<?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-6347838397287399040</id><updated>2011-09-26T22:44:07.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J-O-S-H</title><subtitle type='html'>Oh, shut up.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-1368293882601424033</id><published>2010-12-08T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:18:51.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-1368293882601424033?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1368293882601424033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=1368293882601424033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/1368293882601424033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/1368293882601424033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-3238720653856499247</id><published>2010-11-14T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:13:29.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANNA BLOG!!!!! *throws tantrum* BUT..I have nothing to blog about..Cause my life is private. I love it that way. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read stories about the unruliness of our Malaysian government, got so pissed off until I pissed other people off with my frustrations. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still going crazy over which car I want to buy!! == Volvo S40, Smart ForFour, Honda City, Suzuki Swift. I might not even get any of the cars and even settle down for a small car. But there is nothing wrong with dreaming right? Dreaming big will determine how much of an achiever you want to become. But obviously be realistic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just came back from Mid Valley. Boring! Chucked myself into a corner in Borders and read books after books after books. Then fell asleep. Stupid me. Good thing phone and wallet not stolen. Zzzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with the bunch to 5 shopping malls in a day. Crazy. But I lasted. Had enough energy to entertain Fatt Mou Yin too! XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know where I'm getting at. But yea, that's about it to summarize everything up about what happened to me recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHHHHHhhhhh, I met Sherril today!!!! OMGOSH!!!! Such a pleasant surprise to meet her today. HAHAHA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-3238720653856499247?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3238720653856499247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=3238720653856499247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3238720653856499247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3238720653856499247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wanna-blog-throws-tantrum-but.html' title=''/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-5279945602983628384</id><published>2010-09-13T17:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:57:23.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Holiday</title><content type='html'>I know I keep turning to my blog when I'm a bit upset or something. Haha. Don't judge me. Anyways, I don't have friends that play pool with me nowadays! == I need a game of POOL!!! I need company to play pool with me!!! On another note, Dave Chappelle has been keeping me company for a day. Also with Invisible Man in my hand, I'm booked for quite a read up. That classic isn't bad. Makes you imagine a lot. Just wondered why the movie had to screw the novel's reputation up. &lt;div&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;My world revolves around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-5279945602983628384?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5279945602983628384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=5279945602983628384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/5279945602983628384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/5279945602983628384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2010/09/stupid-holiday.html' title='Stupid Holiday'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-7829248982366307818</id><published>2010-09-03T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:36:59.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of worrying about the future.</title><content type='html'>I find pool most fun when I'm depressed. I guess its because I get my head out of thinking. But still, I suck at pool. Loving the game though. I look at my friends now and admire those who really went on to pursue their dreams. Not that I can't, I just wouldn't dare to. What if the whole 3 to 6 years spent on getting your degree end up in pieces just cause you couldn't get the job you wanted for your degree? Like loads of people, they study one thing, they end up in another. I sometimes look at my friends and end up jealous. But at least, they are taking a huge and brave step into their future. A so called glory in the making? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I aspire to be a car designer or car physicist. It does sound a bit cliche, but looking from another retrospective, it isn't all that good. I would have to be overseas, I'd have to fight my way through the tough competition, I might be with meager pay? It goes on and on. But, its my dream job. My parents didn't agree saying I may not succeed. Thinking rationally, it is a bit impossible to achieve. Sigh, I'm on a crossroad. A big one. My future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I remember those words I first saw. 'If you love your work, you'll never work a day in your life.' Sounds so true but somehow, not many follow this principle. I might be one of the many though. Sigh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-7829248982366307818?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7829248982366307818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=7829248982366307818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7829248982366307818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7829248982366307818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2010/09/of-worrying-about-future.html' title='of worrying about the future.'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-6568321890320461373</id><published>2010-07-28T18:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T19:09:47.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplished!</title><content type='html'>Today was well, accomplished. It takes a five year relationship between your friends and you to get such workmanship, such sacrifice, such a big event from you. I mean this lot, Kee Yean, Lay San, Vivia, Sze Mei, Ho Vien, Han Boon, Guo Cong. And most of all, this lot. Cause they're not even part of this union and still gave in so much of effort. Shao Jiann, Zheng Yi, Boon Kit, Jhun Xiong. XD &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much for a five year friendship. This just shows who we are to each other even though we talk bad about each other at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel EXHAUSTED!!!!!!!!!! Should I or should I not go tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I have to post this up. HAHA!! Sorry Jenna. Respect for you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Jenna: Oooooooooi *nudges*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Joshua: yeaps???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Jenna: nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Joshua: zzzzz.. Say la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Jenna: Haha, what's your take on an ideal girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Joshua: huh? Why ask me? So random la you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Jenna: duhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... So so??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Joshua: haha!! I know its about him la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then bla bla bla.. Till this part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Jenna: I really respect certain boys nowadays la. You're one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Joshua: *awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Jenna: Hehe. Serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Joshua: *awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Joshua: why'd you say that anyways?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Jenna: Cause good guys are those who always let their girlfriends have their ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Joshua: huh? How'd you know I'll be a good bf? I never tell you anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Jenna: See your face also know la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Joshua: You're random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Jenna: duhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Joshua: So you respect me? Why treat me so good now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Jenna: Cause he is one of them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Joshua: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH!!! So gonna post this up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Jenna: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry Jenna. : P Thanks for the compliment even tho I don't think its entirely true. Made me smile from cheek to cheek d.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sunburnt!&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/6347838397287399040-6568321890320461373?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6568321890320461373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=6568321890320461373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6568321890320461373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6568321890320461373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2010/07/accomplished.html' title='Accomplished!'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-9092215480343334553</id><published>2010-07-26T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T00:32:19.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love my new design!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-9092215480343334553?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/9092215480343334553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=9092215480343334553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/9092215480343334553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/9092215480343334553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-my-new-design-i-mean-like.html' title=''/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-2076297412935075553</id><published>2010-06-11T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:54:25.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been 6 days since I came back from camp. Feeling empty still. Sighs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sad for reasons that are inexplainable. I miss camp. Somehow, I feel something is lost. &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 still remember when it was time for me to leave KL, I was sad. Now that I'm back, I'm sad also. What on earth is happening to me? Friends over here seem so far away from me. Instead, I get calls often from my friends at NS. I need my life back. I feel friend-less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one is close to me except for my family, 2 of the 3 boys, and my NS friends. Why is it like this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess I've matured. Yes, I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-2076297412935075553?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2076297412935075553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=2076297412935075553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2076297412935075553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2076297412935075553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-6-days-since-i-came-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-589780108685149602</id><published>2010-04-29T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:06:36.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS</title><content type='html'>Im back for a good 6 days and Im off to camp again. In Lahad Datu for now. Boring seriously. I mean, very relaxed. Till there is nothing to do at all. No interesting places, no interesting happenings, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 DAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more weeks and I'll be flying back. NS isn't bad and also isn't nice. In theory, NS is loads of fun. Teachers are great, activities are slightly better than mediocre, and the bond with friends are nice. One thing that destroys the fun in camp is the disrespect that the non malays get. 1 Malaysia? Im not entirely sure. Activities like flying fox, rafting, kayaking, the malays never think of us chinese and push us away from our line. They cut our line during eating time right in front of us and all sorts of other things. I'm not blaming them or anything. I just want to see some respect. 1 Malaysia, to realize this  dream, first you have to change the malays. SERIOUSLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I realized that in NS, the people who has most fun are the girls apparently. Maybe because the racism is less. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bald&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-589780108685149602?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/589780108685149602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=589780108685149602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/589780108685149602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/589780108685149602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2010/04/ns.html' title='NS'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-2584006142753284828</id><published>2010-02-27T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:17:52.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MY WORKING PERIOD HAS JUST FINISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy. Was thinking how'd I spend my working period for the last two months and now I'm missing them. Awwwww. Great bunch of guys. But to give me the chance to relive the experience. No.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, here's hoping I'd pass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be able to blog a lot more then. Stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-2584006142753284828?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2584006142753284828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=2584006142753284828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2584006142753284828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2584006142753284828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-working-period-has-just-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-6549740400219382962</id><published>2010-02-20T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:54:20.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;GONG HEI FAT CHOI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;8 MORE DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-6549740400219382962?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6549740400219382962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=6549740400219382962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6549740400219382962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6549740400219382962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2010/02/gong-hei-fat-choi-8-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-4059186407842581501</id><published>2010-02-04T15:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:04:18.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why am i indulging myself in mood swings? Sighs.. Why the heck am I feeling this way? I've learnt the hard way on how to not be taken advantage of. That is not to offer yourself for help. Its always cause this world isn't fair, isn't true, is full of lies, cares about themselves and none for others. When you offer yourself to help. The world destroys you. It steals everything you've got and isn't even satisfied and when the help you gave doesn't help much, they blame you for the problem. I hate what is happening now. The ever changing world. Am I being too naive to offer help? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever approached a lame person who takes out his bowl of coins and buys food to eat and offer him your portion of food? I guess not. Its just cause you're just too full of yourself, also because you enjoy your food too much till you didn't even notice him. I'm sick of this. When I offer my portion, people look at me. When I don't help, I reckon no one else will give a helping hand either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even friends. The people you treasure. They'd take your help and when you're of no use, they'll chug you at the side and bewilder you. What's this world become? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking of helping Haiti? How about the people around you? How about the orphans that linger around the streets? How about a poor family with a down syndromed child? Why look any further when even your own country needs you? I'm not discouraging you to not help Haiti but how about Malaysia? What is this world going to be? If we continue being jerks who are only full of ourselves, I don't think this world would become any better, and greener, any kinder, anymore prosperous. This world is built for self destruction. Sighs. Sometimes not pondering about the world would be so much better. &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'm not even sure about this post. I just feel down and lonely. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ghost of York-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-4059186407842581501?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4059186407842581501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=4059186407842581501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/4059186407842581501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/4059186407842581501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-am-i-indulging-myself-in-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-9179091337760180258</id><published>2010-02-01T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:50:49.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Specs</title><content type='html'>When you earn more, you tend to spend more. Something I heard and didn't believe and abide-d on this sentence unknowingly. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spending money is a lot more frequent in my dictionary nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wells, the purpose of me writting this post is to point out that people wearing those nerdy specs are really lifeless humans. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Firstly&lt;/b&gt;, its ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ly&lt;/b&gt;, you don't wear this purposely. Nerds who wear them unintentionally look cool. But people who wear this intentionally really are ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thirdly&lt;/b&gt;, you're trend followers. I, apparently a trend setter. Too bad for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fourthl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;y&lt;/b&gt;, its really ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha!! Nothing else better to write.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Tall As Lions - The Carousel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-9179091337760180258?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/9179091337760180258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=9179091337760180258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/9179091337760180258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/9179091337760180258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2010/02/ugly-specs.html' title='Ugly Specs'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-8423509822767459826</id><published>2010-01-11T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T01:50:55.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha!! Nice Working Experience</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am finally working now. 5 days seemed like a month. Sighs.. For once, I can agree when adults say "Enjoy your school life while you can la!!". We teens won't grasp its meaning until we reach the working age of our lives and that is when we regret. Work definitely is tiring, isn't as fun as it may seem, loads of torture in a sense of energy draining and the lots. But still, it is a good experience and definitely unforgettable la. But if given 2nd chance to relive it, NO THANKS. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea, there was this chinese man in the store who went like this to a colleague of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man: Asamolokum, dis item bai 1 no discaung ar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colleague: Sir, I'm not malay. Anyway, yea, 1 item no discount, 2 or more,  you'll enjoy 15% discount so buying more would benefit you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man: *discusses with woman beside in Hokkien* Ah, Bad den I wan this 1 onni. Can't give discount meh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colleague: Sir, we cannot negotiate the price with you as we are workers of a company only. We do not own the shop. But if you insist, you can join our membership and you can get 10% discount.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man: How get the membership cad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colleague: You have to spend at least 300rm or more to be entitled to get the membership.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man: Waaaaaaa!! *discusses with woman again* Nemermine, I just take this onni. I dowan discaung d. Negoshiat oso dowan, i still wan buy this for my gurfen. *gives money and goes off*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pretty loony then, but I can't describe it as funny as it was that time, I kept laughing when I thought about the first word he exclaimed,  "Asamolokum". Oh yea, it is not exactly what I typed that happened la, he just spoke pretty funnily and my colleague kept toying with him. Since I was beside them, I kept giggling so when the man left, he stared at me. Haha!! Working stories, I have my share of funny working experience now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MK Ultra - Muse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-8423509822767459826?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8423509822767459826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=8423509822767459826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8423509822767459826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8423509822767459826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2010/01/haha-nice-working-experience.html' title='Haha!! Nice Working Experience'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-1105609055167700031</id><published>2009-12-27T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:45:37.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back</title><content type='html'>Sigh, I'm gonna work. Just for the experience since I don't know how it is to work. But looking back, I realize that there will be no more freedom for me for these two months. Sighs. Sooooooo, firstly, I'm gonna work to fill time, I'm learning driving, looking at Taylors to further my studies. Sigh. I know my blog is dead but I'm just not in the mood to update it. I update it to my likings so don't hope for updates that often as before. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back, my life wasn't as smooth as I wanted it to be. Wasn't all nice to look at. But if given the chance to reverse time and to relive the moment, I am thoroughly happy with my life from the past, present and the coming future. Why am I typing like some lifeless emo you ask? Don't ask. I don't even know why.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, Merry (belated) Christmas and a Happy New Year.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Count me in -  Leeland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-1105609055167700031?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1105609055167700031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=1105609055167700031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/1105609055167700031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/1105609055167700031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/12/looking-back.html' title='Looking back'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-2110269691456501927</id><published>2009-12-11T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:24:30.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalalala.. Random post.</title><content type='html'>Yeap, I'm entering the phase of driving.. xD Someday, I can fetch you. Yeap, Jon, KL.. We can all meet up easily next time. Hahahaha!! The fun we can have.. Muahahahaha. And you.. I can go out with you so much easier.. I'm GONNA DRIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-2110269691456501927?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2110269691456501927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=2110269691456501927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2110269691456501927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2110269691456501927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/12/lalalalala-random-post.html' title='Lalalalala.. Random post.'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-4289061989438023217</id><published>2009-12-05T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T03:08:36.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending of A Chapter in Life</title><content type='html'>Guess for most of us, it'll be our last paper in SPM huh? After that and a new chapter starts in our life where we meet new friends, acquaintance, situations, tough times, funny happenings and the lot. Instead of rejoicing, I'm not sure why I'm feeling a little heavy on my heart.. Sigh.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The classes I've skipped with my friends all seem worth while, all the long hair and panjang kuku, ganggu guru dalam kelas, menyanyi semasa guru sedang mengajar, getting surat amaran... I'm missing it already. xD For those people close to me, I really appreciate you. You guys know who you are. You guys always played a role in shaping me to whom I'll be, what I'll aim, and so on and I hope I do play a role in your lives too. Sometimes looking back makes me wonder just how did I live life with you guys. Something that seemed impossible to even think about was just done for five years in a blink of an eye. Crazy people!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my other classmates, it has been a wildride just being in class with you. Being a clown, someone annoying, someone offensive, I'm sincerely sorry. It just wouldn't be me if I wasn't myself, right? Haha.. Thanks for lending a helping hand when I was caught by teacher, thanks for borrowing me a book when I didn't have one, thanks for letting me copy your work when teacher was chasing me everywhere. Heheh. There is this statement where Jesus said where you do something for the littlest of my creations, you're doing it for me. (Not exact) But you get my point. All I'm trying to say is, you've been a blessing to me. I hope I do too.. Or did I? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the lot of people I sit with in the mornings. Entertaining bunch. Going through loopholes in tough situations, their expertise. But even thought at times all of us argue, do not keep it in your hearts. Reconciliation is the almost the best medicine.(since laughter is)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For very very close friends. Its been nice knowing you all for five years. The pain I made you guys go through (and you to me too XD), I'm sincerely sorry. The things we went through together, the pain we got through, the happy times, the confusing times, the emo times, the avoiding times, everything I cherish it to the core of my heart. I cannot express just how grateful I am to even go through all these with you. Not even a thank you is abundant enough to cover all the memories you guys have supplied me. I'm forever grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To teachers who read this. Yea, I know you do. I'm sorry for the posts I posted about you all, I'm sorry for making life tough for you. HAhAHHAHA!! I know I have not been a very good model student as you wished for. But you'll see me rise as someone that will make our school proud. I am sorry for all the harsh treatments I gave you, the cold shoulders i showed, the back replies when you scold me. Heheh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I've finished talking gibberish and will look on to my future now onwards. Even though I may not be able to see you guys as often as now, next time, please do contact each other. A time for cc, shopping with ladies, parties, Sunway, etc., don't forget to invite me. Its been nice knowing you all and live life surrounded by you guys. Please make good use of your future and be successful in whatever you do. Don't forget each other yea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I'll miss you guys.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-4289061989438023217?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4289061989438023217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=4289061989438023217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/4289061989438023217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/4289061989438023217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/12/ending-of-chapter-in-life.html' title='Ending of A Chapter in Life'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-2116154616797653222</id><published>2009-10-22T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:55:36.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Yin</title><content type='html'>Today is his birthday!!!!!!!!!!!! Happy birthday yo!!!! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-2116154616797653222?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2116154616797653222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=2116154616797653222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2116154616797653222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2116154616797653222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-yin.html' title='Happy Birthday Yin'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-3498697008810518634</id><published>2009-09-24T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:16:56.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was epic or shall I say wicked? xD But nonetheless, it was nice catching up like this. Won't elaborate more.. Heeeee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-3498697008810518634?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3498697008810518634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=3498697008810518634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3498697008810518634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3498697008810518634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-was-epic-or-shall-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-2493038361663411820</id><published>2009-09-20T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:20:39.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kajang Church Opening &amp; The Sorts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its been like approximately two years I've adapted my life in FGA KL. But still, the FGA Cheras fellowship I used to have, the happiness of staying there lingers in my heart at all times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cue to go *awwwwww*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that feeling I had showed evidently when the FGA Cheras-ians were invited to FGA Kajang's new church. I won't say I was entertained to a certain extent but rather I was overjoyed to meet my fellow mates from the Cheras branch of FGA.&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, during the official opening of the Kajang Church at a new place, there were a few events which were quite interesting. xD (In a good way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SrZSa2hqzOI/AAAAAAAAAf8/O_MHgiLnCmQ/s400/DSC00813.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383581025834814690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were several children performing in front of us. There was this cute girl on stage which was so adorable. She was like very blur. She made her dance moves a second slower than anybody and her innocent looks makes her all the more adorable. Gosh, I want another smaller sibling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, while on my way back from tuition to Leisure Mall to get the new Shift game, there was a snatch thief case I guess. There were like 20 policemen around and yellow tapes surrounding the crime scene. Although I couldn't see nicely and get a good picture, I am a little positive on someone passing away since there were like tonnes of people over there being interviewed by the police lot and also police cars surrounding the area.&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;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SrZVB2XzwaI/AAAAAAAAAgE/XOVxHu36Yco/s400/DSC00804.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383583894831612322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There, a picture to prove it. Well, I had better shots but it wasn't that clear too. The rest of the cops were at the side. Can you see the yellow tapes around? Oh wells..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, WEDNESDAY IT IS............ Woooohooooo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-2493038361663411820?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2493038361663411820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=2493038361663411820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2493038361663411820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2493038361663411820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/kajang-church-opening-sorts.html' title='Kajang Church Opening &amp; The Sorts'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SrZSa2hqzOI/AAAAAAAAAf8/O_MHgiLnCmQ/s72-c/DSC00813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-6921090306440760515</id><published>2009-09-12T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:10:07.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Need For Speed Shift is coming out SOOOOOOOON........... Wooooohooooo!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I apologize to that someone I hurt.. I am truly sorry. I'm dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys should join twitter. Its fun!! Yeah right!! ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, you guys should check Kassem G out in Youtube. Freaking funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-6921090306440760515?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6921090306440760515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=6921090306440760515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6921090306440760515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6921090306440760515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-5841346798788526484</id><published>2009-09-11T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:08:42.