few hundred thousand courts around China. If only Msia's government were so supportive on sports, we wouldn't end up having only 1 medal in the history of Msia in the Olympics. And I can't believe that Lee Chong Wei got his Dato-ship for getting only a silver medal. WTF? I don't see China giving out 100+ Dato-ships after an Olympiad. That just shows how low the standards are over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were still fired up with the Olympic spirit, we decided to end the day with a Gold Medal Meal in McD. Got another cup, this time its the one with the swimming logo on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SLG0Y_GX0HI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MEa2j_WYkfs/s1600-h/free_cokeglass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SLG0Y_GX0HI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MEa2j_WYkfs/s320/free_cokeglass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238166182956617842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SLG39ASFh1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/v04TWxV5A9s/s1600-h/double-spicy-chicken-mcdeluxe.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SLG39ASFh1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/v04TWxV5A9s/s320/double-spicy-chicken-mcdeluxe.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238170100284360530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had McD 2 days in a row already. I am actually still sick but after eating porridge for 1 whole week I suddenly craved for a hearty meal yesterday and decided to get a Double Spicy Chicken Mcdeluxe Set.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AND IT WAS GODLIKE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It really hit the spot!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;It made me cough all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;night but it was worth it. I really hope the Double stays for good and isn't some kind of limited time only kinda thing cause it is DA BOMB! For those who have not got the chance to try it, I urge you to hurry and get one or you will regret it for the rest of your lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having my dinner yesterday night with Da Boss, Shaun, and Chin Lit and it was only yesterday that I knew that Chin Lit has had so many girlfriends! He makes me seem like a total loser, which I kinda agree to. In my books, he now has the Gold Medal in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;spanar.ing&lt;/span&gt;. Kudos to that! Another new thing I learnt is that Shaun's favourite way to greet people during secondary was "See LJ arh?" LOL! Good thing he did not use that on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time for me to sign off and continue a whole night of coughing. G'nite people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-6947687599834117144?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/6947687599834117144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=6947687599834117144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/6947687599834117144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/6947687599834117144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-beijing-olympics.html' title='The End of the Beijing Olympics'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SLG0Y_GX0HI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MEa2j_WYkfs/s72-c/free_cokeglass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-9013993319689753523</id><published>2008-08-22T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T03:50:29.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One World, Many Dreams, Zero Consideration</title><content type='html'>Finally getting better from food poisoning but still having a tough time sleeping. I'm not really sure about what's causing me to be unable to inhale using my mouth at night, as doing so will cause me to cough non stop. I blame the air quality. Seems like the haze around my area has become worse till there were warnings, urging people not to go out at night. Did some research and found out that the air quality in some places of the world are so bad that they could worsen asthma and even cause asthma to those who do not have them. I remember last time when I was in primary, nobody had asthma in my class, and only a few in the whole school had it. Now, it seems that at least 30% of kids have asthma and the rate is increasing each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sad with the direction that our world is heading into. Not only with the global warming issues and decrease in air quality, but at the absence of moralities that should be shown by humans as well. Not many people know that there actually is a war going on between Russia and Georgia at the moment. What happened to the cause of the Olympics? One World, One Dream, living with each other in peace and harmony? While everybody was busy tuning into the Olympics, Russia was bombing Georgia who wanted Russia to acknowledge Georgia's independence. Georgia responded back by bombing the villages in Russia, hurting countless innocent people. And when Poland disagreed with the way Russia was doing things, Russia threatened to use nuclear power against Poland if they did not mind their own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sick, I watched a documentary named the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;11th Hour&lt;/span&gt;. The documentary is about earth now being at its 11th hour, 59th minute and 59th second and mankind is running out of time to save it. The documentary opened my eyes to how sick the world really is and the illness that was plaguing the earth, was us, the humans that lived on it. It is said that the earth seen from outer space at night is no longer dark, but you can see little lights on the earth, making it look like an organism which has infections around its body. We are like bacteria, overpopulated and sucking the earth dry of its nutrients. And what happens when the earth runs out of nutrients? There are no other