<?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-27468189</id><updated>2012-02-10T17:12:32.237+08:00</updated><category term='Yummy for your Tummy :D'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Women for Dummies'/><category term='Tags'/><title type='text'>tzetodahao ♠</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>277</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-2998603925454618989</id><published>2012-01-08T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T04:52:07.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>I feel like my life now has not turned to the direction I expected it to turn to. In 2011, there were thoughts about how my life would be when I start on my medical degree and I thought things will proceed as I think it would. However, I've never imagined that not planning for a different outcome would be so dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the previous posts, I expressed my dissatisfaction about my idling situation. Looks like it just took another plunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me these 6 months to realise, sometimes things do not happen on its own. You have to pursue something for it to happen. I know I know, everyone probably knew this since they were born. But even so, for it to hit me in the face like this, the feeling is quite indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as simple as achieving good results or getting a good body as a result of consistent workouts, it's something more abstract like connecting with people, friendships etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like these things are very unpredictable. Sometimes it turns out in your favor, and sometimes it just doesn't turn out well. Question is whether the problem is on my end, or is it the others? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example I've recently cut off connections with someone who I've known for quite some time, it saddens me but I'd rather not be taken for granted again and again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel when someone only talks to you when they need your favor, and when you do help them out, you don't hear from them again until the next favor comes in?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ignored 'these doings' ( I've got no word to describe this ) and hoped that things would be better and that person could actually treat me as a proper friend. But recently the same thing repeated itself, and I just can't see myself going through that vicious cycle again. That doesn't fit in too well to my definition of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I was being harsh but it took a lot of guts to actually confront that person. Not knowing whether it was the right thing to do or not, but it made me feel a little bit better, so I guess it was right in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I still wish I didn't have to do that. Hah, I hate the fact that I can have mixed feeling after deciding on something. Probably solving my indecisiveness has to go in the list of new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one likes to be taken for granted or taken advantage. And I'm sure for those who did so before, I'm pretty sure you don't like to be taken advantage as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't do things to others which you would not like to be done to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this phase would pass soon, but I can only hope for the best. It's not like I enjoy being so pessimistic either (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, Happy New Year everyone and hope you get to reach the goals you set in this year 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-2998603925454618989?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/2998603925454618989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=2998603925454618989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/2998603925454618989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/2998603925454618989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2012/01/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-6665626484647615750</id><published>2011-12-26T00:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T02:37:54.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not making an effort</title><content type='html'>“We must all suffer from one of two pains: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret. The difference is discipline weighs ounces while regret weighs tons.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, looking back at the time when I was still studying for the final exam. I should have worked harder, or maybe let go of my ego and get some help. In the end, my entry to my dream course was denied just because I lacked 3 percentile from the requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till today, the feeling of regret haunts me, every day and night, even before I sleep, I always thought to myself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=40&gt;What if?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't really mind much about being delayed for another 6 months. But, looking at other people moving on to the next chapter of their life made me felt left behind. I felt like I was stuck in the same phase, not moving forward and hopefully not moving backwards. Moreover, I've never enjoyed this phase to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being neither here nor there is just like standing on the boat without a paddle constantly drifting without knowing where you'd end up. That's how I feel. Although I've sat for the exam again, somehow I still feel uncertain despite the great amount of effort I've put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These consequences that I suffered made me realise that we have to set our priorities, and focus on what's more important. It's not high school anymore, we can't always fall back on our parents, we have responsibilities to shoulder. If you were to fail to prioritise, you'd suffer more shit than I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being idle like this has made me irritable to small things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, people don't make an effort to converse nicely or their not fucking bothered at all. The point of a conversation is either to have a good time or get information from one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't intend to even talk properly, why bother initiating a conversation in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get insanely pissed when I'm the one being eager to converse where else the other party is not bothered at all. I don't get it, I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting a lot of people has opened my eyes, how they can be so superficial, fake, materialistic etc. Some of them even believe that they are socially superior to you. &lt;span&gt;( well they can go fuck themselves )&lt;/span&gt;  Can I really blame them for behaving that way? Some of them are brought up to embrace that bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, we live in a materialistic world, it can't be helped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-6665626484647615750?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/6665626484647615750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=6665626484647615750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/6665626484647615750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/6665626484647615750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-making-effort.html' title='Not making an effort'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-447968837236945679</id><published>2011-07-26T01:25:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:00:16.