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Me Gosh!!!</title><content type='html'>Sigh, today, after tuition, I was at Popular for while.. The time passed and I decided to go back. Well, unwillingly. But still went back home though. While exiting Popular, the magazine I was holding was still on my hands and when i passed the entrance. The two security checking blades sounded with a blip and continued on. The security guard looked at me fiercely and muttered sharply...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Guard: Oi budak, nak ambil buku ini ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Tak, I'm innocent. Saya lupa.. Saya cakap dengan kawan sampai lupa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Guard: Then mengapa kamu menggulingkan buku itu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Tak, saya tidak berniat nak ambil buku kamu. *shows frustration* Kalau saya nak ambil, saya tak akan ambil macam ni kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Guard: *looks at me sternly*........ Okay okay, pergi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it wasn't my fault at all. He was like pushing the blame on me. The conversation written over here isn't as precise as what happened la but still, embarassing wei and I did nothing. I think God intervened cause like i was let off easily but still, I was innocent. God understood what happened and justice was there straight in front of my eyes. I don't blame the security guard though. he's just doing his job. xD Oh wells, here's what happened after a week. Oh yea, tips have been spreading like wildfire everywhere. Heh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-5841346798788526484?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5841346798788526484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=5841346798788526484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/5841346798788526484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/5841346798788526484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-me-gosh.html' title='Oh Me Gosh!!!'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-3992236376259994917</id><published>2009-09-06T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:28:15.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 Gayest Artists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At no.5, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;James Blunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.contactmusic.com/dn/james+blunt_855_18569027_0_0_7005312_300.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;His soprano-fied voice with a squeeze of a lemon and loads of facial hair makes him placed at number 5!! Didn't you know of his latest fling with this guy called I'mgayandIloveit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At number FOUR!!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Click Five!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://o.aolcdn.com/feedgallery/music/i/t/the_click_five/01-the-click-five-161007.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1482px; height: 959px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's a large picture!!!!!!!!!! That's really gay isn't it? Just a look at it burns my eyes. Doesn't it affect you too? Nah, don't think so. That's cause you're gay. Anyways, have you heard them sing live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At no.3!!! Miley Cyrus' fans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shaolintiger.com/images/beng.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 194px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fans of Miley Cyrus likes to drink water with a straw, dye their hair three times in a row for a day. Childish..... and GAY. Takes life like it is a climb. Neverending. Thinks their life is a fantasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At no.2!!!! The Jonas Brothers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://mog.com/pictures/wikipedia/4593415/JonasBrothers.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They are a hit right now to people who have no idea what boy means. These artists do not know what life is. Drools over boys, thinks of what colour of underwear to wear tomorrow, their apparels must match in terms of colour and fashion of the now. Tights are their next favourite pants to wear after their pink hush puppies underwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;NO 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! goes to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;SUPER JUNIOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://koreanstorm.com/archive/superjunior.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 602px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Honest here. I haven't heard of them before but just last week, I was exposed to this by Tirzah. Hmmmmm, never knew it was this big a group. But nevertheless, they're a big bunch of sissies, aren't they? As far as I'm concerned, I think these boys cannot sing and are succesful because of their gay looks. They're Koreans right? Cause you know what? Korea is a place where guys look like girls. Don't you agree? Their favourite colour is pink, likes hello kitty, likes camwhoring like girls, thinks barbie dolls are actually real, their favourite show is Barbie!! Nice one. xD Cheers everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OOoooOOOoOoo. I gotta be careful this time, I made a lot of people angry. *cough* Tien Un *cough* Tirzah *cough* others who likes these artists *cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-3992236376259994917?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3992236376259994917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=3992236376259994917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3992236376259994917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3992236376259994917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/top-5-gayest-artists.html' title='Top 5 Gayest Artists'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-393646782026581600</id><published>2009-08-30T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:12:54.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... Whoa!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Its been so long since I've updated my blog. Its the same as Carmen's blog now. xD I can't update it as often as before cause SPM is drawing near. Studies come first. So well, I shall abandon this blog for sometime. I might update it from time to time but well, it shall remain passive for now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, my profile in Facebook got disbanded recently for who know why. I appealed after a few days and got it back miraculously since many profiles who gets disbanded normally doesn't get to be reactivated. But well, as my personal message in MSN says it, I owe you one!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, nothing much has happened. H1N1 preventing my freedom of going out with friends. Sighs. Tuition is kinda fun nowadays since Siang Aw is around to make a fool of himself in front of me. xD Just last friday, met him before I went back. He really is insanely funny. Putting on teh headset without connecting it to anything. LOL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An expression that can summarize how I feel  now and a few weeks from now. SAD &amp;amp; PRESSURED!! Exams...........................&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIGH...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-393646782026581600?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/393646782026581600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=393646782026581600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/393646782026581600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/393646782026581600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/whoa.html' title='... Whoa!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-6029273426841143703</id><published>2009-08-15T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:41:48.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pretty LAZY to update my blog. Just being a little passive in blogging now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all cause of exam pressure. Building up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, played futsal with FGA Cheras and Charis Church as a memoir for somebody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, had loads of fun going to tuition on friday.... Cause it was only me and Siang Aw!! Sounds gay but he was really awkward and really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirdly, very lazy to post pictures up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourthly, not in the mood to blog about anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fifth and foremost, I haven't blogged about Ruxyn's goth party. Ish!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laziness.. Hate it but it seems that I'm into it. Sigh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-6029273426841143703?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6029273426841143703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=6029273426841143703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6029273426841143703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6029273426841143703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-pretty-lazy-to-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-3633538455996970122</id><published>2009-08-04T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:44:23.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>...Don't you wish the people around you, the friends you say hi and bye to or crowds surrounding you would disappear. But those people you cherish dearly would be by your side always.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Don't you wish the crowds that you know but barely do can be ignored when met accidentally. No fake smiles, no fake happy gestures, no nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Don't you wish that pressure isn't real? Pressure not from anything but friends that you barely know of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Don't you wish everything you wish for would come true for a moment. =)&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:#009900;"&gt;You want the answer? Yes, you. For me, it is quite true. Mostly.. xD Happy leh!!!!&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/6347838397287399040-3633538455996970122?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3633538455996970122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=3633538455996970122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3633538455996970122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3633538455996970122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-5809789303586089573</id><published>2009-08-02T15:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:52:24.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Topgear!!!!, Anorak, Jeremy Clarkson</title><content type='html'>Tally ho, I here exclaim that I'm an AVID FAN OF TOPGEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;P/S: If any of you here so happen to own a/several Topgear episode(s), don't hesitate to tell me. I will find ways and means to borrow it from you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;SPM seems to be crawling towards us and as we approach the end of our high school life, I am officially on the verge of studying. Yes, I am warning all of you, I am studying. I am eating books for breakfast, you hear that?? xD Time to be an anorak or boffin I shall say.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm, today was a lil weird so to say... I won't talk much about it.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know that I am as daft as Jeremy Clarkson on skates in a pool of ice? xD&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, its enough babbling on rubbish and back to business. &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/6347838397287399040-5809789303586089573?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5809789303586089573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=5809789303586089573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/5809789303586089573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/5809789303586089573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/topgear-anorak-jeremy-clarkson.html' title='Topgear!!!!, Anorak, Jeremy Clarkson'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-1219315147714283511</id><published>2009-07-31T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:12:41.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Cheese, Hectic-ness, Bad Weather.</title><content type='html'>A week has passed and thus, I shall post my routines up for you to read. Yes, dreadful routines of Joshua. Well, anyways, if you know me well, you should know that I crave cheese a lot. A LOT!!! A few days back, I had my taste of what seems to be the worst cheese I've ever tasted. Yes, you got it right, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;BLUE CHEESE&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div&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;It tasted weird at first but its bad effect kinda wore off slowly and I got a little addicted to it. The first try made me real nauseous but slowly, I got used to it. Not really USED to it but well, you get what I mean. It isn't finished yet. Somebody left the cheese under his table to see it rot and grow maggots before throwing it away. Uhuh..&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today sure was hectic. Was so pissed over a guy who smoked in front of me, knowing that I didn't like the smoke, the lad continued with his guilty pleasure, smoking away, ignoring the fact that I'm suffocating under his cloud of carbon dioxide and nicotine. Ish!!!! Other that that, the bus that was near was blazing hot, mercilessly showering me with black smoke and with a weather like no other, I could smell bad odours around me. Not me, but AROUND me. Sigh.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather............................................................................... I shan't talk about it.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, tuition at Kasturi is really dreadful. I went to tuition because of 4 reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Yes, you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going there just to be closer and having a couple more glimpse before I say bye. But ever since, the time table's changed for you. Tuition over there has been really dreadful. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momentarily, life's a drag, don't you think so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-1219315147714283511?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1219315147714283511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=1219315147714283511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/1219315147714283511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/1219315147714283511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/blue-cheese-hectic-ness-bad-weather.html' title='Blue Cheese, Hectic-ness, Bad Weather.'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-6696718631417954392</id><published>2009-07-26T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:37:04.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog's Insides Changed</title><content type='html'>Uhuh, you got that right. It's changed. I liked my previous background. But it was destroyed. Not sure how and why. But I can live with this for the meantime. Oh wells..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-6696718631417954392?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6696718631417954392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=6696718631417954392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6696718631417954392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6696718631417954392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogs-insides-changed.html' title='Blog&apos;s Insides Changed'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-6768007822373980184</id><published>2009-07-26T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:22:19.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog is In a MESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>As the title says, yes it is in a MESS right now. I guess I have to change everything huh. Expect a big change in this blog. I can't get rid of the read more thing. Urgh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-6768007822373980184?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6768007822373980184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=6768007822373980184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6768007822373980184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6768007822373980184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-blog-is-in-mess.html' title='My Blog is In a MESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-3237472877237751474</id><published>2009-07-24T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:11:15.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Times</title><content type='html'>Went to tuition again today. Gah!!! I keep telling you that I go tuition on fridays, I guess you know my schedule. Normal stuff. Boring.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea, I ordered pork ball noodles, they gave me fish ball noodles. Idiots..&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'm a tad lazy to post up Ruxyn's birthday surprise. Mostly because I have to upload the photos and its frustrating since the files are so big.&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 finally realised I sprained my ankle.......while sleeping........I guess. Cause, I can't recall when I sprained it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week has been shitty, not to mention much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As quoted by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BORAT. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"There were good times and there were shit times. But they were mostly shit times."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;And I miss............................................................... YOU!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6347838397287399040-3237472877237751474?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3237472877237751474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=3237472877237751474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3237472877237751474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3237472877237751474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/shit-times.html' title='Shit Times'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-1384546699589219471</id><published>2009-07-22T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:09:15.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I..........</title><content type='html'>......&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to be misunderstood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-1384546699589219471?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1384546699589219471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=1384546699589219471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/1384546699589219471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/1384546699589219471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/i.html' title='I..........'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-8678352914364078279</id><published>2009-07-21T15:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:35:26.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manchester United LIVE and such...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahha, working as a ticket checker has never been so great. xD Getting to see the team perform live has never been so satisfying, awesome, superb and bla. But as we all football fans know, Manchester United were playing a fool with the national team. Well, it still awes me to see them perform so good even so with no effort. But anyways, I'll let the pictures do the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SmVvDFoR1JI/AAAAAAAAAfE/wZtJ314ErCg/s400/DSC00757.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360813030295852178" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The stadium when it wasn't packed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SmVwiaB-NZI/AAAAAAAAAfM/PygF0Ri91qs/s400/18072009797.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360814667859899794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The stadium when it was packed. Sorry about the blur-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SmVxGV90hoI/AAAAAAAAAfU/je2TnWkZeQI/s400/DSC00761.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360815285244036738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The teams playing against each other. As you can see, M.U giving face but still end up having more than 60% of the ball possession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SmVyWMKkE0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/O4_REl-bXGE/s400/18072009788.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360816657002664770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sunlight embazzling the spectators down southwards. Nice picture tho. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SmV0SVMgQ_I/AAAAAAAAAfk/MrxCmamGCPM/s400/DSC00769.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360818789730501618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The team walking around the field to fulfill the wants of the audiences as the game drew to a close. Gosh, what a magnificient sight!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SmV3l0VzrHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wfPAINLsoqs/s400/DSC00772.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360822423043419250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The final picture. This was the ticket used by the spectators to get in the stadium to anticipate the match. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6347838397287399040-8678352914364078279?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8678352914364078279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=8678352914364078279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8678352914364078279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8678352914364078279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/manchester-united-live-and-such.html' title='Manchester United LIVE and such...'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SmVvDFoR1JI/AAAAAAAAAfE/wZtJ314ErCg/s72-c/DSC00757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-9164782396793902166</id><published>2009-07-17T18:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:28:16.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Following Week</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm.. This week hasn't had any Very Interesting happening but well, to summarize it all up, I'm having a free entry for the Manchester United match all because I voluntered to do some ticket checking. Yes, you got that right.. Ticket Checking. Don't say that its a low graded part time job. I know that. The thing is I wanna see my favourite football team in person, in action, outside of the big black box we call television. Or well, for most of us, LCD TV!!! Ahhahahahaha!!! Funny right???? No? Okay, move on. I'm getting the side effects of Yu Jean. ==&lt;div&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;Talking about her. You see, no one else went to tuition today except for me and her. Yea, the two of us walking to tuition. Mind me, she's Kah Yin no. 2 or shall I say Kah Yin version 2.0 OR Kah Yin(Girl version). Anyhow, she's mightily fun to be with and it was like super crazy hanging out with her. Oh yea, did I mention that she likes electronic games?? Today was like super funny, out of the expected, crazily fun day with that expressionless 'introvert'. Yea, 'INTROVERT'!!! Yea right!! Yu Jean, if you read this now. I'm so sorry. Eheh!!! The journey to tuition has become fun now. Thanks to Kah Yin no.2!! &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea, it is confirmed that I'll go to Chean Foo's house tonight. Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, its not him and me alone. There'll be a few others joining in the fun and we will go to the match tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Happy Happy Happy!!!!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who do not know these fellas that I've just mentioned, I'm sorry. These are my schoolmates. Yeap.. That's all for now. I'll try to get a few pictures up soon. Oh, and I'll post about Ruxyn's surprise birthday as the next post or the following one after next. Well, Bye. Woohooo!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-9164782396793902166?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/9164782396793902166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=9164782396793902166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/9164782396793902166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/9164782396793902166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/following-week.html' title='The Following Week'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-2414369301974737349</id><published>2009-07-10T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:05:32.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bak Kut Teh, Pudding &amp; Smelly Armpits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you can see from the title, I had Bak Kut Teh for lunch today. If you know me real well, you'd know that eating Bak Kut Teh is a rarity for me. I don't even recall since when I ate it. To be honest, I don't remember eating at all in my entire life. Today was the day I stuffed myself with Bak Kut Teh. Not that I disliked it but well, PIG'S INSIDES?????? I hated the taste of it when I chewed it. The chewing part was like gum, not glue, gum as in chewing gum. The taste is on the other hand is an entire different story. BITTER!!!!! But the (I can't recall its name) like some chinese pastry.. Was like nice. The soup!!! Yummy!!!! And that is all I can tell. Ate 8 dollars off me. Oh wells, on the whole, I kinda like it. But if I see those insides, I'll never touch it again. Ugh!!! Nuff 'bout those.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Slip6LNHaCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/DaaUila83H8/s400/seng-huat-bak-kut-teh.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 397px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357218573662513186" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SMK Seri Mutiara is having some sort of Enterpreneur day or something like that. It is Hari Keusahawanan in malay if you'd want to know which you obviously would not want to. Eheh!! My class wasn't that cooperative I must say. INCLUDING ME!! Seriously, I never gave much thought about it. Just did the things that I was supposed to be doing and stuff. Okay, cut the crap... My class decided to sell pudding and sandwiches. I know... It's like what??? So boring? Well, yeah. Mostly is because of our non cooperative-ness. Not that most of them didn't want to but I guess many of them wanted to study. That's in my opinion. Me? Bah, I was just pure lazy to even think about it. And yeah, the result. But anyways, pudding making isn't that bad. Bonding with friends, lots of stirring and more stirring with a messy atmosphere kind of made my day. Funny that ay? But yeah, the acomplishment in succeeding in making pudding is outright satisfying!!! xD Even though we followed the instructions to make them. ==&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.. Enough about food. Now to smelly armpits. As I was coming back from tuition, there was this uncle with his arms wide open cause he wanted to grab unto the metal bar to steady himself. Much to my disappointment, his armpit was right above me. Sigh, Enduring such smell is seriously saddening. In the midst of being bewildered of his 'fragrance', I felt dizzy and nauseous. I know its not his fault. It was nobody's. It was mine cause I had to stand there. Sigh...&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, mat Ngapzai at the repair car shop if you know what I'm talking about. I know many of you don't know but those who live around my place would know. Anyways, met him and just hung out with him for a while since its been sometime since I last saw him and it was raining and I had to wait for the rain to stop. He was great fun. Well, he's still in the process of finding work. Hahaha!! May God help him get a work that he would be satisfied and not be fired once again!! LOL!! And..... I found out he stays near me. ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday's post... Supposedly.... Until my line went *poof*&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/6347838397287399040-2414369301974737349?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2414369301974737349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=2414369301974737349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2414369301974737349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2414369301974737349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/bak-kut-teh-pudding-smelly-armpits.html' title='Bak Kut Teh, Pudding &amp; Smelly Armpits'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Slip6LNHaCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/DaaUila83H8/s72-c/seng-huat-bak-kut-teh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-4855559832668860685</id><published>2009-07-03T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:28:58.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS</title><content type='html'>A place we go strain our butts off to show attendance with no actual reason for it and to fake a happy gesture to everyone we meet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what? I'm going there next year!!! *confetti thrown everywhere* *Joshua jumps for joy* YEA RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAH!!! I'm going to that idiotic, useless, good for nothing camp. I HATE IT!!!&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 wonder which doodoodumbdumbs created this thing. Its not like its improving our lives, instead it wastes it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh............................................................................................................................... =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-4855559832668860685?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4855559832668860685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=4855559832668860685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/4855559832668860685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/4855559832668860685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/ns.html' title='NS'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-3154465834869723066</id><published>2009-06-28T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:52:16.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson 1959 - 2009</title><content type='html'>When he was alive, no one talks good about him but when he is dead, everybody says he was a pity and praised him and bla bla. But guess what, he's gone. There's noo use for such diddlydoohdahs. I seriously think he was talented and was rather USED by idiots to get their way in life. Like his previous wives. But oh well, I don't wanna say much. He's dead and that's for sure. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R.I.P, MJ. I'm sorry to say that but you've been hit by the smoothest of criminal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-3154465834869723066?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3154465834869723066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=3154465834869723066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3154465834869723066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3154465834869723066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-1959-2009.html' title='Michael Jackson 1959 - 2009'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-7705998632615728592</id><published>2009-06-25T21:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:00:51.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treats From England</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Recently, my aunt went to England for a holiday and to find our relatives residing over there too. Well, nothing much of your concern but the thing I want to tell you is she brought some stuff back for us to nibble!! Here are some pictures to show you 10% of the scrumptious tit bits I have. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SkN7ct8ZOiI/AAAAAAAAAec/cxkI9q7-d40/s400/DSC00730.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351256515545741858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marks &amp;amp; Spencers were celebrating their 125th anniversary recently and my aunt grabbed a few for my brother and I to loose all our teeth. Seriously, it was certainly thoughtful of her to buy loads of stuff for us but CANDIES? not just candies but CANDIES??? They're like so big and huge and we'd loose a tooth or two if we'd immersed our teeth into it for a second. ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SkN-A1W3v8I/AAAAAAAAAek/4pNGdkg2WV8/s400/DSC00733.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351259335034388418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder if you know a brand named FOX'S? When I was younger, I'd always remember eating sweets made by them. I thought they were rather prestigious with really nice flavours and quality embedded in their products. With the creamy ends when you're smothering your mouth with their chocolates, the esscence of the flavours the sweets were based on. Oh well. So now this!! I've opened it and seriously, if you're a chocolate lover, you should envy me now. The chocolate on each biscuit is ridiculously too much. Inside, outside, leftside, rightside, upside, downside, everyside is full with em!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SkN_yZ7-c7I/AAAAAAAAAes/SYi2uTLePyc/s400/DSC00729.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351261286178911154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My aunt bought some cheese from England and decided to make lemon cheese cake. Looks Promising? Even better tasted!! That's for sure. Gah!! I know you want some. But sadly, they're in my tummy. Awwwwww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, that's all for my rubbish post. In actual fact, I get tit bits very often. In a year, maybe three to four times. So its English tit bits all the way!!!! But then, I never get fat!! Sigh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-7705998632615728592?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7705998632615728592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=7705998632615728592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7705998632615728592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7705998632615728592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/treats-from-england.html' title='Treats From England'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SkN7ct8ZOiI/AAAAAAAAAec/cxkI9q7-d40/s72-c/DSC00730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-3126340027086810488</id><published>2009-06-20T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:23:30.