organisms we can just pack up and leave to, as the earth is the perfect and most livable place that God put us in. Just that we did not consider the outcomes of our actions and unaware that our selfish acts will be the death of our home and eventually, us. Everyone out there is just concerned with making a quick buck that they forget that they are killing the earth that actually is doing the most work for us, for free. Scientists found out that the work that the earth does for us every year like providing oxygen, purifying water through trees and returning them in the form of springs, food from the ocean, etc equals to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;$3,000,000,000,000&lt;/span&gt; which is more  than the gross profit earned by everyone in this planet. I wonder how are we gonna that amount of money when the earth is no longer able to do the work it does for us right now. Which would you prefer the future earth to be? A barren wasteland, an ice world or a water world? Because at the current rate we are going, those 3 are the most probable cases. And I remind you, those aren't some kind of new theme park names. There's a big difference with the water world I mean and the water world with slides and rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this post will promote some awareness about the earth's current condition. I for one certainly do not want to see my children growing up in a world where everybody has to wear oxygen masks or have to take medication to stay alive. It's up to our generation to clean up the mess that the elder generations created. Many people think its a burden, but we have to think of it as a chance to create history, change the way things are done and make  the world a better place to live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-9013993319689753523?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/9013993319689753523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=9013993319689753523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/9013993319689753523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/9013993319689753523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-world-many-dreams-zero.html' title='One World, Many Dreams, Zero Consideration'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-7697842439574774201</id><published>2008-08-19T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:27:22.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sipeh Sick</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging for some time now. Had the worst case of diarrhea in my whole lifetime. Was vomiting and purging endlessly. The only way I can describe how serious it was, is at the end of the day, my butt-hole hurt more than my stomach. I even slimmed down a few kilos because I did not have any appetite. No jokes here, bad things happen to good people. And while I was resting in bed, I received a wake-up call to watch LinDan vs Lee Chong Wei. Contemplating whether I should gather my strength to get off my belly to watch the match (I had to sleep on my belly because my arse was super sore), I finally decided to get up and watch it, being curious about the hype going on about our country's hope at making history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my honest opinion, he did make history, history of being the biggest blowout in Olympic Finals history. I was grateful that it ended so fast, because my stomach was killing me. In retrospect, few days before the match, I told everyone that LinDan was gonna SCHOOL LCW but everyone said that I wasn't being patriotic and they will still stand by LCW. They didn't seem to understand that it wasn't about being patriotic or not and don't get me wrong, I do hope Msia gets her first gold medal but I just don't think they can win through badminton, especially at China. I even heard that someone's dad placed a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RM2000&lt;/span&gt; bet that LCW would win and I was like:" AW, bet with me ma! Easy money who don't want?" I was telling Tommy the other day about the home crowd advantage and also the advantage in LinDan's physique but he just replied me:" Chris, my sex sense tells me that LCW's gonna win this. And my sex sense rarely wrong wan! " My thoughts:" Sex sense? What are u his gay partner or something?" Well, too bad I was too sick to call those ppl up to give them a big I TOLD U SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that made me laugh was when LinDan won the match and started celebrating. He was throwing his shoes to the crowd and my mom was saying:" Hey, y is he throwing his shoes? Very pantang wan le!" The first thing that came to my mind was Lindan shouting :" D1u lei geh h@i" to the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lot of time to think about stuff while I was trying to fall asleep at night. I didn't know what came over me but I couldn't stop thinking about getting a pair of new kicks. And they aren't just normal shoes, they're the best pair of basketball shoes in the world, at the moment, that is. Almost every player of every team in the Olympics are wearing them - The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hyper Dunk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SKm5TZTqthI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uJrnJTS4c7A/s1600-h/nike-hyperdunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SKm5TZTqthI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uJrnJTS4c7A/s320/nike-hyperdunk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235919784656942610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lines at the side of the shoe are actually Nike’s 'Fly Wire" technology, Vectran fibers, which are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; five&lt;/span&gt; times stronger than steel and never lose their strength while the sole is made of Lunar Foam, a material developed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NASA&lt;/span&gt;. That's right, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NASA&lt;/span&gt;!! Even by reading about the technology implanted into these shoes can make me drool. But I feel so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PAI GA&lt;/span&gt;!  