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I spend my time</title><content type='html'>It feels good to have my fingers pounding on the keyboard again. I don't know how people come up with post after post after post, and where do they even get titles from? I guess it's just the spur of the moment. I feel that it's all about consistency. Every time I feel like blogging, I tend to procrastinate and eventually I forget about what I'm supposed to blog about. So that basically sums up my absence from blogging, not because I'm too busy, but because I'm L A Z Y -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on holidays for the past 2 months. Actually come to think of it, I didn't realize how fast time flies. I had my prom 10 days right after my finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/841/img0012zb.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img841.imageshack.us/img841/8640/img0012zb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite surprised when the usually nerdy-geeky-awkward looking people like us turned out looking gorgeous and handsome that night. How much they transform was beyond my imagination, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note I thought that prom was pretty boring &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;( no offense to the organizer )&lt;/span&gt; I kind of expected it to turn out that way because I don't know everyone in college, I feel like that there's a whole other bunch of people that I've not talked to. Sure the food was alright and it was fancy and all, but I just didn't feel that 'graduation feeling' compared to what I felt in my high school prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I did enjoy seeing everyone dress up to the 9's and probably the &lt;s&gt;last&lt;/s&gt; time I'll be seeing them too, hopefully not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/543/img0183sh.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img543.imageshack.us/img543/3571/img0183sh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Port Dickson - Had a class trip right after prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time that 90% of the people in class were able to make it to the trip, well after a lot of convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that they made it, I still recall getting so much closer among the classmates after having gone to our first ever class trip. Imagine what would happen if we had more of these outings, I learned that it is important to spend as much time as possible to foster a good relationship with your classmate because you're going to spend xxx years with them throughout your course. I find it impossible to alienate yourself from your classmates without feeling crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite what I say sometimes about the class, they are awesome. Without them, I don't know how would I put up with Pre-U. I may sound like I'm exaggerating here but it was only towards the end of the trip when I realise things would be even more dull, if they were to not be there. Better late than never yeah? I have to admit I sort of miss them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/192/img0333e.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.imageshack.us/img192/1243/img0333e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Father's day - sisters baked the crepe cake while I helped 'assemble' the cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/6/img0331zr.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img6.imageshack.us/img6/5339/img0331zr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/594/img0335n.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img594.imageshack.us/img594/7462/img0335n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out more slimy then it should have, and it looks like a snail when you cut it out but it actually tastes pretty good, well at least my dad enjoyed it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/845/img0401kz.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img845.imageshack.us/img845/4760/img0401kz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Andrew promised to bring me to a good Steamboat BBQ Buffer Restaurant, and here we are in Bukit Tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/688/img0403c.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img688.imageshack.us/img688/4964/img0403c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite excited... well mostly jakun about catching live prawns, since the prawn we usually get on the counter are dead. And hah little did I know that my dear friend Eu Gene is afraid of jumping prawns :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/33/img0407l.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/1592/img0407l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a variety of food there, not to mention the same type of meat with different seasoning. I was told by some workers to not take photos but I did anyway, however I could only manage to take that many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/17/img0411td.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img17.imageshack.us/img17/3171/img0411td.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be fooled, this is easily 1/6 of what we had :D And for that much, only RM24! Worth all that money! *big grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/651/img0421z.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img651.imageshack.us/img651/1770/img0421z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/855/img0423i.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img855.imageshack.us/img855/4990/img0423i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought Sabrina, Sam, Jean and Eu Gene to my favorite bar of all time. Well guess who got high the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/839/img0448rr.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img839.imageshack.us/img839/4163/img0448rr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiked Broga Hill again with Andrew and Eu Gene this time. The view is entirely different when you climb all the way to the last peak. I didn't know why were we so lazy the last few times we went up Broga. That was the first time I've reached the last peak and I was blown away by the fact that I've not been able to see a proper sunrise for all the times I've been up there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*sarcasm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/191/img0350sh.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/2362/img0350sh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/560/img0351bf.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img560.imageshack.us/img560/6168/img0351bf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people I spend most of my time with when my classmates are around the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the usual routine is just not enough,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/718/img0362pi.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img718.imageshack.us/img718/6025/img0362pi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/828/img0756a.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img828.imageshack.us/img828/6439/img0756a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/163/img0387gu.