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Been busy with art. Whole thing is in a mess. I'm taking so long to finish a drawing without any mood. The left part of my body near my ribcage hurts from time to time. Sigh. Well, here's a few pics on my art and how it progressed.&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;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sjzu08NY-OI/AAAAAAAAAeM/OH-jV3s5m68/s400/DSC00727.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349413050692204770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the reka letak parts. I know it sucks. Seriously, the real picture I drew is a little worse compared to the picture. Somehow the picture taken made it look a little nicer. I took apicture of it while doing cause I was worried the last part not coloured over on the bottom right might destroy it somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sjzv_U_mPLI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ntVFhz2-R9A/s400/DSC00728.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349414328655559858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, it did spoil the entire thing. Sigh. A little disappointed. I really don't have the heart to continue this rubbish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I REGRET TAKING ART AS AN EXTRA SUBJECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now, I'm about to do the other one. Urgh, the agony of going through suffering once more bores me out. Signing off. Enjoy the picture!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-3126340027086810488?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3126340027086810488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=3126340027086810488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3126340027086810488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3126340027086810488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/art-again.html' title='Art Again'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sjzu08NY-OI/AAAAAAAAAeM/OH-jV3s5m68/s72-c/DSC00727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-7064965396054956028</id><published>2009-06-19T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:43:37.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm.....</title><content type='html'>.......in excruciating pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-7064965396054956028?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7064965396054956028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=7064965396054956028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7064965396054956028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7064965396054956028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/im.html' title='I&apos;m.....'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-3293984872079680160</id><published>2009-06-18T16:33:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:19:54.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderfully Sunway &amp; A Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I promised you guys pictures right?? Ha, since I'm really free, I'll post them up and show you how fun it was on that day.. As in when my friends and I were at Sunway and that weird but nice restaurant.Well, let's start rolling the pictures..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sjn96C3V9_I/AAAAAAAAAdE/AALDExTlNRc/s400/DSC00672.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348585206122412018" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lot of them admiring the architecture of the run down building. Jk!! I didn't know what they were doing actually. Don't ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sjn-XnUTBBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ikm33jJrD9E/s400/DSC00675.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348585714123736082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eh, nice kitty. He was wondering what the heck?? My coordinates are compromised!!! Geddit??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you don't. == Neither do I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, since I was enjoying life in the wet..... and dry, I couldn't take pictures as you can see, my phone or camera is neither waterproof nor shockproof. So off we go to the scene where we were eating our heart out at a restaurant near there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sjn_o3nPHgI/AAAAAAAAAdU/nM-q2QZjuhE/s400/DSC00676.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348587110067543554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, now I remember, Flaming Steamboat Buffet. Read the statements above. Not bad right? Worth eating!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SjoALU-KaVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/QxRPpiIK13c/s400/DSC00678.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348587702063884626" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shoot, Sideways. Sorrys!! Well, the lot waiting for the restaurant to open. The hungry lot!! We looked really desperate to be honest. See what I see? A funny poser waving at me!! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SjoBc-JxQGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/EGjLV98BJ2Q/s400/DSC00682.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348589104687824994" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boon trying to interact with the others but they were busy gulping down every last bit of food available to be taken over there. Hahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SjoB6Ef9K5I/AAAAAAAAAds/6JmQvWg39KY/s400/DSC00689.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348589604607699858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eheh!! Look at that, a chocolate fondue everyone!! As I said, worth every penny for this one. Gosh, that restaurant owes me one!! I'm promoting and I'm not getting paid!! Ish..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SjoCZhOUyGI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7zK0qzSevWQ/s400/DSC00690.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348590144894322786" /&gt;MY ICE-CREAM!!!! Yea, mine, all mine!! This piece of art was like a superstar. With loads of pictures snapped. It must've felt boastful but the fame was shortlived. My mouth took a mouthful of it and melte right in my mouth. Like duh!! Every ice-cream will melt if it goes into your mouth!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SjoDDR30pTI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Y7GEijoM02E/s400/DSC00694.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348590862327915826" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the rubbish I ate. You see, since it was a seafood buffet, we had to try everything. But it is surprising to see these little fellas created. And actually, they are fishballs. Yea, like wth??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SjoDsoCf0HI/AAAAAAAAAeE/NqWI4TgSoWA/s400/DSC00696.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348591572652904562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, last picture before I close. KUI LING, if ever you read this post. Be envious.. Yes, be envious!! I touched it!! Muahahahaha!! Want the picture of the back of this car? Beg me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, as I promised.. BYE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;This sentence is for a few of you. If you think you are this person, continue reading.. If not, forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Never look down in your capabilities. Whenever you think you're bad in something, work harder into it. Someday, you'll definitely gain from it. Its okay to get bad results once in a while. It wakes you up. Reading other things like books, newspapers will help ALOT. If you really need help, find a book called RPE(Revised Primary English. Singapore) book. I know it will help you. Trust me. Sometimes its not the fact that you're weak in that. Speaking and writing are two different things. Practice writing. Writing to someone or to yourself. Read the newspaper a lot will definitely help. Being sad over it and just thinking more and more about it won't help. Do something. I never did pity you. From the start i knew you were capable of nailing the paper. You definitely can. I believe you can. Now prove to everyone and stop feeling sad over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6347838397287399040-3293984872079680160?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3293984872079680160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=3293984872079680160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3293984872079680160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3293984872079680160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/wonderfully-sunway-restaurant.html' title='Wonderfully Sunway &amp; A Restaurant'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sjn96C3V9_I/AAAAAAAAAdE/AALDExTlNRc/s72-c/DSC00672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-1281841708757438159</id><published>2009-06-13T00:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:41:10.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mish Mash of Art &amp; Feeling Alien</title><content type='html'>Do you feel alienated at times when you're at a place and the other people around you talk other kinds of language that you can barely capture and understand. Yesh, I was at FGA CYC. Errrr, not really.. But their event of some sort. Talking 'bout hell.. As in HELL. You read that right, HELL!! The speaker not bad la. Super strict but really gets the meaning into you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And about art.... I still have that art folio to take care of. Its not finished yet and the deadline is like three days from now. Sigh. A few pictures to show my commitment to my work. Heh! Still got time to take pictures but no time for art. Haha!! What irony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SjKBZgVp47I/AAAAAAAAAcs/KgpnAZcarCM/s400/DSC00715.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346477982819673010" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See? Hardworking right? xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SjKB9U-VURI/AAAAAAAAAc0/nWT78-ROQlw/s400/DSC00716.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346478598244356370" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice hor? But that's a picture I printed out. Not something I drew. Hehehs. I realized I may not be able to go anywhere as in progressing if I were still that slow. If I'd continue like that, it'd take a year or so to complete so I decided to go to Boon Kit's house to keep me on course to do my work. But......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SjKC2IBYV8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/A8Iv0_ORCGw/s400/DSC00718.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346479574020020162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I end up playing his iPod Touch. Cheh!! Waste my time. In fact, I had so much fun, the work I originally wanted to do was like put aside. Not much could be done. Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To sum it all up, my week was not entirely wasted badly. Instead, it was wasted rather beneficially. As in 'beneficially'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-1281841708757438159?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1281841708757438159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=1281841708757438159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/1281841708757438159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/1281841708757438159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/mish-mash-of-art-feeling-alien.html' title='A Mish Mash of Art &amp; Feeling Alien'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SjKBZgVp47I/AAAAAAAAAcs/KgpnAZcarCM/s72-c/DSC00715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-4384745304236609499</id><published>2009-06-09T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:57:36.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Talk - Fair Indians &amp; a Whole Lot of Gibberish!!</title><content type='html'>You see right, there were two indian girls talking to each other when I was paying my tuition fees. So while we were lining up they both interacted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Girl 1: Eh, you become darker already lah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Girl 2: (With an astonished sound) What? Really? Eh, you become darker too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Girl 1: (In disbelief) Where got?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Girl 2: Got!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They went ahead and paid their fees and went to their respective classes after that. The thing that kept me thinking was, they weren't fair indians, no offence. I looked at them and well,  was dumbfounded and seriously tried to contain my laughter, you have to see the other guy next to me. He was crying. I mean he laughed till he cried. Duh!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not to offend any race but the thing is, if you're really really really dark, you don't have to comment on how much darker you've been cause you see, for others there's no difference. ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-4384745304236609499?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4384745304236609499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=4384745304236609499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/4384745304236609499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/4384745304236609499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-talk.html' title='Short Talk - Fair Indians &amp; a Whole Lot of Gibberish!!'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-8066054980863813587</id><published>2009-06-09T16:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:31:23.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah-Hah!! Sushi Sushi Sushi!!!</title><content type='html'>You see, on Wednesday I went out.......... Err, well. That day was like superbly wonderful but sadly not many pictures about anything except for food. You see, the purpose of this post is to make your mouth drool with envy and obviously saliva.. Like duh!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after a movie we went for lunch. I forgot the name of the place but its Japanese. I don't wanna babble so much and let your mouth water. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Si4a3XgWD2I/AAAAAAAAAcU/fnJk_Wh7QnI/s400/DSC00707.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345239346240163682" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Si4aRfjqb0I/AAAAAAAAAcE/5vJ3G8X_VMQ/s400/DSC00706.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345238695566536514" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nah nah nah, I told you. Isn't your mouth watering now? The picture above is mine. Tempura was like that dish's theme so yea, I had tempura as my main course. Know what? Pepper also  fried with tempura. ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Si4bWSu2E1I/AAAAAAAAAcc/vZ9yPc91-Q0/s400/DSC00708.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345239877534749522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahha, then there was this uberly cool wasabi. Shaped into a leaf. xD Like so sad need to break it to eat with. Sigh, poor leaf. I mean wasabi.&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Si4bwFo4eBI/AAAAAAAAAck/btB6YD3oT0o/s400/DSC00710.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345240320696678418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhhhh, finishing the pieces of the scrumptious Japanese meal. Peekaboo!! Look who's there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, that's all for that mouth watering post. Ignore my googoogaga language. I'm somewhat errrr, feeling gaga right now. Oh yea, just forgotten, the place is located in Mid Valley. Haha, weirdly, not many customers in the restaurant cause of the hefty price you need to pay for the food but then if you don't mind spending, go for it cause right, the food there super filling, super tasty and then super big portion. But the money also big portion la. Depends on whether or not you are willing to spend that amount of money. If you really wanna know the place, then ask me la k? Oh wells, gaga for now. xD I'm not liking lady gaga alright, its just that my way of typing is like gaga as in childish, not her. Ah, forget it la.&lt;/div&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/6347838397287399040-8066054980863813587?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8066054980863813587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=8066054980863813587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8066054980863813587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8066054980863813587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/gah-hah-sushi-sushi-sushi.html' title='Gah-Hah!! Sushi Sushi Sushi!!!'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Si4a3XgWD2I/AAAAAAAAAcU/fnJk_Wh7QnI/s72-c/DSC00707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-7731981447017378071</id><published>2009-06-03T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:58:42.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tags (Dislike them!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Was tagged by Daniel. Wanted to post about something else one but its ok la. I'll do this first and I'll proceed to the next tomorrow. Done!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 100 Truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color:text1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Last beverage: Tea with Grape Flavour. Hah!! Bet you don't drink that often do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. Last phone call: Me calling somebody? Errrr, Not sure, I pressed #(hash) and called it accidentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. Last text message: Babybabybaby!!! Wait, Sherril just text-ed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Last song you listened to: I Predict A Riot by Kaiser Chiefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. Last time you cried: Gosh!! That's ages ago....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. Dated someone twice: Nooops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. Been cheated on: Nooops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: NOT AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9. Lost someone special: Yeaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10. Been depressed: Uncountable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up: I admit!!! I've been drunk before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;12. Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;13. Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;14. Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;15. Made a new friend: A few of em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;16. Fallen out of love: NOOOOPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: I did but I don't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: In a way, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: 2009?? I found mine loooong loooong loooong ago!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: Not sure, I don't think I'm that interesting to talk about unless I'm Brad Pitt himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: Don't get you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: All perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;23. How many kids do you want?: Three!! Three!! Three!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Do you have any pets: Sighs, mom says I don't take care of them so its no use having one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: Errrr, nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: I don't quite remember. Oh yea, a little celebration(Friends and Family) and presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: 9.02 a.m to be precise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night: Watching late night movies with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: Gosh!! I couldn't wait for an outing with her. But its done with so I don't have anything I CANNOT wait for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother: Seconds ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Being more vigilant on how my life revolves around God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;32. What are you listening to right now : Reptilia by The Strokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yeap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now: My download for The Underworld: Tomb Raider game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;35. Most visited webpage: Youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;36. Whats your real name: Joshua Leong Sheh Ming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;37. Nicknames: Josh, Joshie, Josherina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;38. Relationship Status: With her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;39. Zodiac sign: Aquarius but I don't believe them shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;40. Male or female?: Male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;41. Primary School?: Sekolah Rendah Sri Sempurna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;42. Secondary School?: SMK Seri Mutiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;43. High school/college?: Not sure about that yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;44. Hair colour: Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;45. Long or short: Medium, preferably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color:text1;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;46. Height: 17something.. Forgot about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?: NOOPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;48: What do you like about yourself?: Errr, not sure.. Seriously.. Outgoing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;49. Piercings: Why torture yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;50. Tattoos: Again, say no to torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;51. Righty or lefty: Right handed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;52. First surgery: Not sure actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;53. First piercing: I told you i don't do torture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;54. First best friend: Joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;55. First sport you joined: Errr, football? I forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;56. First vacation: Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;58. First pair of trainers: Nike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color:text1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;59. Eating: Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;60. Drinking: Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;61. I'm about to: Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;62. Listening to: Nothing. That's pretty awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;63. Waiting on: Finishing this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;YOUR FUTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;64. Want kids?: Uhuh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;65. Get Married?: Yeap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;66. Career?: Businessman or chemical engineering or I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;67. Lips or eyes: Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;68. Hugs or kisses: Daniel said it right.. Depends on the situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;69. Shorter or taller: Taller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;70. Older or Younger: Younger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: Romantic and spontaneous. You have to be both to be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;73. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant: Neither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;76. Kissed a stranger? : Nooops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: Admitedly, yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;78. Lost glasses/contact: I don't even wear one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;79. Sex on first date: NOOOPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;80. Broken someone's heart: Nah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;82. Been arrested: What for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;83. Turned someone down: Loads of times. Going out la of course. What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;84. Cried when someone died: I did actually. Not crying on someone's deathbed is inhumane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?: What? I don't get you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;86. Yourself: Yeap!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;87. Miracles: Obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;88. Love at first sight: Depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;89. Heaven: Definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;90. Santa Claus: Do I look 3 to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: Not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;92. Angels: Yeap!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: NoooOOOOooooOOOooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;95. Did you sing today?: Uhuhuhuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?: NoooOOOOoooOOOOooOoooOooOOo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: Err, not sure. I guess I don't want to. I like my life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: Yesterday(the outing with you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color:text1;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths?: Uhuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color:text1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color:text1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color:text1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) That's all, I'm supposed to tag him but i don't tag anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;color:black;mso-thememso-ansi-language:EN-MY;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language: AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:5.0pt;color:text1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today was fun. Or is it yesterday? xD Oh wells, nice day indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-7731981447017378071?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7731981447017378071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=7731981447017378071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7731981447017378071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7731981447017378071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/tags-dislike-them.html' title='Tags (Dislike them!!!)'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-3154182866482557773</id><published>2009-05-31T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:43:25.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errr, What Shall I Name This Topic As?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; Just came back from J.W Marriott. I hope I didn't spell it wrongly. Had a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;PLEASANT&lt;/span&gt; lunch!!! But I was rather bored and cold while waiting for my father to finish his Investing meeting of some sort. But seriously, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NICE LUNCH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what? While I was going back home on Friday, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Usually, Fridays I take buses as in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PUBLIC&lt;/span&gt; buses home cause I attend crappy tuition.)&lt;/span&gt; there were two guys sittting beside me. The reason I'm talking about this is because I think they &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; gay. Sigh. Was it just me or were they looking at each other with slutty faces? Urgh!! Really, don't be cynical. It's true.. They were looking at each other weirdly. And and and... I had to be in between them. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, know what? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MUSE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their awesomeness level : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;can never be rated!!!&lt;/span&gt; Nuff said.&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/6347838397287399040-3154182866482557773?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3154182866482557773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=3154182866482557773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3154182866482557773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3154182866482557773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/05/errr-what-shall-i-name-this-topic-as.html' title='Errr, What Shall I Name This Topic As?'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-7440676566164078622</id><published>2009-05-28T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:48:57.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally, Exams are OVER!!! And I mean OVER!!! Woohoo!! *leaps with an attitude of a retard* xD  Okays, so I'm officially back with my blogging. Well, I have to summarize everything. Firstly, exams were extremely terrible, horritible and vegetable!! But I managed it. My chemy is giving good signs of getting good results. A1 baby!!(I hope) Hahaha!! I just know I improved but I really have to buck up in Physics. Sighs.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Errrrrr, my mind is kind of blank right now. Its like its not producing any brain juices for IDEAS!!!! Gah!!!! Oh wells, I shall blog another time with thousand and one things in mind and a whole lot more out of it. Okay? Oh yea, I saw a small boy pissing down the road and gosh, it reminds me of my childhood. &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(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Grandma: You cannot tahan d?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Me: Yea!!! Popo, cannot d..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Grandma: Nah nah, go pee on the corner there, no one see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Me: Yer!! *goes to the corner despite saying yer* Then everybody can see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Grandma: Aiya, so small. *shows one third of her pinkie* No one will see one la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Me: relieves self.&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;Haha!! Okay, enough of self embarasment, I will blog another time. Not now, seriously nothing in my brain. All squeezed out for exams d. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what? I like IKEA. Weird ay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-7440676566164078622?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7440676566164078622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=7440676566164078622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7440676566164078622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7440676566164078622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally.html' title='Finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-6078794058703583302</id><published>2009-05-16T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:19:45.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sg5lDNPE8LI/AAAAAAAAAb8/-6iLEStNaYs/s1600-h/Rubbish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sg5lDNPE8LI/AAAAAAAAAb8/-6iLEStNaYs/s400/Rubbish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336313714247528626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You must be wondering what this picture is all about. Well, for those of you who goes to Kasturi for tuition. Some of you might think of where to eat. Am I right? And since there are quite a number of stalls so why not try some of the places. Okay, where am I getting to? Oh well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, this picture represents stalls at the back lane of a row of shops very near Kasturi tuition centre. (Don't mind about the colour first) So over there, there is a row of shops lined up in a row to serve customers.  So since I was new and I liked the pork noodle over there, I went there to eat with my friends before tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well, that day was like really packed and usually, I would sit at the table with the yellow colour since its easy to get in and out before and after eating but since the place was really packed, we decided to sit at the purple coloured table. You see, we sat at the purple coloured table and there was this aunty that kept pestering us to buy drinks. I was wondering why cause I just didn't feel like drinking those drinks. I had my own share of water so why bother. But she kept pestering us. Then when we finally said no. She gave a long face and like condemned us in a quiet tone. I went over to the normal store I used to go and ordered and she said she wouldn't entertain me since I sit over there. I finally realized that we were sitting in the drinking lady's sector. That means the colours shown is like their territory. When you sit there, you are 'owned' by them. You HAVE to buy their things to eat or drink. More like an entrance fee. Reluctantly, I smiled back to the lady and ordered a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teh tarik&lt;/span&gt; just to get her off from buzzing around us and saying rubbish and pretend like we can't hear her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the green coloured store sold pork noodle too but it wasn't as good as the other but I had to buy to fill the emptiness of my stomach. Then after the food and everything. Quickly, I stomped my way to tuition. Really can't stand that lady. Seriously.. And I had to fake a smile and everything. Gosh!! Wanna whack her d.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-6078794058703583302?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6078794058703583302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=6078794058703583302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6078794058703583302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6078794058703583302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/05/dumbness.html' title='Dumbness'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sg5lDNPE8LI/AAAAAAAAAb8/-6iLEStNaYs/s72-c/Rubbish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-156211147695437831</id><published>2009-05-09T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:40:30.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Gah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Exams are next week and here I am doing nonsensical stuff. Anyways, I'm downloading a game NOW!!! And its moving rather SLOWLY!!!! Gosh!