Maybe I'll only get these when my Lebron 4s give way. And hope the USA colorways aren't sold out, heard there are only 2008 pairs available for each country's colorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off for now, need to get enough rest... Good Night People!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-7697842439574774201?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/7697842439574774201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=7697842439574774201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/7697842439574774201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/7697842439574774201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/08/sipeh-sick.html' title='Sipeh Sick'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SKm5TZTqthI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uJrnJTS4c7A/s72-c/nike-hyperdunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-3562359624372632018</id><published>2008-08-14T23:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T02:08:16.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile =)</title><content type='html'>Well, Tommy's pissed about me blogging about him plagiarising stuff from my blog. Met up with him yesterday and today and there's so many stuff he said that makes me wanna friggin' write about him but have....... to....... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt;..... the urge........... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Must&lt;/span&gt;........ stop.......... flaming........ Tommy...........!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied YZ to Aeon yesterday coz he said he wanted to buy some clothes. But in the end the only person who bought anything was Tommy. He bought a couple of Piano-Notes-Books and when we were reading through it we were all complaining about the song choices. Personally I hated few of the songs he chose like 为你写诗 by Kenji Wu and songs by 5566. We all said that songs like those are of the 童话 kind which are songs used to con/scam girls. And here's the highlight of the day,&lt;br /&gt;Tommy:" Yala... I always use them to bluff girls wan! Nice! "&lt;br /&gt;KC, Me, YZ :" ..........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no more about Tommy. Control!&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday ended with me and KC emo.ing till 4 in the morning. We talked about our future jobs, our future wives &amp;amp; kids, our current dilemmas, etc. We even included Uncle Choon, Uncle Tommy, and Uncle Leong. LOL! I can't share the details here though, because I have to try to CONTROL! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up just in time to catch the upsetting volleyball match of Brazil vs Russia which was about noon. We then went for lunch with Tommy (Again!) and though he said some more 'interesting' stuff that makes me wanna jam down on my keyboard, again I have to control myself. And when we got back to my place, I watched KungFu Panda and Hancock (both for the second time) with them. After they left, I continued my tv watching spree with the basketball game of USA vs Greece and Croatia vs Argentina and I must say that the USA vs Greece game was the best game I've seen so far in the Olympics. I enjoyed it so much that my mom rushed into the tv room every 2 minutes checking whether I was okay because of all the loud "OWH!" and "HOLY SHIT" sounds that I was making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SKRnAnK36SI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3jKVL2JKtAs/s1600-h/BK1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SKRnAnK36SI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3jKVL2JKtAs/s320/BK1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234421927123609890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm ending my day by surfing the net looking for a new emo song to play on my blog since Tommy COPIED my song and some other stuff on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emo Part for the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"If love is true, pain is never a reason to let go. I may say goodbye but my love will always be there with you"&lt;/span&gt; -- the voice of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody noticed that there are broken hearts all over everywhere you go? You can feel the pieces they leave on the streets, on their faces, photos, even in their words. It is a sad sad world we are living in but we all must remember to brighten up people's lives, even for a little bit at any chance we get. Don't forget to Smile, people ! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-3562359624372632018?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/3562359624372632018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=3562359624372632018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/3562359624372632018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/3562359624372632018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-world-one-tommy.html' title='Smile =)'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SKRnAnK36SI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3jKVL2JKtAs/s72-c/BK1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-7223979551352722898</id><published>2008-08-13T08:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:06:44.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sipeh Emo Morning turns Sipeh Ironic</title><content type='html'>This is kind of the sequel to No Means Yes which was my last post. I find this story as amusing and educational as the last story so hope you guys have the patience to go through it. =)&lt;br /&gt;You all might know by now that I like to start off with a little background, show the setting of the story, getting yall in the mood before getting into the plot, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked out almost whole of yesterday. Might be due to the Olympic spirit, but i think it's mostly because I was already done with my usual sets of exercises, then my mom forced me to go to the gym with her because she's so self conscious and do not want to go alone. So i figured, since I'm there, might as well make the most of it. Was so friggin' tired but still caught up with the USA vs Angola, Germany vs Greece and Argentina vs Australia match.  