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img163.imageshack.us/img163/1832/img0387gu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we bake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/651/img0827v.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img651.imageshack.us/img651/1063/img0827v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and even travel together (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-447968837236945679?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/447968837236945679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=447968837236945679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/447968837236945679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/447968837236945679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-i-spend-my-time.html' title='How I spend my time'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-8871044465877498579</id><published>2011-01-30T19:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T00:07:29.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy for your Tummy :D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TUVOgJnWBCI/AAAAAAAABs0/rA6913gXdp0/s1600/166374_485617394926_192427399926_5482180_8211873_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TUVOgJnWBCI/AAAAAAAABs0/rA6913gXdp0/s400/166374_485617394926_192427399926_5482180_8211873_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567942828557206562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last night I brought my family and my best friend to catch &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/MACC-Malaysian-Association-of-Chinese-Comedians/192427399926?v=wall"&gt;MACC&lt;/a&gt; in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word, &lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their jokes are all about us Malaysians, and we can relate to them easily, this is why I love them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must watch&lt;/span&gt; show for everyone. Just saying awesome would be an understatement. So don't miss the show that's going to be held during the end of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for another round of painful asses and stomachs. Just the perfect medicine for a good sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sleeping, whenever I don't blog I feel as though my mind is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;constipated&lt;/span&gt;, it thinks and thinks and thinks and thinks but at the end of the day, you wouldn't know what on earth are you thinking about. Do you guys experience the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you can't sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="border-style: dotted;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting fat. I eat a lot, and when I say a lot it isn't just the usual 2 bowls of rice kind of thing. I'd eat snacks in between meals too. It's not the weight that's concerning me though, I just feel more and more tired by the day, could it be the diet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, how can you resist food that are delicious, mouth watering and mind blasting that will bring you to a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MOUTH-gasm&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memphis Bistro - somewhere near Saujana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TUV8uqdaJtI/AAAAAAAABs8/-Z7BJpL54uQ/s1600/04012011859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 552px; height: 413px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TUV8uqdaJtI/AAAAAAAABs8/-Z7BJpL54uQ/s400/04012011859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567993655426950866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fettuccine with idk what sauce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TUWHSziIUzI/AAAAAAAABtc/0OD7aeiv7IA/s1600/04012011861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 552px; height: 413px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TUWHSziIUzI/AAAAAAAABtc/0OD7aeiv7IA/s400/04012011861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568005271454241586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their simply delicious lava cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TUV9c8ZFXKI/AAAAAAAABtM/cZ3YN4_4_74/s1600/04012011862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 552px; height: 413px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TUV9c8ZFXKI/AAAAAAAABtM/cZ3YN4_4_74/s400/04012011862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567994450514631842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just look at how the chocolate flow out from the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somewhere in near Summit, Subang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TUWCk-FQX1I/AAAAAAAABtU/hMkCOFg1ZWs/s1600/09012011863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 552px; height: 413px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TUWCk-FQX1I/AAAAAAAABtU/hMkCOFg1ZWs/s400/09012011863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568000085965430610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beer flavored prawns&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;( not really my best translation but yeah ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks good eh? How I wish you can eat as much as you want but don't grow fat. Gosh I sound like a glutton :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, college is killing me. Everyday seems like a never ending cycle. How I wish I've more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-8871044465877498579?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/8871044465877498579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=8871044465877498579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8871044465877498579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8871044465877498579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-last-night-i-brought-my-family-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TUVOgJnWBCI/AAAAAAAABs0/rA6913gXdp0/s72-c/166374_485617394926_192427399926_5482180_8211873_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-7679554003700491317</id><published>2011-01-23T10:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T19:06:53.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You only live once</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;listening to&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uu_zwdmz0hE&amp;amp;ob=av2el"&gt; Barbra Streisand&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made a promise to yourself that you'd update more often everyday. Unfortunately by the time you're supposed to update, you tell yourself you're too tired and that you'll blog the next day. But when the next day comes, you tell yourself to do it the next day, and the next day, and the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know, months passed by and you haven't even typed a single character on your keyboard. So here I am, picking up from where I left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTpXYJpZWAI/AAAAAAAABrE/7FiV76ZYeEU/s1600/166465_10150154200212907_717842906_8340656_3061019_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 552px; height: 413px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTpXYJpZWAI/AAAAAAAABrE/7FiV76ZYeEU/s400/166465_10150154200212907_717842906_8340656_3061019_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564856361987692546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blog about everything that happened since Jan 1 so I'll just do a recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st January&lt;/span&gt; - Had an awesome New Year's Party/Gathering with my secondary ex-classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTv4fM-l6KI/AAAAAAAABr0/-kzPOIZDnlg/s1600/IMG_0441%2B%2528Large%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTv4fM-l6KI/AAAAAAAABr0/-kzPOIZDnlg/s400/IMG_0441%2B%2528Large%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565314979489769634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTv3f2BSusI/AAAAAAAABrk/FrbmeIVNXmc/s1600/IMG_0453%2B%2528Large%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTv3f2BSusI/AAAAAAAABrk/FrbmeIVNXmc/s400/IMG_0453%2B%2528Large%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565313890995321538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTv33rrGa1I/AAAAAAAABrs/USamcUF48SI/s1600/IMG_0446%2B%2528Large%2529.