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see. I'm downloading a game called Rollercoaster Tycoon 3. During my younger days, the Rollercoaster Tycoon franchise was like one of the best tycoon games around. Yea, top of its game. Okay, proceed. Enough of rubbish game history.&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 started downloading at 4.00pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.00pm: 0% of 2.89gb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.00pm: 3% of 2.89gb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.00pm: 5% of 2.89gb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.00pm: 6% of 2.89gb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.00pm: 8% of 2.89gb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.00pm: 11% of 2.89gb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.00pm: 13% of 2.89gb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.33pm: 14.9% of 2.89gb&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 am dying!!!!! My gosh, the game is downloading superbly slow!!! I remembered saying I am about to upload pics about the day I went out. But to your utmost disappointment, I am not able to cause I'm FREAKING downloading this game!!!! I'm getting pretty frustrated. Gosh!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-156211147695437831?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/156211147695437831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=156211147695437831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/156211147695437831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/156211147695437831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/05/gah.html' title='Gah!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-834188870394985258</id><published>2009-05-04T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:41:14.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunway Lagoon and Exams</title><content type='html'>First things first. Exams around the corner so posts are really a rarity. So wait till my exam really finishes and I'll continue blogging alright.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I went to Sunway again!!! Superbly fun with a tinge of boringness la of course. My back aches over the happening which happened yesterday. You still don't understand? Sunburn la!!!!! Talk about what happened in Sunway lagoon a bit later.  Then right, we went to this restaurant near Sunway. We were at wits end when finding its destination cause we aren't Subang people. But after every possible way, *ahem* *3G*, we found it finally and to be honest. It was really really really close. We were bliinnnddddd. The food there was NICE...... Errrr, wait. That's not entirely true. Its okay la. I mean its up to normal dining standards. But seriously cheap. rm19.90 per person for seafood buffet wei. The good news is, its near Sunway and I guess you know over there, food is rather expensive. Over here, roti canai is 80 cents, over there roti canai rm2 is possible. Yea, that bad. So 20 bucks for a buffet really near Sunway is worth a try. Wanna go for a taste? Its called Flaming Seafood Restaurant if not mistaken. Credits to See Na who found it. Thanks a lot!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures will be up soon. I promise!!!! *cross fingers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough of using the com already. Shuts com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-834188870394985258?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/834188870394985258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=834188870394985258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/834188870394985258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/834188870394985258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunway-lagoon-and-exams.html' title='Sunway Lagoon and Exams'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-3575449123390767134</id><published>2009-04-29T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:12:37.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>At times, you do regret what you did, don't you? You look back and think if there was a way to manipulate the time back to where it started. I regret what I did. Don't you? What am I ranting? Gosh!! Mind me. I'm just confused perhaps. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing. Imagine... Just if you were talking to this person a few hours ago. Everything was fine when suddenly, you receive a call stating that the person you were talking to just a few hours ago died in a car accident. Sigh.. I shan't elaborate much. My condolences to you guys. I'm sorry about your dad.&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="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I missed somebody.. I wish she knows, but I wonder if she even cares to know. I hope she does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6347838397287399040-3575449123390767134?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3575449123390767134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=3575449123390767134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3575449123390767134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3575449123390767134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/04/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-6823138304294735260</id><published>2009-04-19T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:51:13.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paroimia</title><content type='html'>Paroimia was a BLAST!!!! Nice PLAY guys!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paroimia means a parable in Greek. For some of you who don't know what a parable is, it means a short story. A lil like a Fable's way of story telling but in a religious way. If you know what I mean.&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&gt;The place was packed like CRAZY with many people rejected. But I got in!!!! Maybe because I'm just too good to be true so they let me in. Hahahaha!! Noola, Have to thank Justina. xD Thanks for the ticket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I brought two people there LAST MINUTE!! Hehehs!! Praise be to God!!!&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&gt;The play was like Superb with many funny scenes and well, 'scary' scenes if you get what I mean and it was really well made.(They conveyed the meaning of the story nicely.) I don't wanna type out the summary. So go see for yourself. It's still held next week on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Better book, book, book!! If not, you sit outside..&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;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SesrozyBiMI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Wl7wBIWV91w/s400/paroimia.jpg.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326398964390529218" /&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;P.S: This looks like I'm promoting right? Well, I am... -.- Carmen, make up your mind!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-6823138304294735260?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6823138304294735260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=6823138304294735260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6823138304294735260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6823138304294735260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/04/paroimia.html' title='Paroimia'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SesrozyBiMI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Wl7wBIWV91w/s72-c/paroimia.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-191260837835094663</id><published>2009-04-17T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:06:47.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week!!</title><content type='html'>Gah!! Stupid week. Pressure building!! Exams next week and here I am starting to study. Oh, the agony!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teachers going beserk. Usual stuff. Calling us names and bla bla. Don't wanna elaborate..&lt;/div&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;I'm left alone to go to Paroimia. Heck!! And after persuading and getting so many yes-ses and now... Gah!! Who cares..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid week!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furthermore, somebody hurt my fingers. You know those crocodile clips? Yea, those..  During an experiment, a dude used those clips and like tried to clip our(boys) ni**les. I was one of the victims and I avoided and he like flung the crocodile clip at me scrapping my fingers. Then like now, I can see my meat. Sigh. But he's denying that he's done it. Oh well.. It's healing anyways. Doc says I have to put lotion and a plaster to avoid infection but why bother. With the plaster on, longer time to heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah..... But there's one positive side that happened this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, as I was getting home after tuition(which is like an hour ago), there was this cute little girl who stared at me...... then smiled and waved at me. Yups, it melted my heart. I waved back and continued my journey home. Argh!! I wanna squeeze her cheeks like some dumbodibbledoodoo. She is UBERLY cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, you got that right.. She made my week!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6347838397287399040-191260837835094663?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/191260837835094663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=191260837835094663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/191260837835094663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/191260837835094663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-week.html' title='My Week!!'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-1872906559086257297</id><published>2009-04-13T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:17:04.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errr.. What Should I Say?</title><content type='html'>Ah, I went to Glad Tidings for their event. Acting was promising but the intention for this play, in my opinion was off course. Ah well, but it was for good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry about not having pictures and everything. Basically, I'm busy.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea, daddy bought a NEW com!! YESH!!!!!!!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No worries, I'll be active once again after exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-1872906559086257297?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1872906559086257297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=1872906559086257297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/1872906559086257297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/1872906559086257297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/04/errr-what-should-i-say.html' title='Errr.. What Should I Say?'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-7591685145816280518</id><published>2009-04-10T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:00:55.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sick</title><content type='html'>Teacher went beserk yesterday. You see, I was totally baffled over her reactions. Calling us names like errr, as far as I could remember was Syaitan. (Devil in malay) Yea!!&lt;div&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;Well, anyways.. I'm sorry for not updating much. Cause exams are like 2 weeks from now. Sigh.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My head is still spinning 360 degrees. I can't smell a thing. Yes, not even my grandmother's fart. I'm experiencing a bleed in my in my nose and I'm having a very bad chest cough. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;URGH!! So much for not drinking enough water. So guys, PLEASE drink enough water alright? Don't be like me. Or if you want to, I don't mind!! The more, the merrier!! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-7591685145816280518?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7591685145816280518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=7591685145816280518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7591685145816280518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7591685145816280518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m Sick'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-7867131136768951129</id><published>2009-04-06T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:48:41.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Bloggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In blogs, there are 5 things to stay away from.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Writting about boring things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   For example: I go to school eat bread. Inside got tuna and ham. I have fun chatting with Jerry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                            He so fun. Oh yea, I'm hearing song now. Got nothing to say d. Bye. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(Dude, get a                               life)&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;BROKEN ENGLISH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    For example: I very de lik him lo. Efrywere I go he go. So de hoi sam. He sooo fantastik. I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                            LURB HIM!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(Seriously, stay away from these people.)&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Trying to be funny even if you aren't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   For example: I wear trousers to school today. Isn't that funny? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(You okay?)&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Blogging the same thing the others are blogging about too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   For example: Ali blogs about earth hour for example. Don't follow!! But if you don't know, that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                           isn't your problem. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(Please for the second time, GET A LIFE!!!)&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;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Putting weird backgrounds and trying to be somebody you aren't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   For example: A guy puts hello kitty as his background. Not because he thinks its an insult but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                           thinks its rather cool. In school, he's a total jerk. In his blog, he tries to be 'cool'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                           &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(NOOOOOO!! Don't!!)&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, these are the steps you need to take to be a good blogger. xD Like me!!! (Perasan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-7867131136768951129?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7867131136768951129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=7867131136768951129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7867131136768951129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7867131136768951129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-bloggers.html' title='About Bloggers'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-4589787998061015816</id><published>2009-04-02T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:10:33.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaners....and Some</title><content type='html'>Today was weird.... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WEIRD!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After school, I made my way to the toilet to do urm, boys' business. So at that area, they had to toilets and one of the toilets had two cleaners cleaning the toilet so I decided to make my way to the other one. Weirdly enough, one of the cleaners said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Sayang, masuk tandas sini."&lt;/span&gt; Okay, she says Sayang every single time so there's nothing to feel awkward. Well, I thought they wanted to clean the other toilet so I went in this one. &lt;div&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;So in Seri Mutiara, boys have a weird way of urm, doing their business but well, since there was 'company', we had to do it the normal way. Urgh!!! Sounds so disgusting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; its a fact. Anyways, after I finished it, there wasn't a flushing system. It was spoiled in easier terms. So I came out. Then one of the cleaners said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Whoa!! kencing lelaki sangat busuk, mesti kerana la* ji** mereka sangat busuk." &lt;/span&gt;I was somewhat dumbfounded. Like what??????? Dude, that is like super sickening. And I'm like in the toilet. Urgh!!! Sick day indeed. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Dude, sometimes some teachers are really brainless!!!! You expect us to stay for some Kursus Kepimpinan till 5.30.. You know that we are taking SPM this year and every single day is crucial. You are one of those lazy teachers I know of and you still force us to stay? What do you think you are? &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/6347838397287399040-4589787998061015816?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4589787998061015816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=4589787998061015816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/4589787998061015816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/4589787998061015816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/04/cleaners.html' title='Cleaners....and Some'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-973304097311492922</id><published>2009-03-30T14:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:11:12.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CG Outing</title><content type='html'>Cg Outing was like last last Saturday. Well, gladly, it was a stayover. xD I don't remember much but we went to church to meet and then we were divided into two groups to enter different cars to go to a person's house to stay. Whoa!! Sound so complicating right? Okay, so we went there to bond with each other. In other words, we went there to get us closer to each other.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Activities: Basketball, barbeque, midnight basketball.&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&gt;I couldn't take pictures of the activities cause I was too busy immersing myself into the activities. But I did take random pictures when I was free. Pictures!!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SdBsnfCrqLI/AAAAAAAAAbE/wBOmFGCzoU4/s400/DSC00646.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318870585528002738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were preparing enough meat for the barbeque. I forgot what meat this was but it sure was tasty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SdBs48WwkiI/AAAAAAAAAbM/8rrx7-US5rU/s400/DSC00647.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318870885454615074" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gavin was reading all these books or was it his sister? I hope its your sister man. This book is GAY!! In a good way. But not for us boys to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SdBtWq7lFzI/AAAAAAAAAbU/XSzLHl6jymc/s400/DSC00649.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318871396173289266" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hans trying to kiss Nixon. You see, having 15 boys in a house is really gay. Trust me or Hans. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SdBuLtLhxTI/AAAAAAAAAbc/GVF2v5nKulU/s400/DSC00650.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318872307310118194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hans hugging Nixon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D2cInjp80Q8/SdBvHZpYdZI/AAAAAAAAAbk/D1xrmW0DqzM/s400/DSC00652.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318873332858779026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, motion blur. Oh well, we were playing RISK. Philip won... sadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After RISK, we went to sleep. You see, Abel and Philip couldn't sleep so they tried to sabo me which failed. So since I was awake they asked me and Hans to join them to sabo others. Something happened but I wasn't involved!! I just witnesed it, that's all. xD So after everything settled down and everything, we went to church and went back after that since we didn't get any sleep. Oh, btw, I got my television set already!!! All set for the new com!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-973304097311492922?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/973304097311492922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=973304097311492922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/973304097311492922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/973304097311492922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/03/cg-outing.html' title='CG Outing'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SdBsnfCrqLI/AAAAAAAAAbE/wBOmFGCzoU4/s72-c/DSC00646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-3309134968750953674</id><published>2009-03-26T15:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:03:35.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edwin's Barbeque</title><content type='html'>Delayed post once again. I remember that it was last friday if not mistaken, I went for tuition then to Edwin's place for his birthday. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Okay, First things first. I wanna say that the world is really rubbish nowadays. My phone almost got stolen while boarding the bus. Super pissed over that guy. He slipped his hands into my pocket when it was crowded. I felt it so I hit his hand. By the way, we were getting down at that time. I stared at that stranger with the meanest look I had. He on the other hand pretended I was invincible and tried to disappear. Good thing God was with me and my phone wasn't stolen. Phew!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyways, after tuition, I proceeded to Edwin's place with Weng Hong. Played a bit of Xbox360 and straight to barbeque. Honestly speaking, it wasn't that nice as expected, maybe because of the lack of help from the other attendees. Anyways, I experienced first hand camwhore session for the first time with these dumbo-s. We were mimicking a character's expression. Some were not it's expression and was vulgar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Daniel!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Scs1bEA5Y0I/AAAAAAAAAa8/pYYEuZEfZmM/s400/DSC00634.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317402524091245378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Weng Hong being gay with Yik Yau. Look at them feeding each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Scsxq7HgsnI/AAAAAAAAAaE/u3aeN__Oxu8/s400/DSC00637.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317398398534464114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;#1 Daniel looks like Santa Clause. Only in green and white. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/ScsyNgg02wI/AAAAAAAAAaM/kG9NVWwY13M/s400/DSC00635.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317398992688306946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;#2 All three of us look like constipated dumb dumbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/ScsyrxwUZEI/AAAAAAAAAaU/FmstegUuG6U/s400/DSC00639.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317399512712766530" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;#3 Look!! Kuan Yoke joining the fun. The most sporting picture goes to Bernard and Joshua!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/ScszMwWmMqI/AAAAAAAAAac/Pl0xomhJtCI/s400/DSC00640.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317400079272129186" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;#4. Funny expressions!! Weird ones!! Yoke, the pose isn't supposed to be like that!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/ScszmzEgmDI/AAAAAAAAAak/r6Coc8JVXq8/s400/DSC00641.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317400526678169650" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;#5 Vulgar ay Daniel?? But the rest of us are cute aren't we? Awww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Scs0Xc7vl9I/AAAAAAAAAas/KtnG2oPX1K0/s400/DSC00642.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317401362549413842" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;#6 Okay, there's a story behind this. While we were making funny faces, Daniel went beserk and made a humping pose right behind Bernard. Bernard didn't make this face expression purposely but thinking about it, it does go along with the humping pose doesn't it? Daniel was saying that Bernard was like urm, being humped by him. LOL!! Now that's sick but seriously, CLASSIC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Scs1PXC0FsI/AAAAAAAAAa0/1SwzELqAeBg/s400/DSC00644.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317402323041130178" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Birthday boy with his Juliet. What is Edwin doing? He's holding the utensil like he was going to kill sombody. I hope he doesn't want to kill me. *Hoping!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went home at twelve. Daddy fetched me all the way. Thank you!!! Hmmm, I don't camwhore but this is something I consider fun. Laughing all the way with the weird pictures. Unlike those who pose with those 'Fat Hao' looks. Seriously intolerable. =P That's all people. Ciao!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-3309134968750953674?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3309134968750953674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=3309134968750953674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3309134968750953674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3309134968750953674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/03/edwins-barbeque.html' title='Edwin&apos;s Barbeque'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Scs1bEA5Y0I/AAAAAAAAAa8/pYYEuZEfZmM/s72-c/DSC00634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-8764969383425024438</id><published>2009-03-25T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:22:50.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25th of March, A Day to Remember</title><content type='html'>You know when you wanna follow your father's footsteps in becoming a good parent like him, that's because he &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;IS REAL GOOD? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, I wanna be like him in the future. A good parent. He made me realize what this world is about and cared for me better than he could for himself!!&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="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6347838397287399040-8764969383425024438?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8764969383425024438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=8764969383425024438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8764969383425024438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8764969383425024438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/03/25th-of-march-day-to-remember.html' title='25th of March, A Day to Remember'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-4268557813393799564</id><published>2009-03-23T23:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:37:43.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Li Ling's Birthday (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>So the birthday cake was created to an almost perfection!! Haha.. Just kidding. Then we headed to The Ling's crib WITHOUT the song to meet the rest. Apparently, she was out with her friends shopping I suppose and we were supposed to meet the rest and give her a surprise in her room.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Scex-g39UpI/AAAAAAAAAY8/QWlcZ646JQ8/s400/DSC00617.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316413572668805778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see here, Jonathan is showing off. He was carrying the guitar but no song was composed. Okay, I was to blame too. Didn't pay much attention to creating a song. So we had to sing the normal happy birthday song. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D2cInjp80Q8/Scey1bYp38I/AAAAAAAAAZE/x42JyMM6Zb0/s400/DSC00618.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316414516088135618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Posers!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sce0jmTpBVI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Exl7tG8-a24/s400/DSC00621.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316416408805508434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Posers again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Scez8MXzrFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/fxI3awqMKYk/s400/DSC00620.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316415731828763730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were waiting.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sce1IvywDYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/W4pZlxb1mk4/s400/DSC00622.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316417047007071618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She came.. Surprised!! Then came to cutting cake. Look, she's waiting for her Valentine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sce1rezkvxI/AAAAAAAAAZk/wjMN1DMtCuk/s400/DSC00625.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316417643742543634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not the entire group picture but still, this is the most I've got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sce2zibK_0I/AAAAAAAAAZs/i4r22adysNQ/s400/DSC00627.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316418881664515906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was with the boys. I'm in it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sce3Nav_hHI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/dm7iLILtWgg/s400/DSC00631.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316419326280959090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then when we were done talking and hanging around, we went to mamak before going back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So that was basically what happened during Li Ling's birthday party. Fun you're asking? Yes!! Very much. With the YPF!! That's classic. Okay, gotta go. Byes!!&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/6347838397287399040-4268557813393799564?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4268557813393799564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=4268557813393799564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/4268557813393799564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/4268557813393799564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/03/li-lings-birthday-part-2.html' title='Li Ling&apos;s Birthday (Part 2)'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Scex-g39UpI/AAAAAAAAAY8/QWlcZ646JQ8/s72-c/DSC00617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-461954211798392136</id><published>2009-03-21T01:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T02:14:53.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Li Ling's Birthday (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>I just got back from Edwin's birthday party. Okay, another birthday you must say. Yea, my days are pretty much packed up right now. Anyways, I'm talking about Li Ling's birthday which happened yesterday. Wait, since its 1 plus in the morning now, it'll be two days ago.. -.- So I walked to Wei-I's house to bake a cake and create a birthday song for the birthday girl with Jonathan but before that, GUITAR HERO!!!&lt;div&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;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/ScPUGX_ZqjI/AAAAAAAAAX8/kik_9MJwcQU/s400/DSC00599.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315325191211559474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look!! The girl on the left side is Jonathan and the right rocker is ME!! Johnny Napalm!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Screams like Mick Jagger* (Btw, Guitar hero is my FAVOURITE game for now!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/ScPVQGudWqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/A_dxdNXE1Pw/s400/DSC00600.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315326457887414946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See, firstly start with chocolate. Made out of butter, cocoa powder and lotsa sugar. Seriously, I started out mixing the contents together but then realized that Wei I was supposed to melt the butter before adding the cocoa powder. Instead, she mixed the whole thing together and I stirred. Miraculously, the chocolate wasn't burnt and it tasted HEAVENLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/ScPW3pSPSyI/AAAAAAAAAYM/_52VLmDAnK8/s400/DSC00603.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315328236690819874" /&gt;Next, I had to skim the mixture with this egg beater or wahtever you call it. Quite fun actually. I had to beat it till it was real smooth. But after sometime, it hardened and I was like SHOOT, what's happening?? Then Wei Li(twins ma) added an egg and I had to beat again then whip it with a wooden spoon. Then it became soft once again and HEAVENLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/ScPYlekIydI/AAAAAAAAAYU/LbSeBq0Ot_E/s400/DSC00605.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315330123598711250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When finished, we poured the mixture on the tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/ScPZQwMy10I/AAAAAAAAAYc/faRbtd8Sy8E/s400/DSC00606.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315330867067017026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now came the cheese part, we used half of the Philadelphia cheese and added beaten eggs and lotsa sugar. Then beat it up and skim it (if that's what you call it) with the egg beater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D2cInjp80Q8/ScPaPiZ0CsI/AAAAAAAAAYk/p3ZNmb0b04Q/s400/DSC00608.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315331945695283906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Wei Li became creative and used a spoon and scooped and layed it on top of the chocolate layer. Until it was filled then meddled with it to create a pattern. If you wanna do it, don't have to try to be as 'creative' as her. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D2cInjp80Q8/ScPbF4YbD5I/AAAAAAAAAYs/2GwWCDmU63c/s400/DSC00612.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315332879307968402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like this. Its Wei Li's hand. But it turned out okay and smelt HEAVENLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/ScPb6BFgPtI/AAAAAAAAAY0/vf5DADjCuX4/s400/DSC00614.