The USA vs Angola match was a blowout of course, but I love watching blowout matches by the USA team because of the spectacular dunks and alley-oops. After watching the matches I was dead tired, but still do the usual pgl.ing like replying messages, chatting awhile, checking mail, etc till it was quite late before sleeping. *For those who do not know what is pgl, it stands for pi gao lan, a very commonly used phrase to describe wasting time. For more info ask the pgl king, Fei Hai aka Cheng Fong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I went to bed pretty early (for me) which was around 2am, I just couldn't find the right feeling to fall asleep and was tossing around the whole night. You know, doing the usual rituals to try and fall asleep, covering and not covering with blanket, changing pillows/directions, blinking/ counting sheep to get bored, etc till I finally slept. BUT, I actuallly woke up at 7 and was unable to sleep again. I was thinking, somebody must be cursing me and I made my way down to make some breakfast. Even the french toast that I made for myself ended up becoming half-burnt! And at this point I was starting to get frustrated + emo, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHO THE FORK&lt;/span&gt; is cursing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the interesting part, I was having my semi-burnt breakfast while checking my blog for comments. At first I was pretty pleased to see that quite a number of people actually enjoyed the last story. Thanks everybody for taking the time to drop by my blog! BUT, the inevitable came as you can see in the chat box: Tommy did come and read it. No wonder the guys told me that Tommy didn't want to Dota yesterday. His msn personal message even writes "Blogging Day". He was renovating his previously dead blog! He was out for revenge! He was the one who was cursing me! So I went and checked out his blog and my expression was, you all have to say it with me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D-A B-E L-I-U T-E-E E-F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;You all can check it out and tell me what's so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;educational + ironic&lt;/span&gt; part. Upon seeing his blog, I remembered reading about something on plagiarism recently in &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xiaxue's Blog&lt;/a&gt;. So I went and checked it out. I was scrolling down her blog and when i found it I was really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LAUGHING MY EMO ASS OFF!&lt;/span&gt; I'm not gonna post it here because I would be plagiarising as well and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Plagiarism is tantamount to stealing&lt;/span&gt;. All I can say is that the post was from July 26, 2008 and try to look out for examples of plagiarism. I'm sure you all will have a friggin good laugh as well ;) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MUST READ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's now 9.13 A.M. and I can't help but wonder, who else is awake? According to my messenger, everybody seems to be still fast asleep. Well, hope you all had fun reading this post (If you're Tommy, mai dulan, joking nia =) ). Have a nice day people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-7223979551352722898?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/7223979551352722898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=7223979551352722898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/7223979551352722898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/7223979551352722898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/08/sipeh-emo-morning-turns-sipeh-ironic.html' title='Sipeh Emo Morning turns Sipeh Ironic'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-8945153245755028600</id><published>2008-08-12T03:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:34:27.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Means Yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do feel it's amazing how sometimes you will find yourself in these kinds of situations. Situations which you just don't know how to deal with what's happening. You won't even be able to cope with the information that is coming at you. This is gonna be a pretty long story so bear with me, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and watched the China vs USA basketball match yesterday at Tommy's house. It was a pretty okay game except for Yao Ming sucking so bad. The final score was 101-70, bravo to both teams anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was late i stayed at Tommy's house that night and I discovered a very '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;' thing about him that just drove me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BANANA SANDWICH&lt;/span&gt;! . So heres how it goes down. It was after watching the games and we were all getting ready to go to bed, but the lights were still on. I asked if someone could off the lights, because I'm very sensitive towards lights when I'm sleeping. So since KC was closest to the switch he got up and switched off the light, that is, after some complaints of it being far of course. Then when he got back into bed, we asked Tommy to switch off the bathroom light, as he was just inches away from it. Well, he refused to do it, saying that it was very 'far' as well. So we kept bugging him about it, asking him to off it every few seconds. Then he finally got up, and went to use the bathroom. BUT, after using it he LEFT THE LIGHT ON. So in our heads I and KC were thinking a big &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; so we continued to