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTv3f2BSusI/AAAAAAAABrk/FrbmeIVNXmc/s1600/IMG_0453%2B%2528Large%2529.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTv33rrGa1I/AAAAAAAABrs/USamcUF48SI/s1600/IMG_0446%2B%2528Large%2529.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTv33rrGa1I/AAAAAAAABrs/USamcUF48SI/s1600/IMG_0446%2B%2528Large%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTv33rrGa1I/AAAAAAAABrs/USamcUF48SI/s400/IMG_0446%2B%2528Large%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565314300534745938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; January&lt;/span&gt; - Celebrated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Choi&lt;/span&gt;-San's birthday&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; ( maybe gotten him a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; wasted? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTv_xClZMBI/AAAAAAAABsM/6qSRmXfS84k/s1600/lm9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTv_xClZMBI/AAAAAAAABsM/6qSRmXfS84k/s400/lm9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565322982518763538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTwCScFI03I/AAAAAAAABsU/cex9xuIo9bw/s1600/lm13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTwCScFI03I/AAAAAAAABsU/cex9xuIo9bw/s400/lm13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565325755321734002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcCIP5dd1zE&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 236px; height: 382px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTwC5GCNp3I/AAAAAAAABsc/b9k7LTJfWk8/s400/lm4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;click the picture to play the video :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; January&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LMFAO&lt;/span&gt; turned MOS upside down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole year started out pretty smooth, a little too early to say don't ya think? All that partying is giving me the beer belly, totally the opposite of what I want my tummy to look like. On the other hand I think ALL MEN'S STOMACH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOULD&lt;/span&gt; BE ABLE TO SING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTwLFNPYY9I/AAAAAAAABss/8jK-_DsEVH0/s1600/11122010683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTwLFNPYY9I/AAAAAAAABss/8jK-_DsEVH0/s400/11122010683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565335423604515794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to all the people with beer bellies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-7679554003700491317?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/7679554003700491317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=7679554003700491317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7679554003700491317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7679554003700491317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-only-live-once.html' title='You only live once'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TTpXYJpZWAI/AAAAAAAABrE/7FiV76ZYeEU/s72-c/166465_10150154200212907_717842906_8340656_3061019_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-7526878689291807201</id><published>2011-01-09T10:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T10:53:41.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TSkjK0X4NBI/AAAAAAAABq8/hLSk4jd6guM/s1600/windowsxp-vs-windows7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TSkjK0X4NBI/AAAAAAAABq8/hLSk4jd6guM/s400/windowsxp-vs-windows7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560013883730048018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally giving up on XP, moving to Windows 7, will &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; update after upgrading :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-7526878689291807201?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/7526878689291807201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=7526878689291807201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7526878689291807201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7526878689291807201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2011/01/finally-giving-up-on-xp-moving-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TSkjK0X4NBI/AAAAAAAABq8/hLSk4jd6guM/s72-c/windowsxp-vs-windows7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-4250000179353286434</id><published>2010-11-13T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T14:57:09.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presevere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:300%;" &gt;Just one more week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till I'm free again :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-4250000179353286434?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/4250000179353286434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=4250000179353286434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4250000179353286434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4250000179353286434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2010/11/presevere.html' title='Presevere'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-5766690900858200071</id><published>2010-10-25T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T19:19:53.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TMVnqcj6pXI/AAAAAAAABqc/V7nMeAHs-Qc/s1600/25102010618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TMVnqcj6pXI/AAAAAAAABqc/V7nMeAHs-Qc/s400/25102010618.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531941696213525874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy it's been 2 weeks since last post, my bad. I've been preparing for the long awaited AS Finals, it's gonna determine whether I get to pursue a medical degree or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole exam drags throughout more than a month so you can kind of imagine how long it is considering I'm only sitting for 5 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm about to be engulfed by mixed feelings. I can't wait for the exam to end, at the same time, I'm afraid by the time it comes I'm not prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I tried to concentrate when I study, but I came across some notes where I scribbled her name all over them some time back, how's that for getting back on track?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, it doesn't bug me though, I don't feel sad or anything, occasional flashbacks do happen, nothing else. Moreover, I think it's a bad time to think about all these so it's pretty unlikely for me to get involved in anything anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I still mean what I said on the last line of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" href="http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-marks-end-of-another-chapter.