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315333774997733074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like this!!! Not Secret Recipe style but taste just as good. Super proud of myself for being able to make this with two other ladies and not turning tables over. See, who said men are incapable? Guys, you have to thank me, I just brought you guys one notch higher. Haha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its really late, Its like 2 in the morning!!! Gotta go to sleep, will finish this in Part 2 and then Edwin's birthday and my CG outing tomorrow. Can't wait!! Okays, Ciao guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Try hearing Walk This Way by Aerosmith. Great sounds to my ears alright!!&lt;/span&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/6347838397287399040-461954211798392136?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/461954211798392136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=461954211798392136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/461954211798392136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/461954211798392136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/03/li-lings-birthday-part-1.html' title='Li Ling&apos;s Birthday (Part 1)'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/ScPUGX_ZqjI/AAAAAAAAAX8/kik_9MJwcQU/s72-c/DSC00599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-6869866193744666325</id><published>2009-03-18T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:57:15.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camwhoring</title><content type='html'>Looks like I'm too late to wish you all a Happy St. Patrick's day. A day to gain new friends without the care of race, colour and religion!! But still, who cares? I will wish you no matter what!!&lt;div&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;...Seriously, Ladies are camwhores. Not to forget &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Boys too. But mainly girls.. Including our Moms. Not sure about mine but I think overall, every girl is!! Give them a camera, soon its memory will burst cause of the amount of photos taken of themselves.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me... You don't? Ask &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z-A-B-O-O-M!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6347838397287399040-6869866193744666325?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6869866193744666325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=6869866193744666325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6869866193744666325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6869866193744666325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/03/camwhoring.html' title='Camwhoring'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-601759415378362572</id><published>2009-03-17T13:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:45:22.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Peek Into My Future</title><content type='html'>This post is about what happened two days back. Sorry for being so slow. Anyways, Sunday was normal and since church was near, we decided to stop by Mid Valley for an education fair. Chi Wei offered me to have dinner and badminton with them but I reluctantly said no since I couldn't make it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sb80CEkc5kI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2BbEuzoJFx0/s400/DSC00587.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314023295511488066" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eh wait, before venturing towards the education fair, I had a dose of McDonalds!! I need energy alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sb80yCq2BUI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xJYPwT_avcA/s400/DSC00589.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314024119635150146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, education fair. Met Bryan over there and weirdly enough, met the rest in MPH. Nixon, Adriel, Cedric, Joshua, Bryan and well, others. That's all I remember though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sb81-QEWugI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KogR6EMCV-k/s400/DSC00591.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314025428901870082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at this piece of art. Edible you know. At first, I was approached by the promoters saying(In Chinese) " Excuse me, would you like to taste this bread? Nice right? Would you like to join the baking Academy?" Seriously, do I actually look like some baker boy? Even though the art and food may be nice but I guess I shall have higher expectations. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sb827R2cLNI/AAAAAAAAAXs/udkxs4X8Aiw/s400/DSC00593.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314026477352398034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When walking to The Gardens, was wondering why on earth is my car doing out there in the midst of the crowd while letting them take pictures of and with my car. Privacy please!! Hahaha!! (Its a Lambo!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally after shopping and buying stuff and getting a peek into what I want to be, went to Tesco to restock my shelves with Gold!! More GOLD!! Then went back home. Came online and realized I had 777 visitors..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sb83yQhyIUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/OG_eVmMUDPQ/s400/DSC00596.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314027421890126146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not bad ay? For a start... I like that number.&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/6347838397287399040-601759415378362572?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/601759415378362572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=601759415378362572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/601759415378362572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/601759415378362572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/03/peek-into-my-future.html' title='A Peek Into My Future'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/Sb80CEkc5kI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2BbEuzoJFx0/s72-c/DSC00587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-3831337885468631327</id><published>2009-03-14T15:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:36:20.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward Cullen &amp; More</title><content type='html'>I wonder why are girls so interested in Edward Cullen. Seriously!! I have more than 6 friends proclaiming they are Mrs.Cullen which is rather dumb for such statement. Some even think that he is indeed real in their lives. Such rubbish I must say but I can't deny that all girls who read the story book will indeed fall in love with him. What's wrong with this world??!! Hahahaha.. Well, I reckon its a very good book?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; If only we boys have a book that would make us feel the same way. Then it would be good so it would annoy them girls like it annoyed us. Those who agree say aye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well, I was vernturing into this novel called 'To Kill A Mockingbird'. And I came across this sentence that really struck me. For those of you out there who flaunt your talents and boast till there's no tomorrow, here's a sentence for you.&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;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SbteWqc2jZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/LxVXgn--sX4/s400/Mockingbird.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 37px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312943928859069842" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"People in their right minds never take pride in their talents" said Miss Maudie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That is so true. Don't think that talents alone build you up as a fellow that everyone yearns for. Seriously, its just something God given you so use it for Him, not for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FAME&lt;/span&gt; or other things that shows you off. Ahha!! Gotcha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-3831337885468631327?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3831337885468631327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=3831337885468631327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3831337885468631327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3831337885468631327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/03/edward-cullen-more.html' title='Edward Cullen &amp; More'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SbteWqc2jZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/LxVXgn--sX4/s72-c/Mockingbird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-8026145295592234289</id><published>2009-03-13T17:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:48:09.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merentas Was Crap</title><content type='html'>Argh! Why is it that I'm made this way? Sigh.. I have to accept the fact that my leg's that way and I can't do anything about it. I have the extra stamina, extra strength but what I don't have are the normal legs. Why? Sigh....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furthermore, tell me how it feels to be the 21st? Just one place behind getting a medal? What if I had a better leg and go for the first prize? No, I feel its unfair I'm made this way. But somehow I hope I will understand sooner why He made me like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't have to understand what I'm ranting alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-8026145295592234289?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8026145295592234289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=8026145295592234289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8026145295592234289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8026145295592234289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/03/merentas-was-crap.html' title='Merentas Was Crap'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-2159353156786699125</id><published>2009-03-10T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:45:25.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot?</title><content type='html'>If you've watched The Interpreter, tell me that Nicole Kidman is HOT!! Seriously.. She looks so good in every angle. Much to my surprise actually. She never really appealed to me before but after watching The Interpreter, I noticed she was like whoa!! But now, I shan't comment. &lt;div&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;Watch it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-2159353156786699125?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2159353156786699125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=2159353156786699125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2159353156786699125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2159353156786699125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot.html' title='Hot?'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-3765196193593883906</id><published>2009-03-09T13:50:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:18:44.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Buffet At Saisaki Sushi</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was like any usual day. Church but we had free CG!! So it was games all the way then worship. I will show you pictures as a picture paints a thousand words, I'll show you more than 10 pictures. That makes it more than 10000 words!! Okay, I'm just plain lazy but just enjoy the pictures okay?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SbSvFGcF5WI/AAAAAAAAAVs/I9ZPiRoezQM/s400/DSC00538.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311062362739303778" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see the one with the hands on the blocks are Hans', The Korean and the one with the long sleeve is Sean. We were too desperate to start the day so we had our own game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SbSvnqkRsxI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jP_2hV77VUA/s400/DSC00540.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311062956552860434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crap, forgotten her name. But anyways, we were playing this game (I don't know what the name was). We were divided into two groups then we are then supposed to line up . the first person is given a name of something and the person had to describe it out and not say the real thing. Then it is passed on to the last person and he or she has to draw it out. From our experience, Hitler can be Mr. Potato, Pamela Anderson into juggling balls, but we got Kung Fu Panda right. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D2cInjp80Q8/SbSyZ2GSkhI/AAAAAAAAAWE/VI3tsZIW5XM/s400/DSC00541.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311066017665028626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stupid Hans had to spoil the picture. The right one was mine which you can't see. It was nicer than Abel's on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, we played other games and stuff like that but I don't wanna prolong the highlight of the story. xD Whoa, sound like reporter all of a sudden. Then I was off to KLCC to meet the rest of my classmates. Buffet ma..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SbS0fhsXs0I/AAAAAAAAAWM/ofKWsLGqkA0/s400/DSC00545.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311068314290074434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see, the lot here that I know are boys. All of them. It is because the girls on the other hand had separated with us and walked around KLCC on their own. For those of you who don't know, guys spending their time in KLCC is like torture. With nothing much to do. So this picture explains it as you can see, we were stealing the little PC form this small girl to play some 5 year old game. Desperate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SbS1r1QlezI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FPc0n2S_LX4/s400/DSC00551.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311069625212304178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see, some of them were overdressed. xD See, we came too early so we ended up taking pictures like crazy!!!!!! Food court is like some studio for us all. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D2cInjp80Q8/SbS4VuibipI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fh_mLkUqh3I/s400/DSC00552.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311072543985863314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See, even the park was another 'studio' for us. Kah Yin and I got bored and created a video. But nah, I won't post it up here. It's requires a litttle bit of work which I am incapable now cause I'm supremely lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SbS6txOpA1I/AAAAAAAAAWk/b4pJjsqu5JE/s400/DSC00560.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311075156048282450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After 5 HOURS of waiting intently, we were finally at the doorstep of Saisaki Sushi waiting with the other people for it to open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SbS895GDS9I/AAAAAAAAAWs/jMirDQe-veo/s400/DSC00564.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311077632060902354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My food!! Right after we proceeded to our tables, we started taking food to eat. xD Okay, this wasn't my first plate. See, the thing I was holding is a Mantis Shrimp if not mistaken. Each of us had one. Mouth watering you may ask? Yes, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D2cInjp80Q8/SbS-FPitKsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/CEPaoQ91Kcw/s400/DSC00566.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311078857857379010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the sushis that were present. Yum Yum!! That's the little part only k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SbS_wwOTIjI/AAAAAAAAAW8/nFW4vYGCcDs/s400/DSC00567.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311080704876159538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scallop with cheese, Oyster on the right and if you can see on the left clearly, it is an escargot if you would like to know what it is. With cheese. Escargot means Snail but its in French. More class, see..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I've gotta end this. This post is pretty long I know. I will show the pictures to you guys if you request of it. I won't post it up as it is too many. Oh well, before I go, here's one more picture. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SbTBMzrVCxI/AAAAAAAAAXE/oXOcUAbh5k4/s400/DSC00571.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311082286351190802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Them.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ciaos!!&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/6347838397287399040-3765196193593883906?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3765196193593883906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=3765196193593883906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3765196193593883906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3765196193593883906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/03/buffet-at-saisaki-sushi.html' title='A Buffet At Saisaki Sushi'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SbSvFGcF5WI/AAAAAAAAAVs/I9ZPiRoezQM/s72-c/DSC00538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-8625240250028048077</id><published>2009-03-07T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:14:01.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom, a Fact in Life</title><content type='html'>I'm bored............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I stumbled upon this video on youtube and thought it might be a good watch for you. Prepare yourself for a little lauging and a lot getting surprised by the dance moves. Click Click!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_rEIDEnDzgw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_rEIDEnDzgw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool ay?? Hahahaha.. They are &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;TALENTED!!!&lt;/span&gt; With those stupid gay moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tomorrow I'm getting my stomach &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;FILLED&lt;/span&gt; cause I;m going for a Buffet. Saisaki Sushi, HERE I COME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-8625240250028048077?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8625240250028048077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=8625240250028048077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8625240250028048077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8625240250028048077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/03/boredom-fact-in-life.html' title='Boredom, a Fact in Life'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-1609719114242382284</id><published>2009-03-06T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:35:45.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburst A Disappointment</title><content type='html'>For those of you who paid for the tickets to Sunburst. I pity you guys cause its an event I would pass this year. Big bands like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is replaced by N.E.R.D or KORN. Not music to my ears no more. Plus, we're paying rm203&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(early ones get discount)&lt;/span&gt; for the entrance so why waste if its nothing more but a bunch of useless, tasteless bands that are performing for this event. It was quite a blast last year but I thought it would be better if we had better bands but all we have is this. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*shakes head*&lt;/span&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who don't know what this is, its like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;MEGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; concert with a mix of bands from all over the world&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(Supposed to be)&lt;/span&gt; joined to perform in our country. Organised by Pineapple Concerts. Well, its only 15 days left so if your taste are bands like Erykah Badu, N.E.R.D, KORN then why not go for the event but seriously, I disagree. They should cater more for needs of others who doesn't hear mainstream music as well. So yea, to know more, click &lt;a href="http://sunburstkl.com.my/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gua.com.my/photobank/2009/1/37/full/MPPB_11349.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 374px;" border="0" alt="" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your info, it is stated that Coldplay is too expensive to come here to perform. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;URGH!!!!&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/6347838397287399040-1609719114242382284?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1609719114242382284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=1609719114242382284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/1609719114242382284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/1609719114242382284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunburst-disappointment.html' title='Sunburst A Disappointment'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-8528930824064277010</id><published>2009-03-04T19:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:04:28.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Bengs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I shall write about Ah Bengs for today. Since I have been hearing the term Ah Bengs so frequently nowadays, I shall blog about it. As we all know, Ah Bengs are somewhat popular in our country and not forgetting Singapore. In Wikipedia.org, it is stated that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;'Ah Beng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; is a stereotype applied to a certain of a group of young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Overseas_Chinese" title="Overseas Chinese" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; men in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Southeast_Asia" title="Southeast Asia" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Southeast Asia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;particularly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singapore" title="Singapore" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malaysia" title="Malaysia" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;. The stereotypical view of a Ah Beng is a young Chinese man or teenager, that lacks cultural refinement or indulging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crime" title="Crime" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;criminal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; activity or being involved in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brawling" title="Brawling" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;brawling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Arguing&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Arguing (page does not exist)" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;arguing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; out of disagreements with other people. Ah Bengs are also sometimes associated with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;xtensively-modified or zhng-ed cars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ah_Beng#cite_note-0" title="" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;are stereotypically seen as being excessively flashy and show-offs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Ah Bengs are often stereotyped as trying to emulate Japanese street fashion.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;'Extensively-modified or zhng-ed cars&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;for that matter are not those supercars that you may think of such as Ferrari, Lamborghini and so on. Its not that.. Its cars like this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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="  font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/2002/img00556pu2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yea, you must be thinking what cacat-ed car this is. Oh well, that's our Ah Bengs. With oversized exhaust pipe to make it sound so much louder than it is fast, rims that are cheap and ugly looking. Oh well, let's not elaborate. You get what I mean right? Zhng-ed cars anybody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; font-family:'-webkit-sans-serif';font-size:13px;"&gt;'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Are stereotypically seen as being excessively flashy and show-offs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; font-family:'-webkit-sans-serif';font-size:13px;"&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;are humans with extensively coloured hair, with pink, yellow, blue and everything you can think of. They wear add-ons such as tight pants, with scarfs, weird necklaces and carry some so called man handbags. You get the picture? I guess you do right? I don't wanna post any pictures as I don't want to offend any of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Since I'm running out of time, I shall call this part 1 alright? I'll finish it off in another post and then proceed to Ah Lian. Bye people. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6347838397287399040-8528930824064277010?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8528930824064277010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=8528930824064277010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8528930824064277010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8528930824064277010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/03/ah-bengs.html' title='Ah Bengs'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-335644447320782910</id><published>2009-03-01T20:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:08:47.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Expensive Trip!! I Mean EXPENSIVE!!</title><content type='html'>Today was church again as usual. I couldn't get pictures cause I was paying attention okay. xD Anyways, after that we proceeded for lunch then to Mid Valley then finally to Ikea to get a bed or something like that. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;So daddy was driving along to look for another restaurant to fill our stomachs when we suddenly got a little lost. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SaqNnWzvIyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/UO-3M782XiQ/s400/DSC00505.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308210818086544162" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were in the middle of here to find restaurants to eat but we found out that we were lost because of daddy's adventurous spirit. -.- This place is Kerinchi as I slowly realized. So daddy had enough of playtime and figured a way out to Bangsar highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SaqOkQ8DmEI/AAAAAAAAAVE/lfQlymDhjQM/s400/DSC00508.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308211864482846786" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You must be wondering why I am putting this picture up. Daddy bought an LCD TV!! An unexpected one actually. We were walking around Ikano when suddenly Harvey Norman had sale and I just brushed through to see their products when suddenly we came across &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;THIS!!&lt;/span&gt; Then daddy agreed&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(after thinking for an hour)&lt;/span&gt; and bought it!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to Ikea to get the stuff we wanted. To our disappointment, it was a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;QUILT COVER!!&lt;/span&gt; Not the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;MATTRESS!! &lt;/span&gt;-.- So we went there not expecting to buy anything but a mattress and ended up finding out it wasn't a mattress and bought an LCD TV instead. Hahahaha!! Soon after we went around The Curve, Ikea and Ikano, we decided to go to Gardens to change my camera. Not sure why, my camera got problems. Sigh. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, the schedule which was supposed to be lunch first, Mid Valley then only Ikea had changed. All because of daddy.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drive Drive Drive.... Tada!! In Mid Valley..&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SaqQ5tXDUUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/v2wz70YFV9s/s400/DSC00515.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308214431912776002" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't sure why they were staring at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;'my car'&lt;/span&gt; so much. Is it that nice? Hahahaha!! I wish it was mine. It is a beauty ay?? Fortunately, I get to see this car when proceeding to Gardens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D2cInjp80Q8/SaqSiLb_L6I/AAAAAAAAAVU/vTIUJAMRCv8/s400/DSC00516.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308216226692935586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another picture people. Ah!!!! The beauty that bleaches my eyes. It is killing me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I WANT ONE MOMMY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D2cInjp80Q8/SaqTLYge_oI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Dbn8fp9V10c/s400/DSC00517.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308216934576094850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, do you think this is real? I'll give you three seconds. 1.. 2.. 3..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope, its not. xD&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically my day ended after walking around in Mid Valley then balik rumah. You see? Now you understand why I said by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;An EXPENSIVE Trip&lt;/span&gt;. xD Goodnight people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-335644447320782910?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/335644447320782910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=335644447320782910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/335644447320782910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/335644447320782910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/03/expensive-trip-i-mean-expensive.html' title='An Expensive Trip!! I Mean EXPENSIVE!!'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SaqNnWzvIyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/UO-3M782XiQ/s72-c/DSC00505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-6145706353513025519</id><published>2009-02-27T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:47:21.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, Sports Day, Tuition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sports Day was today. In fact I'm not actually happy over what had happened. Its my last year and my team lost. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regretted about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; things today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Firstly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not bringing my phone to the stadium to take pictures for blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Secondly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for saying no to teacher to run. So felt like running all of a sudden. xD Miss running back then.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all these crap, I had to rush my way to tuition. Tuition started and I was half awake. Barely able to understand what the teacher was saying as my mind was on its journey to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;lala - land.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came back home with nothing but tiredness printed on my forehead. Sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Sometimes, were you ever misunderstood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;To be unappreciated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;To be blamed upon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;To be used?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;To be mistaken for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;To be ignored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;To be treated with good affections for the wrong reasons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;To be taken advantage of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;To be the person that people who throw their anger on you for no particular reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Sigh....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not talking about anyone of you. Its just a thought. Don't all of us feel this way at times? Hahaha!!&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/6347838397287399040-6145706353513025519?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6145706353513025519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=6145706353513025519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6145706353513025519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6145706353513025519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-sports-day-tuition.html' title='Sometimes, Sports Day, Tuition'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-7046274679029949800</id><published>2009-02-26T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:15:22.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuts My Barreh Babeh!!</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging for the sake of boredom I guess. I watched this video clip that really made me laugh till my stomach ached. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Watch it!! Watch it!! Its a must!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my posts have become dry lately. Its because nothing has happened la!! -.- No worries, I'll make it more interesting in no time and it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXCLUDES TOMORROW!!&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuts my barreh babeh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;I can laugh my lungs out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say more but I'll promise something interesting soon okay?? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Guitar Hero is by far the best music oriented game I've ever played!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Try Impulse by An Endless Sporadic in EXPERT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then challenge me. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-7046274679029949800?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7046274679029949800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=7046274679029949800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7046274679029949800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7046274679029949800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-blogging-for-sake-of-boredom-i-guess.html' title='Tuts My Barreh Babeh!!'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-545339815219923467</id><published>2009-02-25T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:18:58.