bug him. Well he continued to reject our requests till we finally gave up and said:" No need to off already la, we just sleep with the light on" Now this is the part that just drove me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;. Upon hearing this, Tommy:" Like that ar, then I off the light la" and he got up, off the light, and went back to bed without saying anything. I and KC were stunned, speechless, and didn't even bother with WTF, we didn't say anything but I bet that we were both thinking the same thing for a long time before we slept, which was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FTW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning/ near afternoon came, and the thing that happened yesterday night still was bothering us. So we decided to test him, since we were going to get some lunch and we're VERY indecisive when it comes to picking our lunch. While we were circling around town, looking for stuff to eat, we would agree with his suggestions and observe his reactions. True enough, every time we agreed with him, he would say:" Dun wan la... choose another place... got wat other place arh? " Due to that, it kinda took forever for him to decide on where to eat, EVEN longer because he wouldn't agree with my directions. I would be seriously saying turn left here, and he would turn right. Can I get a WTF, anybody? Therefore I had to say the directions backwards to get him to go in the right way, and it went on the whole day! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really losing it, KC and I were dazed and frustrated. I even have a photo taken with me pulling out my hair, totally going &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BANANA SANDWICH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I figured I had to sleep and think this over. Now I'm awake and still blogging about it, having no clue on how to solve this dilemma of mine. He wasn't always like this, and he seems friggin' serious about it. So my conclusion is that he is having period-like-symptoms, and he'll be okay the next time I see him (I HOPE!). And if you are reading this, Tommy, just continue to be yourself because we, your friends, love you for who you are. And be proud of yourself, considering you have a whole post about yourself =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;brighter&lt;/span&gt; side of Tommy, he actually is doing quite well with the ladies. According to him, plenty of fishes are his dishes, ranging from the Malaysian ikans to exotic fishies from the coast of Goa, India. As both I and KC are of the SAD group (Single And Despo), we listened on as he was giving us his &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;golden words of wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Tommy:" Chris, KC, stop hunting for fishes with your louya fishing rods, it's time you all tried my style. Just use a pukat harimau and bring a whole school of fish in. Those that manage to escape, sure are small fishes, not worth it wan I tell u. While those that get caught, can slowly pick marh! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, where do i get a FRIGGIN' PUKAT HARIMAU??!! LOLOLOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-8945153245755028600?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/8945153245755028600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=8945153245755028600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/8945153245755028600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/8945153245755028600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-means-yes.html' title='No Means Yes'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-7806742313733994799</id><published>2008-08-10T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:49:17.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full day of activity</title><content type='html'>Another activity filled day has passed...&lt;br /&gt;Not sure whether it was meaningful or not though...&lt;br /&gt;Went for the legendary roti canai today morning with fei hai, weetat, tommy n kianchuan... It REALLY is legendary!&lt;br /&gt;It feels like the roti will shatter into pieces if someone were to drop it onto the floor!&lt;br /&gt;The place was packed with people but the rotis were coming out really fast, thanks to the 6 ppl just making roti canai. That's right, SIX PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we were chillin' over at fei hai's warehouse, and we were really chilling, because it was FRIGGIN COLD! His warehouse stocks crates upon crates of kiwis, apples, mangos, pears, etc at a temperature of almost ZERO DEGREES Celcius! At first it felt pretty cooling, a very good getaway from the insanely hot weather recently. But then after awhile we were shivering down to the bone and decided to head back to my place, that's where we really chilled, without the extreme temperature. We were getting all emo when we brought up the topic of feihai's old flame. I can't believe the reason why he liked her! And why she liked another dude when they barely even spoke!  Hmm... do girls really fall in love with guys they do not know completely? Hmm... Then why am I so unlucky?! Do I let out an aura that attracts negative attention? Am I that repulsive that people's expressions change from :) to =( ? I really get the feeling that people either like me or loathe me, mostly being the latter for females....  Any tips, people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after emo.ing we then went to have a late lunch at the "Da Shu Xia" in eng ann... we then went straight to kwang hua for the usual Saturday basketball, drinking of liang teh and finally we joined fei hai's gang for some games and then we ate dinner and went home....&lt;br /&gt;And on the way home, I managed to have a real chat with Wee Tat, it was then only that I knew that Wee Tat was quite a frequent clubber, and the clubs in Malacca sounded more interesting that the ones we get in KL.  