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining now, normally I would say ' at least I don't have to play under the heat ' but I really need that sort of thing now ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update pretty soon, stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-5766690900858200071?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/5766690900858200071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=5766690900858200071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/5766690900858200071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/5766690900858200071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2010/10/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TMVnqcj6pXI/AAAAAAAABqc/V7nMeAHs-Qc/s72-c/25102010618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-555937955421006241</id><published>2010-10-11T03:30:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T04:40:30.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This marks the end of another chapter</title><content type='html'>Usually I blog about my relationships right after it ends, expressing my agony and feelings, mostly depressing thoughts. But this one, if I'd done the same, I'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TLIVRajNtVI/AAAAAAAABqE/DxCNu3MpdAk/s1600/hmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TLIVRajNtVI/AAAAAAAABqE/DxCNu3MpdAk/s400/hmmm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526503081666000210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started dating officially on the 26th of February. How it happened, it was pretty spontaneous. I was at my school prom, hoping to dance with plenty of girls that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I finished my first dance, there I saw her sitting by the table all by herself. I walked up to her, and asked whether she'd like to dance. She accepted my invitation. We had one slow dance, it was pretty awkward at first, because it has been ages since we have not talked to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed every minute of the dance, back then I felt something good about her, something I could not describe with words. In my head I was thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go for her tzehao!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did, we dated for about 2 months, then I spontaneously asked her to be my girlfriend. The following few months was something better than I'd ever imagine. There's too much to write here but believe me it was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TLIXtsY6H4I/AAAAAAAABqM/jzTK6ga4SB4/s1600/08032010175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TLIXtsY6H4I/AAAAAAAABqM/jzTK6ga4SB4/s400/08032010175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526505766514204546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 8th of March 2010, she threw me a birthday party I'd never ever forget. That day was filled with mixed emotions. Sad, Surprised, Happy , Pissed you name it. Even today the whole scenario is still fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've done many other things together. I had a lot of ' My first times ' with her, exploring everything new that I've previously not been exposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was really great, in fact too good to be true. But then, I knew at one point, that we won't remain as those starry-eyed couples as life threw us many on-going problems to challenge us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, my exams were around the corner, I couldn't divide my attention as it was near impossible to do so. Eventually, on the 25th of August 2010, we broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I was devastated. I knew I was lost then because I was so emotionally dependent on her. But then again, who wouldn't be emotionally dependent on their partners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my best to occupy myself then, being everywhere. And just when I thought I was doing fine coping with everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TLIZvOVyBaI/AAAAAAAABqU/TqGVIJbh83c/s1600/untitled.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 24px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TLIZvOVyBaI/AAAAAAAABqU/TqGVIJbh83c/s400/untitled.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526507991831020962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a month plus after everything then. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whether it's true or not it doesn't matter I'll just talk about it anyway&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to be sure of it, I don't know why but I was obsessed with the idea of confirming it. But just as I was about to go too far, my 'Ji Mui' advised me. Given much thought, I stopped my foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, I think we'd learn something, whether it is during/after it ends. I don't believe in being enemies after breaking up. Hence the blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a person, everything about her can be summarized into one word - Simple. Shirts and Shorts are what she would wear. It is the simplicity in her that I love. She was contented with the simple things she had in life. It made me realise that the happiest people don't have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything they have. She taught me to enjoy the simplest pleasures of life as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is that we're different in terms of language spoken. To make it simple I was HBO and she was ' Wah Lai Toi '. Thanks to her, I took the initiative to reconnect myself with my Chinese Roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to laugh, so do I. Life can be tough at times,  and when it is I get obsessed with this one black dot on a white paper. She taught me to focus on the white spaces instead of the black dot. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;( if you get what I mean )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets pissed whenever I'm late, I always am. I became more punctual, for a change. Though, I still come late at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She introduced me to many new things, I tried many things I thought I'd never try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to fight back and answer people. It is thanks to her that I learn to take a step back and let people walk through, it made things simpler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most important of all, she made me realise that a strong family bond is very important in a person's life. I'm blessed for having the privilege of having a close relationship with my siblings, and my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I couldn't let go at first is pretty obvious. But now, after reminding myself ' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if its meant to be, it's meant to be&lt;/span&gt; ' ,with much of a heavy heart, I'm finally ready to let go of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any reason to get mad at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I am thankful, for she has left a very precious memory in my life. A memory I would definitely look back upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the things that she has done for me. And I can't thank her enough for making me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we're not exactly in good terms now, but I look forward to the day we talk again. :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-555937955421006241?