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Exams</title><content type='html'>Okay, on the previous post, it was stated that yesterday was my last day of exams but the real fact is today is the last day since I'm taking Art as my extra subject. Sigh!! I suddenly realize I'm taking 11 subjects. Slightly more than usual. Urgh!!! I just hope I don't screw it up. Btw, I didn't do good for my add math. Sigh. I don't wanna comment about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Why is it that I can't concentrate on my studies? I just don't understand. &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="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have to have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;more concentration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; less laptop, less handphone, less outings, less phone calls, less communication, less everything!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Seriously, you think it'll work? Don't be dumb. It wouldn't. I'm not those kind of people who gets turned on by books. Reference books for that matter. I don't mind books. I love 'em, but I don't get enought time to read them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;People say I'm random. Do you think the same?&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/6347838397287399040-545339815219923467?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/545339815219923467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=545339815219923467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/545339815219923467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/545339815219923467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-day-of-exams.html' title='Last Day of Exams'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-7408993839936088646</id><published>2009-02-24T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:14:46.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams Exams Exams? Over La Doink!!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha, with the tiltle alone, I guess you know what I'm trying to say here right? Yes, exams are finished. Seriously, do you feel satisfied after every exam that you have surpassed? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I have this certain feeling, more to butterflies in my stomach when I finish my exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The excitement the jumps into my heart. I really like it. Okay, I'm not sure where I'm heading to. LOLs!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'm a little blur as to what are followers? Not to mention that I don't like. I thought it was total crap to let readers to be followers in my blog. But still someone had to follow my blog. Hahaha!! Guess who. Carmen!! Don't hide your face like that. Somehow, even though I know its total crap for readers to be followers but somehow I feel that certain butterflies, much similar to my exams feeling and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I LIKE it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;LOLs!! I guess I should thank you, Carmen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who have nothing more to do, please do subscribe into my total crap followers area(that is what I call it). Even though its something you all find it annoying, I insist that you all follow. Right? Good!! You have heard what the teacher has said. Or shall I say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Rabbi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;More profound name for a teacher. Ooh, this name sounds glorious!! More to my liking. People, please subscribe! Orders from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Rabbi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Rabbi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but one of the many others.&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 guess you can see I'm really heading nowhere in this post. But seriously, do I care? I wonder how long you took again to actually read my blog. I'm sure you read it twice if I'm not mistaken. Still can't figure out what I'm writting? No worries. Just subscribe as my followers and I shall be your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Rabbi!!&lt;/span&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;Okay? Good!! I have no more exams and I'm looking forward to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;PARTEHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(Party if some of you don't know. -.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope the word Rabbi is not blasphemy watsoever because if you don't know, Rabbi means 'GREAT' in Hebrew, I hope its not blasphemy. Sorry God if it is. I didn't know.&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/6347838397287399040-7408993839936088646?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7408993839936088646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=7408993839936088646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7408993839936088646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7408993839936088646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/02/exams-exams-exams-over-la-doink.html' title='Exams Exams Exams? Over La Doink!!'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-6076079368918301900</id><published>2009-02-22T17:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:36:51.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church and After</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure about this post but just read. It'll only waste about 2 minutes of your time. Or if you're the person who thinks time is gold, then this post will only last you 30 seconds.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was basically normal. Went to church as usual. Had a few pictures for no pasticular reason but oh well. My friends had nothing to do so they took pictures with my phone. Wait.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SaEaNNjqnmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/tgOZ69FEbh8/s400/DSC00493.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305550650299031138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hans and Abel playing this in church. No worries. It was after a group discussion or CG as we church go-ers call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SaEalNyZrFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7mnh5AfRdIk/s400/DSC00494.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305551062677695570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hans lost in the game. LOSER!!!! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D2cInjp80Q8/SaEa7zLVcnI/AAAAAAAAAUU/uWlmBwira08/s400/DSC00495.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305551450671510130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahha, a random picture by Sean. Not sure why he took someone's picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D2cInjp80Q8/SaEbQ6vFLrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/XgMPfI-Ddlw/s400/DSC00496.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305551813477740210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha, this is Sean himself. Poser!! Sorry about the motion blurrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SaEbtJja_GI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ul6mmCtuUj8/s400/DSC00497.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305552298491706466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After church, my parents had to stop at Tesco to restock our shelves with FOOD. Well, since I was walking, I was thinking why not grab a picture of this fish. Disgusted? I am!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, was it 2 minutes or 30 seconds?? Hahaha, so this is how I spent my day. Bye fellow homosapiens!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6347838397287399040-6076079368918301900?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6076079368918301900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=6076079368918301900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6076079368918301900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6076079368918301900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/02/church-and-after.html' title='Church and After'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SaEaNNjqnmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/tgOZ69FEbh8/s72-c/DSC00493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-204216952275808696</id><published>2009-02-20T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:45:23.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure Pressure Pressure!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry for not being able to blog guys, I was busy having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;EXAMS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sigh, the tests were easy but since I never studied my add math, I forgot totally everything since the exam is based on last year's teaching and I am afraid I may fare really badly this time. No escaping it. Sigh. I can't expect to see one bad result out of the other results that are on the fair side right? Its like Mona Lisa but with a mole on her cheek. See, it spoils the whole picture. I hope I didn't get that bad for my add math. Urgh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways, there was this question that kind of made me get nervous in the exam. It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;REALLY HARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Okay, here goes the question..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is the value of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so that it is smaller than the value 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A. 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;B. 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;C. 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;D. 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, who wants to try this question out. I was suffocating as I saw this question. You may wonder what paper was this right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Math la doink!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);  font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);  font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Physics' next paper is on Monday. I can't wait for it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*proclaims sarcastically*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Yea right. Sigh! I seriously dislike exams. Don't you? I am so tired!! I feel like dozing off but my eyes are not closing. Its just open really widely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, I gotta close now. I'm seriously feeling the heaviness on my eyes. xD Bye!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;By the way, David Gokey rocks!!!!&lt;/span&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/6347838397287399040-204216952275808696?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/204216952275808696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=204216952275808696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/204216952275808696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/204216952275808696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/02/pressure-pressure-pressure.html' title='Pressure Pressure Pressure!!'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-706629598966022906</id><published>2009-02-14T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:48:20.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Today Valentines??</title><content type='html'>For those of you who doesn't know what so special today is, let me tell you something. Go find out yourself!! xD Just kidding... Well, today's Valentines for us all and well, coincidentally, my bro's birthday is well, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;TODAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm not sure why I'm setting my title like this, but this post is dedicated to you, Nathanael!! Happy birthday!! May God bless you in whatever you do.(which is good) and work hard for your exams. Love you loads bro... Guys, give him a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if you see him. A kiss may work too!! And girls, feel free to wish my bro and give presents.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kiss??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nah!! Too young.. Hahahahahas!! Oh well, that's all I wanna say today. As for all of you, I wannna wish you guys &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Valentines.  &lt;/span&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/6347838397287399040-706629598966022906?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/706629598966022906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=706629598966022906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/706629598966022906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/706629598966022906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-today-valentines.html' title='Is Today Valentines??'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-4168789440417914584</id><published>2009-02-12T21:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:48:24.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Outing</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was HECTIC!!!!! Several days before I asked Matthew out since he's going away next Tuesday, then we kinda planned and voila, the plan was underway. D-day approached and as soon as school finished, I called him straight away. -.- (who doesn't) To cut the transport story, we arrived and met Mojojo after a parking hunt for like 10 minutes or was it 20? I don't know. I was just... LONG.. Anyways, we met up and went to Nando's!! Whee!! xD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SZQoKDCDHNI/AAAAAAAAASs/W6ovclaPu2o/s400/DSC00470.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301906814399618258" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, I tried to get a nice picture and see, nice right? I just don't understand why nobody appreciated such a nice picture taken by me. See, no need photoshop. Just move the camera a little and we get motion blurs. URGH!! Look at Mojo, cacat-ed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SZQowHts3oI/AAAAAAAAAS0/KjdxsFiyq80/s400/DSC00471.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301907468491480706" /&gt;I tried the 2nd time. This time no motion blur d. Sigh, but still nice right? Look at that cacat Mojo. xD Looking at the menu intently cause *shhhhh* *whisper* she very very very very hungry!! But she deny she is la. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D2cInjp80Q8/SZQpnnqX07I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Mr7HZHYeDso/s400/DSC00474.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301908421960258482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eheh, mouth-watering? Indeed my brethren or sistah!! xD As you can see, my food was labelled lemon&amp;amp;herb, mild and hot!! Actually mine is mild but two sakai-s just had nothing to do and stick theirs in my chicken. FYI, the chicken is TASTY!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After eating, the three of us went &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jalan jalan, tengok movie&lt;/span&gt;. xD Weird thing is, I didn't get any pictures of us walking or entering the cinema or you know, random pictures. I actually got pictures about food, food, and more food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SZQqwKitm_I/AAAAAAAAATE/HlTIK-tlbxg/s400/DSC00475.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301909668273953778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After picking that Mark up, we went to SS2 Murni for a dinner. Seriously, the food over there &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;banyak sedap&lt;/span&gt; la. Furthermore, its servings are pretty large too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SZQtQ3kn9XI/AAAAAAAAATM/mNaRTgPZw40/s400/DSC00477.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301912429140637042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See!! Big ay?? I was stunt as I saw the serving. It was large and tasty. But seriously, if you are on a diet, this is a total NONO. The chicken has so much of oil. It can last your mom's cooking for a week. It is that much. I couldn't get a clear shot of it so I won't post it up. But seriously, that dish &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;banyak banyak sedap wei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SZQuEF7gEWI/AAAAAAAAATU/-ctCmWGi_ss/s400/DSC00476.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301913309168013666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahha, big ay? The drinks were large!! But for 5 dollars, would you get it? But seriously, its worth it. Share it with another person. I don't reckon you wanna finish it alone. All four of us were not able to finish it cause we were afraid that later we might be craving for the bathroom. Seriously, Mojo and Mentor(Matthew) were already craving for the toilet as we were making our way to church!! Hahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SZQu9J7TIkI/AAAAAAAAATc/_oapIAMYa9o/s400/DSC00478.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301914289493451330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is that cacat fella whom we fetched after he had finished work. But he was the one who brought us here. Yummy, thanks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After this, there are several random pictures taken by Mojo using my phone. I bet she really had nothing to do. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SZQxWbtFfZI/AAAAAAAAATk/BtuJ16hNlFM/s400/DSC00479.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301916922785660306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is me still in my uniform. Sigh. People who saw me thought I was crazy wearing my uniform until night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SZQzEoitRrI/AAAAAAAAAT0/IWXBGZ5oMfs/s400/DSC00485.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301918816017401522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ini dia, seorang yang berhijrah-hijrah. xD Sigh, we will miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D2cInjp80Q8/SZQzuN_BpfI/AAAAAAAAAT8/l1zv5wf_jzo/s400/DSC00487.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301919530442925554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last picture before I close. See that working dude with the peace sign? He real poser man.. Cacat-ed.. Some more that Mojo also cacat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, after eating, we made our way back. Fetched the poser back. Then the three of us went to church rather quickly because two humans were craving for toilet. Btw, I still had my uniform on!! xD Good day people. Byes..&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/6347838397287399040-4168789440417914584?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4168789440417914584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=4168789440417914584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/4168789440417914584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/4168789440417914584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/02/farewell-outing.html' title='Farewell Outing'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SZQoKDCDHNI/AAAAAAAAASs/W6ovclaPu2o/s72-c/DSC00470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-8592068842627356778</id><published>2009-02-10T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:20:34.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercy Project Reminder</title><content type='html'>Okay, some of you people might not like what I'm writting. Saying,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 'Joshua, why write christian stuff one?' &lt;/span&gt;But seriously, I know I should've written this quite sometime before but just didn't have the guts or wits as some say to write this. &lt;div&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;For those of you who went for Mercy Project camp, here's something I wanna say. Do you actually remember what we've prayed for?? Have you ever encountered a person being helpless and you just ignored him/her straight away without thinking twice?? Well, I guess its time to change. I'm not sure what I'm writting here but I know I should've done this long ago. I hope that every YPF-er would read this. It's something that we should always think about. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Why do we think of changing the world or what not Malaysia even if we can't even change our thinking towards the weak in our society.&lt;/span&gt; So I urge all of us including me of course to just try our best to change our perception. Don't be too friendly of course but just give a smile. Not to give the wrong impression but just a smile that Jesus would do. Think positively of them. You think they might rob you? No worries, God is our protector. He is I AM, so no worries. Just let them know that God loves them just by a simple smile. No need food or what. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JUST A SMILE.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;God bless people!! Take care and continue your journey with Him in your lives. xD&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/6347838397287399040-8592068842627356778?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8592068842627356778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=8592068842627356778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8592068842627356778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8592068842627356778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/02/mercy-project.html' title='Mercy Project Reminder'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-3307756775281204242</id><published>2009-02-09T15:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:58:56.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping For His Bag</title><content type='html'>Remembered the previous post saying that I'll show you the bag I will buy for my brother. Read on to see it okay? So yesterday after church, my family and I went to Mid Valley to get the bag he wanted but we had to wait for daddy cause he had some meeting going on so we went to check out the bags and just well, shop for sometime first before getting his bag. Well, at first as I went in the shopping complex, it was pretty mundane as I had nothing to do except to walk, walk and walk. So I started snapping stupid pictures that interest me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY_ZOJ1ke0I/AAAAAAAAARs/dAlRecblNqg/s400/DSC00450.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300694123620367170" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, this is the first product that interest me. I mean, not to say that it is a bad product or what but I thought products should look enticing to attract buyers. But what I saw kinda made me feel uneasy. Urgh!! But seriously, I think this product is good if you wanna treat your face. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY_aAkOtovI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZI0XaPi-BE0/s400/DSC00452.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300694989698605810" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is MPH store where an area was used to sell books at very cheap prices. (Old products that they are throwing away.) I bought some. I don't know the reason of taking this picture but who cares, just take a look at it. A little look doesn't waste much of your time right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY_a6i0KPDI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xfGV46PaezQ/s400/DSC00453.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300695985751211058" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took this picture because I didn't know wines had so many definitions to describe them. Maybe 1000 words is acceptable but 4000?? That's way overboard. This is one more reason why I don't want my occupation to be a wine taster. Dumb. Worse than math. I thought magnifico was a word to describe wine but well, I was wrong. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY_bqJZvpGI/AAAAAAAAASE/fzYphop90G0/s400/DSC00455.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300696803563250786" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was reading a gaming magazine and I came across this. You know what was actually the picture on my blog title? LittleBigPlanet!! It's a must to own this game if you have a PS3. Must!! Look, its even earned the top place on the must have list. Btw, Cute ay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY_cqd2uliI/AAAAAAAAASM/im8u_VqEG6g/s400/DSC00456.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697908565153314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you who read Autocar magazine would be as shocked as me seeing this word on the magazine. I was curious wondering why on earth they would write this. I mean, Malaysian government wouldn't allow this right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY_dJWxY8wI/AAAAAAAAASU/qQkeWDet91M/s400/DSC00457.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300698439239660290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I pulled the magazine out, I only realized they were saying the E-Class. Cheh!! Made me curious for nothing. Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY_enOQKVhI/AAAAAAAAASc/3IdkjeVpzbc/s400/DSC00467.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300700051860510226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after my dad came to meet us, we went around searching for Nathanael's bag. Hmmm. This is what we bought. Nice? For me, its fabul-atastic!! I'm becoming envious. Mommy!!! I want one too!! Too bad I'll be using my same bag till I leave school. BUT!! after buying this, we had discount if we bought the 2nd item so my dad bought this which I took. See the picture below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY_fYlDzGdI/AAAAAAAAASk/ad7f7Q18xPs/s400/DSC00465.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300700899796261330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehehe!! MINE!!!! Nice? This is my fourth wallet so far. LOLs!! Don't look at me like that. I know you too have more wallets used than me. Hmmmppphhh!! I got this with a discount anyway. Thank you mummy daddy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I guess the day ended with a smile on each of our faces. Especially my brother. xD I guess it wasn't that mundane as I thought. By the way, I was totally flummoxed over the things my father bought. I thought black was something we chinese should avoid buying during that week but daddy still got it. xD &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/6347838397287399040-3307756775281204242?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3307756775281204242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=3307756775281204242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3307756775281204242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3307756775281204242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/02/shopping-for-his-bag.html' title='Shopping For His Bag'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY_ZOJ1ke0I/AAAAAAAAARs/dAlRecblNqg/s72-c/DSC00450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-7519383017833668633</id><published>2009-02-08T23:34:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:19:11.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle's House!! Another Chinese New Year Day..</title><content type='html'>Okay, I was supposed to write this post yesterday but what the lala?? I didn't have the time to get it done and furthermore, the line wasn't good. Okay, so I ended up delaying this post. Sigh.. So, the day which I was supposed to go to Michelle's house arrived and I went there la. Like duh!! Then as I reached the house, a few humans that seem pretty familiar were already there. Then slowly, more and more people arrived. After what seemed an eternity for some which was practically ten minutes for me -.-, all of them!! Literally, all of them started GAMBLING!!!!! xD Chinese New Year ma!! Wait, I didn't gamble alright. I was the only good boy who didn't gamble. Hahaha!! Okay, proceeding to the pictures!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY8CRbOqcII/AAAAAAAAARU/MfnrT9_udr4/s400/DSC00438.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300457784828653698" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are some of the participants in a game we call mahjong. Follow me, mahhhhjjooonnnnggg... Do you feel the zen?? Say ahhhmmmmm.. xD&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY7_TBOSTMI/AAAAAAAAAQs/8lED175DCm4/s400/DSC00442.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300454513672604866" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Ahha, I spotted you. Look at them, playing blackjack or what chinese like me call it, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'yayat dim' (21 dot). LOLs!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY8FRzQF-3I/AAAAAAAAARk/_IMFdWBPloc/s400/DSC00441.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300461089811987314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some of them who took a little rest. Approximately about 5 minutes staring at the tv screen after their 'hard work'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY8AveE9xFI/AAAAAAAAARE/4TkuLA93mHY/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" text-decoration: underline;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY8AveE9xFI/AAAAAAAAARE/4TkuLA93mHY/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY7_3plLnxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/y1B5wi2kGbo/s400/DSC00445.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300455142981345042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY8AveE9xFI/AAAAAAAAARE/4TkuLA93mHY/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Michelle's sisters brought their friend along to have their own fun!! Hannah Montana!! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY8AveE9xFI/AAAAAAAAARE/4TkuLA93mHY/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY8AkXxLbCI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oCF0tx4aE5A/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY8AkXxLbCI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oCF0tx4aE5A/s400/DSC00447.JPG" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300455911293938722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After sometime of looking at this game, I finally understood how to play but I didn't. Its called rami. I hope I spelled it right. Its actually very fun. But I don't gamble. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY8AveE9xFI/AAAAAAAAARE/4TkuLA93mHY/s400/DSC00448.JPG" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300456101966103634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a long day's of earning and loosing money through what some call it as a money making scheme, we went for a walk in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasar malam.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY8BFt9A23I/AAAAAAAAARM/E7hu6DO79fg/s400/DSC00449.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300456484184841074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you think you're lala then this bag is suitable for you, if you're not, its definitely a NONO!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after a walk over there, we ended our day by walking back home. It was fun but seriously, that day really killed my legs. Hahaha. Eh, its next day d. This post is supposed to be for yesterday which is 18 minutes ago!! ARGH!! Goodnight people!! xD&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-7519383017833668633?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7519383017833668633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=7519383017833668633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7519383017833668633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7519383017833668633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/02/michelles-house-another-chinese-new.html' title='Michelle&apos;s House!! Another Chinese New Year Day..'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SY8CRbOqcII/AAAAAAAAARU/MfnrT9_udr4/s72-c/DSC00438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-2179375156087273475</id><published>2009-02-07T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:43:38.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuition (1st post)</title><content type='html'>I'll be writting two posts for today. Because for this post, I wanna sum up about what happened yesterday which is practically my first time ever to go for tuition. The second, I'll tell you later.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday, after school I made my way to Kasturi tuition. Recommended by my friends. I mean, as you see on my previous post. My leg was practically swollen &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(But its getting better each day. No worries.)&lt;/span&gt; on that day but I had to walk still in order to get there. As soon as I reached Petaling Street. I was urm, how to say.. Very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;awe-ed&lt;/span&gt; of that place cause it was my first time there. The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pan-mee&lt;/span&gt; noodle was tasty but loads of ajinomoto was added. I hope you know what ajinomoto is. It's some kind of seasoning that tastes nice but is not good for the body if taken in big sums. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I entered the tuition centre. I was a bit confused. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cause the main area looked like a bank, the rooms look like an unfurnished college, the alleys were like those from the hospital and the stairways and elevators were like the hostel's.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weeiiiirrrrdddd&lt;/span&gt; I should say. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;, the teaching was good. I didn't know tuitions are that good. I thought tuitions are a waste of time but it somehow amazes me that I can grasp so much when taught in tuition. I wonder why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the teaching was good.... After tuition, I went down to wait for my other friends in Popular &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(bookstore for those who don't know. -.-)&lt;/span&gt; for like an hour or so cause they had to take another sunject while I only took one which is add math if you wanna know. Then, when they met up with me, We went to the bus stop and waited for the bus. It was raining, darn it!! 20 minutes passed, no sign of the bus, 30 minutes.. Nope, 50 minutes, the uncle next to my friends and I quoted '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bayang pun tak ada nampak.&lt;/span&gt;.' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(The shadows are not even visible..)&lt;/span&gt; He means the bus of course. We all laughed but still, we were very tired of waiting and for me, it was kind of painful. Gladly, there was someone to cheer me up. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An hour plus maybe, the bus arrived. Much to our excitement. We then boarded the bus back which was packed like crazy. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Even getting squashed by a sumo wrestler for 2 minutes is better than waiting in the bus to reach its destination with a leg in pain and so many people pushing and squeezing for 40 minutes.&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;It all ended when we arrived to our destination. I think the ending is practically normal so I can't tell much about what happened afterwards but I can say, I reached home safely.. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-2179375156087273475?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2179375156087273475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=2179375156087273475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2179375156087273475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2179375156087273475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuition-1st-post.html' title='Tuition (1st post)'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-8047272615752057093</id><published>2009-02-03T15:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:02:03.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leg PAIN!!!!</title><content type='html'>Four years ago while playing football, my leg accidentally twisted itself and I fell down making a fool out of myself. I didn't mind the laughter but what hit me was my leg did hurt real badly. It felt like a broken bone. Those who have experienced a broken before knows what I'm saying. I met up with the doctor but he said that my knee was just some twisted. Drink more milk was his dumb advice. Till now, it happens at times when I play vigorous sport. C'mon, I drink milk usually and to be serious, I like milk. See that 'got milk?' advertisemisent before?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.heroesfanatic.com/images/gallery/masi-oka-got-milk.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 278px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, wait. That's Masi Oka from Heroes. Not sexy!! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://image.examiner.com/images/blog/wysiwyg/image/hayden-panettiere-got-milk-ad.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, this is the one. Hayden Panettiere is the model for this. She's Hot in this ad!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See, I've been drinking milk and even seeing milk advertisements. But the thing is, it didn't make my bone go stronger. Nor did I grow fat, I just remain.. SAME!! Urgh!! Okay, serious business.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, even though I know I will be like this after that high jump, I still went for it cause I was told by teachers to do it and I kinda know I could do it. But the moment I tried to jump, my leg slipped and twisted itself and I landed on the bed hitting the pole after a clowny fall. I made a total fool out of myself not because I want to but it just happened. I don't care how big a fool I've made myself but the pain is unbearable.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My leg is like burning right now and the knee is swelling up like nobody's business. I'm suffering in pain alone and no one understands. They think that its a normal injury but actually, it is flaming inside. I feel like ripping it open. Every step I take, it deprives me from taking another. Each step strikes my knee cap's receptors and thus, I'm feeling REAL pain right now. Its worse than breaking a bone!!&lt;/span&gt; See my knees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYf4H8voGaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gubFVzSx7d8/s400/DSC00428.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298476302073338274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See? My right knee is like swelling up real badly, I can't put it straight but its really big!! Sigh.. I don't feel like moving out of my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm just gonna suffer in silence. God!! Please help. Crying can't help a thing. It's far worse than crying. It's like somebody's ripping my flesh out!! ARGH!! If only somebody knows how painful this is. &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/6347838397287399040-8047272615752057093?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8047272615752057093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=8047272615752057093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8047272615752057093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8047272615752057093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/02/leg-pain.html' title='Leg PAIN!!!!'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYf4H8voGaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gubFVzSx7d8/s72-c/DSC00428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-5266521337830883633</id><published>2009-02-01T19:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:38:33.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Shopping Shopping!!!</title><content type='html'>The purpose of me shopping these two days is because my brother wants a new bag. So yesterday I was supposed to go to Mid Valley with some humans but last minute, they could not make it cause of reasons that are personal. At first, I felt a little uncomfortable that time cause they had to cancel the outing last minute but I know that they didn't intend to break the outing but was forced to. So since my family wanted to go there as well, I followed them. Well, after walking about, I suddenly 'bumped' into two familiar people. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYWP4DDEwmI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4BNwmaqpqig/s400/DSC00412.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297798729724904034" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the first familiar person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYWQPCEr09I/AAAAAAAAAPs/SRTssjlo8w8/s400/DSC00413.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297799124600214482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the second one. Awwww, she is camera shy. But let's give credit to her for even allowing me to take a pic of her yea? xD&lt;br /&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm here to publicly apologize to the both of you that I intruded your special meeting okay? Sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope you guys won't feel offended. Anyways, I didn't do much over there. Bought several stuff and proceeded to the car to go &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'makan makan'.&lt;/span&gt; Uncle Andy treated my family out of the blue for dinner. I didn't get many shots of the foood. But I got one beautiful one or so I think. -.-&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYWRuuzVtKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/AjwFSMXWDNA/s400/DSC00421.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297800768694629538" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice? Okay, it is a four course dish. Urm, Am I right? I'm bad with naming food. The icky whit-ish thing was wonderful. Seriously. Its 'wan ton', I guess but with vegetable and with egg and sauce. Yummy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After dinner, we went to Uncle Andy's to rest and visit. Then went home. Duh!! Its not like I'm gonna stay there. Yer, its like I'm writting an essay. Hahaha.. Nevermind, just for today!! xD Today, my family and I went to Sunway in search of my brothers bag again cause he wanted to check more bags out first. Let me show you some pictures of the bags we saw. Okay, its me who wanted to take a look at those bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYWTZ0JZeqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_nks_r10pjw/s400/DSC00423.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297802608375331490" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nice?? I thought it was nice for my brother. LOLs!! Just kidding. It is lalalalalalalalalalala... Plus kiki in the front. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYWUgdL1v8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/eGwX6K-4kx4/s400/DSC00424.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297803821982269378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the second bag. Hahaha!! Cute right?? At least not lalalalalala.. But seriously, its expensive. Trust me, see the next picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYWVW6NHIkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WLD1_wGhSck/s400/DSC00425.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297804757485167170" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nah, don't wanna trust me? Look at that!! I couldn't believe it but I had to!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, after walking for so long, my brother finally decided that we buy the bag we were checking out in Mid Valley. Sigh!! After walking for miles, legs half broken then only decide to buy it at Mid Valley. Well, I promise I'll let you see my brother's new bag once he gets it okay? Okay, gotta go now. PCK starting d. &lt;/div&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/6347838397287399040-5266521337830883633?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5266521337830883633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=5266521337830883633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/5266521337830883633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/5266521337830883633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/02/shopping-shopping-shopping.html' title='Shopping Shopping Shopping!!!'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYWP4DDEwmI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4BNwmaqpqig/s72-c/DSC00412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-3429377787973108750</id><published>2009-01-30T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:50:34.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Days..</title><content type='html'>The past dew days were spent by going out always. For some of you who didn't know, my birthday was on Wednesday. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh well, thanks for those bountiful wishes that was showered upon me!! &lt;/span&gt;xD Anyways, on my birthday, I spent my time hanging out in Pavilion with Jonathan and a new friend called Jason. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(Ling Ling!!!!)&lt;/span&gt; Apparently, Jason hails from the country famous for strong Christian Churches. Did you guess it right? I hope you did. Yups, its Australia. He's a cool dude to hang out with. xD Well, here are some pictures about the event. Sorry for not elaborating much. Kind of lazy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYLA1PYI73I/AAAAAAAAAOk/kRjWw3yUjKw/s400/DSC00350.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297008132634505074" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As soon as we met at the organized place, we then strut-ted our legs to Wong Kok. Urm, not any other Wong Kok like the one in Leisure Mall. Over here, its for more expensive but also delicious so I guess the food was quite worth it. We went choosing food to satisfy our hunger. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Like duh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYLCj-MI8kI/AAAAAAAAAO0/v0caCH8FAC4/s400/DSC00358.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297010034986250818" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Jonathan's drink. I'm not sure why he wanted to buy two but this is what he said. If you don't drink water, your pee will be like the drink on the left. If you did, it will be the one on the right. Random ay? I'm not sure why he said that but then I went laughing after hearing it. I hope I didn't translate it wrongly, cause it was like a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYLDRLX7InI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3B4BGzQwaHE/s400/DSC00364.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297010811619451506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You must be wondering why upload this picture, doesn't signify anything. Okay, here's the story. Jonathan wanted to go to FOS but Pavilion doesn't have FOS. (FYI, its a store for those of you who are blur.) He said it was urgent so we decided to go to Times Square which was quite near. Anyways, as we were walking, Jonathan saw this building which had Coffee Bean at the side so he asked us to go into this 'shopping complex' since it was nearer compared to Times Square. Soon after we arrived, we found out it was actually an empty building with one shop only. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Coffee Bean!! &lt;/span&gt;-.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYLEvBstgmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/xA4737FSuIo/s400/DSC00366.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297012423929987682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, this was random. I found it sexy. LOLs!! Just kidding la. It was funny cause at that time, I told you guys I wanted pink underwear right? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The closest that I came across was this red underwear instead of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; one. Sigh!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYLGi6R8MII/AAAAAAAAAPM/sUtV-O2u5Oc/s400/DSC00367.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297014414803480706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After finding FOS for that urgent thing, Jonathan felt jinxed cause he didn't get to find it. Then since we were at Times Square, we went to play bowling relax ourselves. xD It was fun cause I won!! See the next picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYLHndlIo7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/vPyzMp7-a-o/s400/DSC00368.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297015592510333874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look!! I was the middle one. I know the points are still lousy but then I wasn't playing my best and I kinda suck in that game. Seriously!! Hahaha!! But still, I won!! As you can see, Jonathan is the bottom one. He was really jinxed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYLIzaDh6oI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zhcczmEco5Y/s400/DSC00369.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297016897234135682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After bowling, we went walking and stuff. As we were about to get back to Pavilion, we approached a little store at the side. I guess we spent quite a lot of time over there getting something for a person called Ling Ling. No, it's not me who bought this gift. The gift is like a handmade keychain with a person's initials on it. Nice? Hahaha!! I wonder how's he getting that gift past the metal detector when he gets home. Oops!! I accidentally let the cat out of the bag!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, as soon as 'we' got the gift, we ran to Pavilion as we were a little late. Then, we met Jason's parents and we went our separate ways back home. Jonathan and Jason went back with Jon's brother and bla bla bla. I don't think you wanna know the procedure to go home right? -.- I on the other hand went to KLCC to meet my relatives. Well, it was crazy. Since it will be another long post, I will write it in another one sometime later. Well, catch you guys later. Byes!!&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/6347838397287399040-3429377787973108750?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3429377787973108750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=3429377787973108750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3429377787973108750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3429377787973108750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/01/other-days.html' title='The Other Days..'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYLA1PYI73I/AAAAAAAAAOk/kRjWw3yUjKw/s72-c/DSC00350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-2565574397214762355</id><published>2009-01-28T23:46:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:40:47.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I had Yee Sang for three days in a row. I'm growing bored of it. Ugh.. Anyways, yesterday, I visited my great grandmother. Last year, rumoured she was 99. This year, 97!! Whoa, she's grown younger by two years wei. That's weird. I thought God made us to grow older each day, not younger by two days each day. LOLs!! Stupid rumours. So now nobody knows her real age. Wait, take a look at her.&lt;div&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;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYCAAkyVeAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VxBv4-KDBNk/s400/DSC00320.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296373909150857218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is her. The one with powder all over her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Yea, that one. My aunty even calls her a clown. Evil right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually very lazy to blog right now so just look at those pictures okay? xD&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYCA3qohLZI/AAAAAAAAANc/0KtjXjZePc4/s400/DSC00329.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296374855613099410" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this kid walking around in a mind of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; He was super adorable.My relatives got pretty obsessed over him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yea, its a he, not a she. I thought he was a 'she too'. Silly me. Cute ay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYCCp7rlWHI/AAAAAAAAANk/ig7NKoZ6ghw/s400/DSC00328.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296376818694445170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever seen a pink pineapple tree? Weird!! I was like what the heck is this.. Its pink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYCJLke4NgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/X6FhEwn9wAI/s400/DSC00330.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296383993652459010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to watch the Mr.Bean cartoon at that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when I started watching, it just finished. Pity!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYCES9Hc-ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/FUQYtXv_NDY/s400/DSC00334.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296378622966036882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yee Sang!!! The higher the better. Represents better prosperity I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I right? Correct me if I'm wrong okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYCFEzeeA0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/V10oDeQ9HzQ/s400/DSC00338.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296379479371678530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wine.. I had some. I went half drunk after drinking. Not this wine. Its the next one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYCFiza9LfI/AAAAAAAAAOE/a7F880B5dmQ/s400/DSC00340.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296379994753019378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the one. Super nice. Taste like coffee, but it contains like 17% alcohol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I drank like more than a cup then went red. Don't worry, no secrets spilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYCGJN9TxdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/6HSoy_2k5X8/s400/DSC00345.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296380654711457234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looky here. Somebody's red all over after a drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYCG5j_LouI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IUv4aHy1SW8/s400/DSC00346.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296381485258613474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is some of the humans who after dinner went hungry again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so decided to fill their stomachs again with mamak rubbish. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(including me, I was forced to alright!!)&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So you get the story right? I mean, I'm kind of lazy to explain in detail what happened yesterday but you still get it. xD Nice. I'll talk about my birthday later. With another bunch of pictures. Have a good day people. Thanks for reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;P/S: Sorry for those harsh words used lately. Sigh!! After that Karamjit Tan effect, I've been like this ever since. Sorry!! It will be reduced to none. xD Thanks again for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-2565574397214762355?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2565574397214762355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=2565574397214762355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2565574397214762355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2565574397214762355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday!!!!!!!'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SYCAAkyVeAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VxBv4-KDBNk/s72-c/DSC00320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-4973861320464990357</id><published>2009-01-27T12:54:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:44:25.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I don't really feel like talking about chinese new year now. Let me introduce you to my sexy aunty as she describes herself to me and my cousins. Well, in my mom's family, there are four sisters and my aunt is the youngest. Well, she's called Aunt Susan and is living her life in England with a lovely British &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*cue to go Ooooh*&lt;/span&gt; husband AND two wonderful children. xD Well, I'm not actually talking about her background. I'm talking about her because of her super up to date gadgets that are even better than mine!! Urgh!! Envious. Here's what she brought back from England.&lt;div&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;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SX6VG3b24DI/AAAAAAAAAME/UusWci76I60/s400/DSC00303.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295834157026828338" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is her camera which she uses it to camwhore with my cousins and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SX6WyfGCbxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0gWHP0U6XIw/s400/DSC00305.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295836005918732050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is her iPod Touch!!!!! Darn it!! If only I had one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SX6XWdxz4VI/AAAAAAAAAMc/V_wTk1sUQSo/s400/DSC00312.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295836624040747346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is her phone. Sadly, it was my dream phone but I got another one instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, you guys must be wondering how does she look like and stuff. I'll show you. Her children too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SX6X9LPcGaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Pr40z-jWO3c/s400/DSC00300.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295837289079642530" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is her!!! Sexy ay?? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SX6Yk1vhxqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fwe6iEoVpSY/s400/DSC00205.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295837970503419554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the two mischevious yet lovely cousins of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one raising her hand is Miranda, the younger one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; The one holding the present is Amelia, the one with the same birthday as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SX6aR2RVAlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/uW0U7da3U7E/s400/DSC00166.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295839843250930258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at Miranda. She's only five and she knows how to camwhore better than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Look, isn't she lovely. She's so adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, that's basically my aunt and her children. Sorry, I don't have my uncle's photo. But that is okay right? I'll get it sometime later. O yea, I'll show you a photo of a computer of another cousin. I was stunned when I saw his computer yesterday. Look!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SX6cIDDclEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/0zLYcdAlUf0/s400/DSC00315.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295841873906930754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at it. He's got a sound blaster at the left, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a 38 inch screen as his monitor and top of the range CPU and see the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is another cousin of mine playing Need For Speed Undercover!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trust me, the game IS nice!!!! See the beer can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't look at me, that's not mine. No no no.. Not mine. LOLs!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/S: Sorry, his room is very messy. Boys!! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll talk about chinese new year later. Not now. Practically very busy. I'll be going off soon to meet my great grandmother. Seriously, I don't really know who she is. I just know I'll be seeing a lot of my far cousins, uncles and aunties which I don't really know. You get what I mean right? Meet each other once every year. Yea, that's how far those people are to me. So that place will be very packed. Anyways, i'm going off now. Bye people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6347838397287399040-4973861320464990357?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4973861320464990357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=4973861320464990357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/4973861320464990357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/4973861320464990357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year!!!!'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SX6VG3b24DI/AAAAAAAAAME/UusWci76I60/s72-c/DSC00303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-4073935673940757358</id><published>2009-01-25T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:23:31.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Videos Are Cool</title><content type='html'>Seriously, this is the 2nd time I changed the looks of this blog. Is this nice? Its simple yet sophisticated ain't it? I am loving it!!! Okay, actually it was out of boredom so I decided to change the looks of it. But it is a beauty ay? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Wth? I'm talking so gay-ishly!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, since I was seriously bored just now and with nothing else to do, I decided to check videos in youtube concerning chinese new year. So these are the vids that caught my attention. Don't close the window. Please watch the vids first okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just a reminder: The following videos appeared in our Malaysian televisions only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first video is about a group of old ladies talking about their children and it goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5OojpJ1ark&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5OojpJ1ark&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in those aunties' faces!! Am I right? Old ladies with no life but to brag how good their children are. Chinese!! Wait, I'm chinese too. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wHpLPMBGYc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wHpLPMBGYc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballet and martial arts? Nice combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored alright. I had nothing to do so I watched these videos la. At least it was something to do with chinese new year right? Btw, before I sign off, I wanna wish you guys a wonderful &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P/S: Google Chrome rocks!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-4073935673940757358?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4073935673940757358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=4073935673940757358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/4073935673940757358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/4073935673940757358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year-videos-are-cool.html' title='Chinese New Year Videos Are Cool'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-5405850365044133093</id><published>2009-01-24T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:08:19.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, its not that I want to but I'm seriously bored so I blog.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; (is that even supposed to be funny. Oh, sarcasm.)&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, today is boring with nothing to do even though Chinese New Year is approaching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To be honest, I dislike Chinese New Year. It's a time when I meet faces that I don't know and I have to forge a smile to show that I'm happy. So basically, its the time when I'm not myself. Urgh!! Hate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just don't understand the tradition that when its chinese new year, we have to clean the house and stuff. Its just not practical to me. If we wanna do it, why not o it in the starting of the year. It would be more exciting and more meaningful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But still, its a tradition, annnnndddddd it involves me too. Yuck!! Hate cleaning the house. Wears me off!! I feek like talking pictures of random stuff. Should I? Nah.. I'll pass. Okay, I'm lost in words to bore you already. Signing off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wait!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Wanna see Jessica Alba's daughter, Honor Marie?&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.contactmusic.com/pics/lb/jessica_alba_melrose_141208/jessica_alba_2216525.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 742px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't she a cutie?? I feel like kissing her. I like babies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, that was gay. Shut the fish up man!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I've nothing to show you and nothing to tell you. You are now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ALLOWED&lt;/span&gt; by me to close the window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-5405850365044133093?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5405850365044133093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=5405850365044133093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/5405850365044133093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/5405850365044133093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored-again.html' title='Bored Again?'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-2267605735069749552</id><published>2009-01-23T13:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:39:17.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents For Me??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today ISN'T my birthday but still I recieved several presents from my schoolmates. Mainly because next week is indeed Chinese New Year and they aren't able to see me, so here are the presents that I recieved from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294365131655358594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXldCVeIKII/AAAAAAAAAKA/DNRUfkyxv7g/s320/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, this is a notebook from one of them but well, this notebook definitely IS different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294368150479749298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXlfyDd8wLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/s3VMAwuTrKc/s320/DSC00286.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;See this cup over here. It was a little sweet to have my birthday written over there. But seriously, I look like a homo with that. No worries, I don't mind since its your gifts, I'll use it for sure. Looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294366425884474594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXleNq2ZPOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dIcOToxhHbA/s320/DSC00288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks cute ay?? I was like whoa when I first saw it. Never expected a present like this. Honestly, I was really touched by the present. When my mom saw it, she was like "So cute!! Who give? Must be a girl right?" LOLs!! Definitely, but its the sweeteset present. Thank you so much whoever you are. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294369127000649922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXlgq5SrMMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XrkXAb6LPnA/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cards, cards and more cards!! Some were so meaningful, sighs, makes me remember that this is my last year in school with those buggers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294369893477584786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXlhXgpBD5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/svo5DzJWD2s/s320/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Okay, so these are the presents from them. Notice a disc lying there? Urm, its some kind of wish sent by a friend. Seriously, why do you make it so touching? Urgh!! It made me reflect my life with them for a bit. Okay. That is all I recieved from them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WAIT!! Don't close the window just yet. Its not my really my birthday yet remember? So, I'll be receiving more gifts from others!! Hahaha!! For those of you who intend to give but don't have any idea on what to give, here's a list. LOLs!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.Playstation 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.Pink Underwear (Must be a Hush Puppies brand. Its more comfortable alright.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.Converse shoe (I'm size 9 if you want to know.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.Handmade gifts!! (Its supposed to be the first of the list.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5.New Camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6.NewER laptop (I feel greedy cause I have this laptop for a year only.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7.More hair (On my head, you idiots!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmmm, I don't feel like cracking my head for more presents. Be creative. Signing off, you homos. Bye, Jessica. *muacks* Kisses for all of you for today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-2267605735069749552?