I also got to know of the sales happening in Malacca and the good food over there. This made me really feel like having a few days trip over there, not so much to club or shop for ballin' shoes, but I really want to have a look at the lifestyle over there. Plus, I heard there were a lot of good basketball players over there, might wanna have some skirmishes with them to gain experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess this trip will hardly be able to happen due to the plans we have for Redang. It's been some time since I've been to the beach, and MAN DO I MISS IT! It's the only place u can feel total freedom imho, being closer to nature, the view of the sky and the sea and land as one,  closing your eyes while sounds of the world are just speaking to you, having peace of mind just floating around, ARGH! I JUST CAN'T WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be the longest post yet, better stop or i won't be able to get much sleep again...&lt;br /&gt;CttM is really deprived of sleep lately, being so restless at night, all I do is just listen to music/blog,  Now i know why people who are very free like to blog. It really takes up quite an amount of time. Btw, I'm still finding things to add into my blog, maybe a counter or some extra pics to make it not seem so empty. Please do leave comments, eager to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-7806742313733994799?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/7806742313733994799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=7806742313733994799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/7806742313733994799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/7806742313733994799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/08/full-day-of-activity.html' title='Full day of activity'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-888600435125030317</id><published>2008-08-09T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:21:05.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Thumbs n Two Toes up for China!</title><content type='html'>Just watched the 29th Olympics Opening Ceremony!&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS AWESOME! Hats off to the Chinese for their creativity&lt;br /&gt;The performances had inhuman choreography yet was carried out spectacularly.&lt;br /&gt;And the way the guy lit the torch was FRIGGIN INSANE!&lt;br /&gt;He flew up on ropes and ran around d stadium ala ninja style n lit the gigantic torch!&lt;br /&gt;That really blew my mind!&lt;br /&gt;Really looking forward to the events this year even though i never watched the other Olympics my whole life. Didn't appreciate the event last time. Now only I come to realize how big are the achievements by those people and i really admire them.&lt;br /&gt;Every team had their special costumes when they marched out. Most of them were very sleek and smart looking imho, especially the USA, Greece, Australia and Sweden team. The Swedes had a very creative thing going on with the blue and yellow cheongsams with the matching paper fans.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the Malaysians that went to the Olympics IMHO don't show the respect that they should show. I feel that it's a friggin disgrace that we wear songkoks with those mini skirts on the outside of their pants.&lt;br /&gt;And the orange-almost-brown COLOR! WHAT KIND OF GHASTLY COLOR IS THAT! REVOLTING! DISGUSTING! DISRESPECTFUL! DISTASTEFUL! DISAPPOINTING! ITS ANOTHER DIS- WORD THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I have a good feeling about this year's Olympics. It's gonna be the best one so far.&lt;br /&gt;Very excited to see the USA basketball team, they're out to redeem themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sleep soon. Have to go for the so called legendary roti canai tomorrow, courtesy of Cheng Fong aka Fei Hai. Will talk about it tomorrow... Till then.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-888600435125030317?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/888600435125030317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=888600435125030317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/888600435125030317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/888600435125030317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-thumbs-n-two-toes-up-for-china.html' title='Two Thumbs n Two Toes up for China!'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254785671669978109.post-4446801701694599489</id><published>2008-08-08T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T03:50:02.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Very First Post</title><content type='html'>Well, been wanting to get my own blog for some time now...&lt;br /&gt;But thought it was for emo people...&lt;br /&gt;After some time I realized that I was one of the most emo people around.&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;Today is 08/08/08, is it really that special?&lt;br /&gt;Imho Everyday is a unique day that will never be relived...&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the only thing special about today is that its the opening day of the Beijing Olympics...&lt;br /&gt;That's a real historic event for the Chinese....&lt;br /&gt;And like Lee Hom says, 华人万岁！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4254785671669978109-4446801701694599489?l=sipehemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/feeds/4446801701694599489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4254785671669978109&amp;postID=4446801701694599489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/4446801701694599489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4254785671669978109/posts/default/4446801701694599489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipehemo.blogspot.com/2008/08/very-first-post.html' title='The Very First Post'/><author><name>- C t t M -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16312517415092433329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_511nJN66Z-I/SK8VZiKr5pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DzF4MUczWQM/S220/why+so+serious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