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/555937955421006241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=555937955421006241' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/555937955421006241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/555937955421006241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-marks-end-of-another-chapter.html' title='This marks the end of another chapter'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TLIVRajNtVI/AAAAAAAABqE/DxCNu3MpdAk/s72-c/hmmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-5585593634396363526</id><published>2010-10-11T03:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T03:27:35.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH EM Gee</title><content type='html'>I'm running out of ideas for blog post titles, I guess I just haven't been out much, no idea how am I going to clear my mind and get new inspirations just by sitting at home and loving my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck I even went and search up guides to blog better, don't laugh cause it actually helps :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those who are interested &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;, check out &lt;a href="http://www.problogger.net/archives/2008/08/20/how-to-craft-post-titles-that-draw-readers-into-your-blog/"&gt;How To Blog Better&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="border-style: dotted;" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were talking about having a BBQ party over dinner. So what the heck we did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so last minute we only called 10 people or so. On top of that we only had about 1 day to prepare? We rushed to get the groceries with whatever spare time we had, marinated everything during the wee hours, and bam we made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs671.snc4/61127_10150281969200451_785935450_15066858_1751701_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs671.snc4/61127_10150281969200451_785935450_15066858_1751701_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I procrastinated to have this BBQ since Form 5 Trials man exactly a year ago :p So in a way I feel better I can finally tick that off my to-do-list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groceries weren't cheap, it sum up all to 300~400 plus? Not to mention the additional beers. We prepared way too much food to be munched down by 10 people, which then leads to SOS'ing people who had not eaten dinner to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for that last minute call by the way :p Anyway, it was a good dinner, and if given the chance to prepare everything not so in a rush, I would do it again, provided someone helps me this time ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I came back to school, having new classmates joining the PM3 family. We had a Steamboat Dinner to welcome them to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TLIQsQT6GSI/AAAAAAAABpc/2QkTawhkmU0/s1600/zue+and+i+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TLIQsQT6GSI/AAAAAAAABpc/2QkTawhkmU0/s400/zue+and+i+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526498045215775010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zue and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TLIQsxZXaOI/AAAAAAAABps/jzbG-LT1YKw/s1600/newclassmates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TLIQsxZXaOI/AAAAAAAABps/jzbG-LT1YKw/s400/newclassmates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526498054097037538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New classmates :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TLIQtNC2E8I/AAAAAAAABp0/iZgl4cq2cmo/s1600/63331_433428956085_618881085_5803086_998474_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TLIQtNC2E8I/AAAAAAAABp0/iZgl4cq2cmo/s400/63331_433428956085_618881085_5803086_998474_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526498061518771138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Classmates that left us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TLIQsgXTooI/AAAAAAAABpk/1LN1fGmgM3E/s1600/imitatesiuli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TLIQsgXTooI/AAAAAAAABpk/1LN1fGmgM3E/s400/imitatesiuli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526498049524998786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm, I forgot what happened here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TLIRXl1D3nI/AAAAAAAABp8/D3GE7B-u7gc/s1600/imitatesiuli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TLIRXl1D3nI/AAAAAAAABp8/D3GE7B-u7gc/s400/imitatesiuli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526498789726346866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imitating one of our classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats pretty much it for the class. I'm quite glad we have new people added in to the class cause we really lack people here in the class. In chinese we would go like ' em gao yan hei '.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're shy, but slowly feeling a part of the family. At least I think that way. I'm really looking forward to get to know them more (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this guy, David Choi, an asian that has exceptional vocals! Do check him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click on the picture&lt;/span&gt; if you wish to know more about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDTKAHk_T5k"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 613px; height: 347px;" src="http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/5940/davidchoi.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the link to image works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-5585593634396363526?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/5585593634396363526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=5585593634396363526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/5585593634396363526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/5585593634396363526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-em-gee_11.html' title='OH EM Gee'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TLIQsQT6GSI/AAAAAAAABpc/2QkTawhkmU0/s72-c/zue+and+i+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-5828909956521322313</id><published>2010-10-02T16:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T11:52:19.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New look</title><content type='html'>Just something I thought I should share, it cheered me up tremendously. Thanks to my friend Zue for sending this to me. I love the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;third line&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fourth line&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TKf8HFaYfpI/AAAAAAAABo8/rlNhG9SKajw/s1600/breakup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TKf8HFaYfpI/AAAAAAAABo8/rlNhG9SKajw/s400/breakup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523660666635320978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 things you should realize after a break-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Breaking up is either letting go of good one or kicking someone unworthy in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•You lose a person because you deserve someone better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Love has its own reason, destiny has its own way, and karma has its own judgment.