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2267605735069749552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=2267605735069749552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2267605735069749552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/2267605735069749552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/01/presents-for-me.html' title='Presents For Me??'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXldCVeIKII/AAAAAAAAAKA/DNRUfkyxv7g/s72-c/DSC00285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-830641790181609983</id><published>2009-01-21T14:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:22:15.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karamjit Tan / Mary Tan Is A She</title><content type='html'>Today was the worst day ever for this year at the moment I guess. Some idiot labelled by some of us students of SMK Seri Mutiara as Karamjit Tan or Mary Tan shouted at me in class for no reason. (FYI, it is a she.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario: We were supposed to do our equation from a graph that we were supposed to finish before her class starts. That means we had to finish our graph first then only we are able to do the equation.(Add Math class) More than half the class didn't know that we are supposed to do that work. So I was doing the graph at that moment. In fact, it was more than half the class doing the graph first before the equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amirul: Teacher, I really don't know that got Skill Practice 1.(That was the work that most of us didn't know about.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tan: *Jokingly replies* Do now la. Why don't know? *proceeds to other places*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tan: *approaches my desk* Joshua, why now still doing graph? I thought I told you to do it last week? (says it in an angry and annoying note.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Joshua: I didn't know teacher. I really didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tan: (starts shouting already)The whole class done d, how come you still with your graph? (FYI, the person at the side of me was doing his graph too. That bi***!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Joshua: Cause I really didn't hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tan: *goes to another place and shows me the book of my friend who has finished that work* What is this?! You some more say don't know? *screams at the top of her voice* *throws my paper away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually continues on... But I don't really remember the words already but she was condemning me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continues shouting her way through that the other two classes beside my class could hear her. I don't wanna go into details but that time, she was like badmouthing me and stuff. What the heck is that? How can you scold me without any real reason just because I helped my friend? You are some worthless piece of no brainer. Help those who done so many wrong things and me? Innocent but you still had to find trouble with me. ASSHO**!!!! GOD, please judge her, help me not to judge her!! Help me to be able to withstand her. She finds me to scold without any particular reason!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-830641790181609983?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/830641790181609983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=830641790181609983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/830641790181609983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/830641790181609983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/01/karamjit-tan-mary-tan-is-she.html' title='Karamjit Tan / Mary Tan Is A She'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-3830685423262857232</id><published>2009-01-17T18:22:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:26:41.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Education Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Thursday if I've not mistaken, the school counsellor told us a bout a trip to an education fair. Well, to be honest, neither of us were interested about the trip so we decided not to listen to teacher but she reminded us that Saturday, it was a schooling day then, straight away, everybody listened intently and agreed right away without second thoughts. Including me of course. Like duh!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday arrived, I woke up feeling rather awkward. You know when there is something interesting, you start to have butterflies in your stomach and stuff. Yea, that was how I felt. Anyways, I went to school with my phone. Obvioulsy I would bring my phone. If not how do I get those pics for you as promised? I'm not a naughty boy alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, that aside. Let's start with our journey there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292214848309481538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXG5XXyI0EI/AAAAAAAAAIM/IjBWyL-Lqwk/s320/DSC00242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, this is the picture of us in the bus. Boring huh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292218285347522002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXG8fbv3RdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1tfRf8BfqAc/s320/DSC00244.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This one was random. We arrived here and decided to take a picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292223130220575762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXHA5cTnPBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4Y4M36g0VgU/s320/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Okay, this picture is a little weird. I asked a random guy to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help take a picture but he accientally increased the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;brightness and ended up like this. But I guess its quite okay right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292223991148525602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXHBrjg1OCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Jn2dWeoj8E8/s320/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These two are on of the posers. See the next picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292224747402032322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXHCXkxt9MI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6yC8IZKzAMI/s320/DSC00248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You got that right, the other two posers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyways, the place was really boring to be honest. We weren't the least bit interested. Maybe some of us are but not about the fair but about collecting how many pens and bags as possible. So most of us went to The Mall which is near PWTC and had our breakfast at McDonalds. Kah Yin bought a cup of coffee which literally tasted lik plain water. Look at our expression.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292226568257588594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXHEBj_gzXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aTa9crCvhp8/s320/DSC00260.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is our constipated pose. It was like YUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So we decided to put more sugar and more more creamer. 5 creamers and 6 packets of sugar. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;YUMMY YUM YUM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292229480063239666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXHGrDUFBfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ETTuxyH9WtU/s320/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In the process of putting the 7th packet of creamer or sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292227559091502930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXHE7PIuf1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Q-jvjNeDeuY/s320/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There it is!! LOLs!! It started to taste more like &lt;em&gt;teh tarik&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fact, it tasted better than &lt;em&gt;teh tarik&lt;/em&gt; itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good ay? Don't believe it?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try it yourself!! As Nike says it, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST DO IT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another bunch of random pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292229079664984850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXHGTvtsgxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bEIJP-L4MH4/s320/DSC00264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Manpreeeeeeeet thinks he's hot!! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292230120581596786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXHHQVbjhnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/zbWD24kyfhU/s320/DSC00276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kuan Yoke thinks she's hotter!! LOLs!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292231281293391170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXHIT5az9UI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QV7AZQ0j1mE/s320/DSC00269.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I think Ronald McDonald is gay. Look at him molesting us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're innocent with those constipated looks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292232394092952274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXHJUq65utI/AAAAAAAAAJk/nEt_A54Mi6U/s320/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Look at Boon Kit. He's adorable!! And I? Urm, Oh shut up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292234407560213666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXHLJ3q59KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NCP4kAZlTPE/s320/DSC00270.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Me with self proclaimed Jolin Tsai. Did I get her name right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't know who she is but I guess she's very famous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyways, should I be excited? Or not? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Han Boon, you're not her. You're just Han Boon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292235479923830482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXHMISiULtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xg7dwMVOtSE/s320/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A random picture taken by Zi Yang. Random ay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Actually, there are many more pictures but I guess I can't upload all. Its too many. Anyways, we had a good time there. No wait, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GREAT TIME THERE!!&lt;/span&gt; Sighs!! I'm beginning to like Form 5 life. I don't wanna grow up!! Signing off. Ciaos dudes and dudettes and Jessica!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-3830685423262857232?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3830685423262857232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=3830685423262857232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3830685423262857232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3830685423262857232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/01/education-fair.html' title='Education Fair'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SXG5XXyI0EI/AAAAAAAAAIM/IjBWyL-Lqwk/s72-c/DSC00242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-3071059351556837824</id><published>2009-01-16T19:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:09:21.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Freaking Hectic</title><content type='html'>Today was rather hectic. I mean, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;7 - 12.30: school, 1.20 - 1.50 : clean up, 2.00 - 5.30 : Zi's house, 5.40 - 5.59 : journey to BK, 6.00 - 6.30 : BK, 6.40 - 7.00 : journey back home. 7.00 - now : internet&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, it wasn't that hectic fr some of you but it was for me basically because I don't usually do that. My life was usually 7 - 1.10 or sometimes at 12.30 like today : school, then the rest is FREE TIME!! But today was like URGH!! I'm pretty sticky by the way if you wanna know my condition. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs!! I'm bored again. I don't know what's happening to me but I'm moody now. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna kick someone in the butt. Want me to kick yours?&lt;/span&gt; No worries girls, its for the boys not you. Nothing much happened today. Just the usual stuff. Study, get scolded by that doubledfacedteacher, day dream, go crazy and go crazy and go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's another freaking school day. BUT!!!!! I'm going on a class trip to PWTC for &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'I don't know why the heck we're going there for'&lt;/span&gt; program. Ahha, at least I get to skip class lessons for one whole day aaannnnnnddddd avoid that witch's face. I hope you know who I'm talking about. There'll be pictures, pictures and more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I have almost everything about today spilled out in the blog, I will sign off. Bye buggers!! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-3071059351556837824?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3071059351556837824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=3071059351556837824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3071059351556837824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/3071059351556837824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-rather-hectic.html' title='Today&apos;s Freaking Hectic'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-8923123600335925961</id><published>2009-01-15T16:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:48:05.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Freaking Tired La!!!</title><content type='html'>Today was like hell but not hell, you get what I mean? I had to wait for my transport home for approximately 3 hours. Furthermore, at the bus stop, it was like hot and humid so I guess you could imagine my condition that time. Sweating like there's no tomorrow and feeling sticky all over. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yea, including inside but please not too in alright?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*awkward moment of silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaayyyyysssss.. Moving on. I'm not sure why I typed the title saying I'm tired but seriously my brain is now defunct. Haha!! But still, I'm capable of typing this rubbish for you folks to look at. Don't be impressed cause I already am at myself. xD So what the heck am I doing now you may wonder. I'm freaking tired of thinking of a topic to write la of course!! LOLs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yea, I remembered today I'll write about something more interesting right? I guess you ain't interested at it huh?? Hahaha!! Sorrys. Well, today at school. Okay, normally at school, the boys in my class have this chat. Urm, a 'chat' about some boy stuff. C'mon its not surprising. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Boys talking boy stuff.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*another awkward silence*&lt;/span&gt; Okay okay, its going to the wrong direction. It is actually supposed to be this way if you get what I'm talking about. So being a christian, I don't know these stuffs like urm, urm, urm. Boys things la, I won't go on on that matter. Haiyo!! I'm not some sicko alright. So my friend who is also a christian and I went curious. So we bombarded them with those questions that went deep. For example we asked questions such as 'How long does it take to *ahem*?' 'Is it fun?' 'What?' This that this that. You know. It was pure knowledge alright even though we went to those really deep stuff and laughed till we went half dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. I broke a chair today. It wasn't my fault but because of my friends, my chair was like literally ROSAK!! While going to change my chair, I thought it was useless so I threw it and it went &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kafreakingboom&lt;/span&gt;!! LOLs!! Okay, I know you're not laughing. It didn't go &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kafreakingboom&lt;/span&gt; but a loud thud did give out okay. I knew it was bad to do that and it could bring me trouble but seriously it gave me a nice sensation after I did that. I wish I could do that again. Furthermore, I went bonkers on my head today while riding on Derek's back down the stairs to the canteen but it was crazily FUN. Okay, that is for today. Tomorrow, another freaking day. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sayonara amigos!! Whoa!! Japanese plus Spanish!! Japanish!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*coldness rushing to every part of your skin*&lt;/span&gt; Kisses for you, Jessica and *ahem* Him alright. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-8923123600335925961?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8923123600335925961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=8923123600335925961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8923123600335925961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8923123600335925961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-freaking-tired-la.html' title='I&apos;m Freaking Tired La!!!'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-415812204101027612</id><published>2009-01-14T19:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:58:02.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgettable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is forgettable.&lt;br /&gt;Can't even remember a thing of what I did today in school except letting&lt;br /&gt;teachers correcting me in some way or another.&lt;br /&gt;I have tonnes of work waiting to be done&lt;br /&gt;and I'm here doodling away time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M BORED, YOU HOMOS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here right in front of the screen and thinking of&lt;br /&gt;what to freaking write as my next post but what comes out is just *blank*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I have an essay to write entitled My Idol and&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing but Jessica Alba in my brain to write.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness!! How am I suposed to continue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the way I'm writting.&lt;br /&gt;It's looks like a poem written by the famous poet, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;J-O-S-H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARGH!!!! I'M ABOUT TO DIE OF BOREDOM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I had a vision and you were in it.&lt;br /&gt;You know what it was? It stated &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I'm FREAKING BORED"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I just woke up from dreamland and my brain now is like empty.&lt;br /&gt;You can ask me 1+1 and I'll answer 3.&lt;br /&gt;Try me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you're bored reading this too ay? LOLs!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tomorrow will be better alright?&lt;br /&gt;I promise. Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, signing off.&lt;br /&gt;Good evening people and happy schooling day tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;P/S: Thanks for reading. Really appreciate it and come back again cause tomorrow's post will be better I hope.&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/6347838397287399040-415812204101027612?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/415812204101027612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=415812204101027612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/415812204101027612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/415812204101027612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/01/forgettable.html' title='Forgettable'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-7492849480693363821</id><published>2009-01-13T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:05:00.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 cents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; Okay, I'm not sure why I titled this post 50 cents but still I got 2 50 cents robbed by a teacher today. 1 for not bringing my book and the other is not doing the notes. Let me elaborate. I was having bio class. As warned by teacher yesterday, she said if we didn't bring our books or didn't do our work then we have to pay. That was something reasonable but the amount of money used to pay isn't reasonable. Anyways, the following day which is today, I accidentally brought my physics book instead of my bio. I tried to reason with her cause I really was innocent. Well, unsurprisingly, she declined to accept my apologies and decided to take the other 50 cents. Yesterday, she said whatever money she recieves goes into the class fund but till now, no money has ever entered the fund. I didn't mind paying for the work cause I really was wrong but still the text book. 50 cent isn't much but as &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Russel Peters&lt;/span&gt; quotes: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*chinese apek accent*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;50 cent a lot of money, when you save another 50 cent, you get one dollar. You go the dollar store, you get another thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See!! Oh well, enough about the 50 cent. I don't care about it actually.&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Its just that I wonder if she's 'eating' the money as we chinese usually say 'sek chin' or not.&lt;/span&gt; Today was rather boring with nothing in my mind but Jessica Alba when I started this post. Yea, no kidding. Sighs!! Chinese New Year around the corner. Money, money, here I come!! xD Signing off!! Goodnight once again and this time its for you not Jessica cause I said it to her already. Hahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 462px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://h2cards.com/images/HRP-16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Money in beautiful red packets called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANG PAU&lt;/span&gt;!! But this one ain't beautiful. Yuck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-7492849480693363821?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7492849480693363821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=7492849480693363821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7492849480693363821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/7492849480693363821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/01/50-cents.html' title='50 cents'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-6980710683488148047</id><published>2009-01-12T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:32:44.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D - Distraction&lt;br /&gt;R - Regression&lt;br /&gt;A - Adjustment&lt;br /&gt;M - Maturity&lt;br /&gt;A - Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the words that came out of the famous love doctor. *drums rolling* The Love Guru!! Hahaha!! Well, those things I mentioned just now is irrelevant to what I'm about to tell you now except for one thing, that is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DRAMA!!&lt;/span&gt; In school, we had little little dramas that can piss me off as well as make me laugh. Okay, first &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DRAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*class in a noisy state*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Joshua: *checking his homework*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Pn. Tan: Kah Yin, STOP being noisy, you sit at Michelle's place. The new girl sit your place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kah Yin: What? *goes to the place and sits*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Joshua: *still checking homework* *Never said a word at that time*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Pn. Tan: Joshua, STOP TALKING can or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Joshua: What did I do? I never even open my mouth. *Saying it out of innocence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Pn. Tan: Stares at me with a retarded serious look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really pissed me off. The class was noisy but I wasn't the one making the noise. I wasn't even doing anything, just checking my homework and she freaking aimed for me. What a doubled faced teacher, supporting those she likes and find faults in those she doesn't like and they don't even have one. She clearly made me dislike her. I didn't even do anything wrong. I didn't even make any noise and she starts scolding me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Freaking One Sided Pea Brain!!&lt;/span&gt; Dislike her. I guess its not only me but loads of people dislike her. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Its because of her injustice and finding faults in people she doesn't like.&lt;/span&gt; Furthermore, she's a christian. I am ashamed of even typing this word. What a disgrace. Anyways, another &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DRAMA&lt;/span&gt; that kept me laughing whenever I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pn. Rohayah: Jangan Bising!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Class: *Still chattering and not minding her scolding*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pn. Rohayah: Jangan Bising!! Kelas utama pun macam ini. Kelas pertama mesti macam role model. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BISING MACAM HANTU! HANTU PUN TAK BISING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Class: *stopped talking and some laughed over her brainless comment*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I found what she said rather stupid and I really laughed in my heart of course. I don't wanna get my butt into trouble. She wasn't wrong anyways, the class was noisy but the way she said it, it made me laugh till I can cry. xD I'm not saying that she's useless or anything but how can a Bahasa Malaysia teacher say these kinds of words that doesn't make sense and her face, super innocent without realizing she made a big mistake in saying that. LOLs!! What a day with things like this that happens always. Anyways, that's all for today. Goodnight!! Not to you again. Its for Jessica!! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-6980710683488148047?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6980710683488148047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=6980710683488148047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6980710683488148047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/6980710683488148047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/01/drama-drama.html' title='Drama Drama'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-8625340830958538056</id><published>2009-01-11T20:43:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:32:42.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BersatUnite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not sure if the title's spelled right but I guess you know what I'm talking about right? Well, for those of you who don't know what this event was all about, its the unity that we should incorporate in our christian walk with God despite our divisions. I guess God wants us all to live in unity and not in divisions. Okay, enough about the spiritual stuff. So this event had a Malaysian singer who appeared in this event. She's none other than&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Juwita Suwito&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I tried finding her background in wikipedia but sadly, couldn't find her in it. But still she's famous alright and most importantly, she's God fearing. Her voice was like *hmmm*, how do you describe it? Wonderful? Nah, better than that. You go listen for yourself. So this is the event we went to Wesley Methodist Church if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290026414945675970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWny_yNFKsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/B3afkaYehpU/s320/DSC00215.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the place we had our so called mini concert. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290021972229655090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWnu9LzCijI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3Bb0iHkm8AY/s320/DSC00216.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Another picture of the place. Like duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290021549584464018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWnuklUkuJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BFZ-mM-P4-s/s320/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;These are one of the posers that didn't get enough attention. Pity ay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290022569734245970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWnvf9rPDlI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PoGGQLD_I38/s320/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, this picture is actually randomly taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look cute standing together right? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290028010855999666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWn0crbwKLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1jYJ78iLNd8/s320/DSC00221.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the first band that played the worship session. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Personally, I wasn't really into it but I guess they tried their very best,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I have to give them credits for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290029549142832098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWn12N_6c-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/U97bpDCC0o4/s320/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Juwita Suwito but I couldn't capture the look of her face sadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290030211213854850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWn2cwZ8iII/AAAAAAAAAHs/RiQ1zjqEA_A/s320/DSC00226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Another picture of her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290030967445105506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWn3Ixlhq2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/MjA8LihRAys/s320/DSC00233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Coincidentally, the moon that night was full. In other words,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it was a full moon that night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290032208916831202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWn4RCbc2-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/bByZ0hjYYSs/s320/DSC00234(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Juwita Suwito together with me (the censored one cause that pic sucked!!),&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jonathan, Mark and Matthew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Overall, the event was really nice. I wished the night would not end. I guess in every event like this, everyone would wish the same thing. The event was awesome. I had a great time and not forgetting the purpose why I'm supposed to be there. Anyways, that's yesterday. It's a new day everyday. Tomorrow's freaking school once again!! The misery starts over again. Urgh!! Signing off. Goodnight!! I'm not saying to you, I'm saying to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jessica Alba&lt;/span&gt;. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-8625340830958538056?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8625340830958538056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=8625340830958538056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8625340830958538056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/8625340830958538056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/01/bersatunite.html' title='BersatUnite'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWny_yNFKsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/B3afkaYehpU/s72-c/DSC00215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347838397287399040.post-5684748894825103978</id><published>2009-01-10T14:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:12:01.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica Alba</title><content type='html'>For those of you who still don't know this. I am hooked on to Jessica Alba. You can't disagree with me when I say she's hot. She is!! Am I right? She has never appeared in porn alright. Stop saying that in my face. She is an &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;angel&lt;/span&gt;. She is hot as a volcano explosion. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She is HOT HOT HOT!!&lt;/span&gt; Here's a picture of her if you don't agree with me. READY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289554435033798130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWhFu8BIFfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yhHGsjNJJPI/s400/jessicaAlba1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;This is HER. It's not porn alright, this is one of the pics from the movie &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'Into the Blue'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has a husband and a child but still for me, she is hotter than anyone right now man. Haha, enough of this. At least I got my point out. Urm, yesterday's BK was like super packed. Last year, there were 9 of us but this year, it has kefreakingdoubled plus a few extras. I think approximately 23 of us now. Many huh? I couldn't get the pictures but nevermind, I'll try getting it next week. Okay?? xD Signing out now, Cheerios dudes and dudettes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347838397287399040-5684748894825103978?l=j-o-s-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5684748894825103978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347838397287399040&amp;postID=5684748894825103978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/5684748894825103978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347838397287399040/posts/default/5684748894825103978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-o-s-h.blogspot.com/2009/01/jessica-alba.html' title='Jessica Alba'/><author><name>J - O - S - H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088397308303287024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWTPadZm5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5xEokubr7mk/S220/IMG+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2cInjp80Q8/SWhFu8BIFfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yhHGsjNJJPI/s72-c/jessicaAlba1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