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•The one who cries the most is the one who loves the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Time won’t heal the heartache but a new one will surely do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•It’s the end of the relationship. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; the end of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr size="1" style="border-style:dotted;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you guys can see I just changed the entire template from pitch black to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;almost-suit-your-eyes&lt;/span&gt; purple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-5828909956521322313?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/5828909956521322313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=5828909956521322313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/5828909956521322313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/5828909956521322313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-look.html' title='New look'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TKf8HFaYfpI/AAAAAAAABo8/rlNhG9SKajw/s72-c/breakup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-2774388298727313142</id><published>2010-09-25T15:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T18:42:19.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy ' 1 month '</title><content type='html'>I didn't realise how one month could just flew past me like that. I can't even imagine how I even managed to numb myself for the first two weeks. Till today, I don't think I'm completely over it, it still feels raw from time to time, it doesn't make sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times part of me wants to run up to her and hug her and swing her around like we've never met in many years ; then another part of me says that now's not the time, or it'll backfire somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way it's driving me nuts, stuck trying to make a difficult decision. I was pretty confident that I'd pick one of the two choices I had after giving it some thought, but then, something arise and there goes my chance to get the answer I longed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr size="1" style="border-style:dotted;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway putting that aside, my holidays were &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be good if I got 'super happening' all a sudden to get over this overwhelming depressing moment. I tried, only to find out that, it didn't really help much with recovering. When I'm around people, it doesn't cross my mind, but when it comes to the time when I'm alone, the thoughts alone can kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I realise that I was all over the place, I find it pretty silly, because I did not feel happy doing it either. Screwed up my sleeping hours, and kinda killed my body too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I knew it was time that I have to stop all these foolishness just to be around people all the time. Not that I do not enjoy the privilege of having people around it's just that it feels different if it's not with your closest bunch of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TJ3KF4E_5aI/AAAAAAAABn8/amRplhhVAGw/s1600/10092010508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TJ3KF4E_5aI/AAAAAAAABn8/amRplhhVAGw/s400/10092010508.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520790920527603106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TJ3KhpE6pSI/AAAAAAAABoE/tHCURDy0NGM/s1600/10092010515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TJ3KhpE6pSI/AAAAAAAABoE/tHCURDy0NGM/s400/10092010515.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520791397537064226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TJ3K8pR_QoI/AAAAAAAABoM/F64GT9ChwTM/s1600/10092010517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TJ3K8pR_QoI/AAAAAAAABoM/F64GT9ChwTM/s400/10092010517.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520791861448360578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TJ3LBALDSoI/AAAAAAAABoU/V8hMuX60mYo/s1600/10092010511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TJ3LBALDSoI/AAAAAAAABoU/V8hMuX60mYo/s400/10092010511.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520791936312756866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the hits played were good, crowd kinda sucked though. I thought it was supposed to be Ladies Night, and instead it turned out to be a Men's Fest -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One table had at least 6 guys on it, what a bummer man. And what makes it better is that the table which had bunch of girls didn't even hit the dance floor ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, other than that I couldn't remember a single thing, but what happens there stays there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were not really interesting at all, it kinda became a routine for me to sleep till it's late in the evening and probably waste the day just like that. Until one day :o Eu Gene and I decided to conquer Broga, it doesn't sound too challenging doesn't it but we had nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept for two hours, hooked on the GPS and got some beer and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TJ3OQ5IdO3I/AAAAAAAABoc/sFkK1577Yag/s1600/62500_430453688917_624398917_5039181_872234_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TJ3OQ5IdO3I/AAAAAAAABoc/sFkK1577Yag/s400/62500_430453688917_624398917_5039181_872234_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520795507835616114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me it was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WAYYYYY DARKER&lt;/span&gt; than this, I could barely see the road as I was driving into the area. We got lucky because some humans reached after I parked the car. I thought we were alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climbing was pretty challenging! I had an umbrella on one hand, and the icebox on the other and I still had to hold the torchlight. There were certain parts of the hill where you had to grab on to something in order to continue climbing, the safety ropes were broken, and I only saw a black patch when I looked forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I realised it was a bad idea bringing the beers and ice pack along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TJ3ORe6g6UI/AAAAAAAABok/fYinEzy6eUs/s1600/59309_430455238917_624398917_5039238_7260127_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TJ3ORe6g6UI/AAAAAAAABok/fYinEzy6eUs/s400/59309_430455238917_624398917_5039238_7260127_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520795517977684290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We REACHED! Just within 35 minutes of hiking. We were pretty excited we weren't late for the sunrise but the freaking area was so misty and I knew it was going to rain. We decided to wait a little longer before heading down and kept our fingers crossed that we might see that sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TJ3ORR7KSYI/AAAAAAAABos/fEla12tbKX4/s1600/59309_430455253917_624398917_5039241_6500702_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TJ3ORR7KSYI/AAAAAAAABos/fEla12tbKX4/s400/59309_430455253917_624398917_5039241_6500702_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520795514490734978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats a chilled beer when you're so exhausted gasping for air. I SHIT YOU NOT, those advertisement don't lie. When you're extremely thirsty just go for a beer, screw water :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TJ3ORgxWFoI/AAAAAAAABo0/ROBc-NuwL9o/s1600/58529_430454223917_624398917_5039211_4597878_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TJ3ORgxWFoI/AAAAAAAABo0/ROBc-NuwL9o/s400/58529_430454223917_624398917_5039211_4597878_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520795518476097154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a good experience, I had to spend 35 minutes, hiking up this hill, just to find out I am physically unfit, and kinda dumb for not being practical enough ' eg : bringing beer up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at MCD because there was not many shops opened around Semenyih, but we could've died from hunger and exhaustion I swear :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To be continued..&lt;/span&gt; I'm not done updating but enjoy reading (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-2774388298727313142?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/2774388298727313142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=2774388298727313142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/2774388298727313142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/2774388298727313142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-1-month.html' title='Happy &apos; 1 month &apos;'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TJ3KF4E_5aI/AAAAAAAABn8/amRplhhVAGw/s72-c/10092010508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-1502863956025694117</id><published>2010-09-08T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T01:37:53.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression</title><content type='html'>I just got over the fact that a person very dear to me asked me to shut down my blog due to privacy issues and all. I was really demotivated to blog because of that, and even after it didn't bug me after awhile, I eventually just got lazy to update. When I thought about it, I realised, there isn't much of a substance here to be used against me, nor does it expose anything that's not supposed to be exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I get questioned a lot about why I'd always 'put my soul' on the blog whenever I post up something new. The thing is, sometimes I see people going through  tough times, what they do is that they try to keep it to themselves in a small little bubble, and tank everything that hits them. And by the time they realise that they can't handle all of that pain, they &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;erupt&lt;/span&gt; or even &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;collapse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, expressing what I feel and all, has been an outlet for me. I feel so much better when I do so, even if I don't write about it, I'd talk about it. What's the point of letting that thought run around your mind like a bloody &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;roadrunner&lt;/span&gt; and not do something about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this form of outlet, I started to enjoy writing about my thoughts, voice out about something, love presenting something, anything that involves saying something. It made me feel good, just planting something from the mind to words. Eventually it became my passion, nothing's going to stop me, from blogging, no matter how controversial the post may be, how shitty it maybe, because &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I blog to express, not to impress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-1502863956025694117?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/1502863956025694117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=1502863956025694117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/1502863956025694117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/1502863956025694117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2010/09/expression.html' title='Expression'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-4995614028284672893</id><published>2010-08-26T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T02:19:55.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship 101</title><content type='html'>In most relationships, it always end with someone letting out the bomb. What I meant by bomb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;BOMB : everything you've done wrong, everything they're not happy about, everything they can't get used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bombs are solely the reason why the relationship ends! And mostly the bombs are kept to swipe one person in one short at the very last moment. Not only does the person have no time to prepare for it, that person just gets &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;washed away&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just gotta stop doing this! I mean seriously, isn't a relationship about where 2 people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;share&lt;/span&gt; their opinions and thoughts and feelings with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voicing out when there's something they don't agree on. Letting their partner know how they truly feel. At least letting their partner know what disturbs them, aggravates them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all a process. A process of getting to understand each other, to know the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don'ts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually understanding becomes the base of a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; does it give when you hide everything to yourself. Not only your problems build up, your partner don't even know nuts. Moreover, you're just going to drown in that pool of problems. And then when it's time to confront them, you explode, you can't take it, and you let it out on the partner, which obviously was waiting for you to mend things the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner's should be given the chance to know how you actually feel. Even if when it's their wrongdoing, they deserve a chance to know, and then decide on how to mend it. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;unfair&lt;/span&gt; to just throw one big load to them out of the blue. That's just being unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And it's probably one of the reason why hatred was born from break-ups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talking about mending things sounds so rigid-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. But believe me, nothing's more important than talking about disagreements and other problems in a relationship and fixing them. Not only you get to understand each other, you might even find out something new about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that too much to ask for, even for a better, stronger relationship? Why make people suffer from your selfishness, inconsiderate actions, when things could be much better off?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-4995614028284672893?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/4995614028284672893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=4995614028284672893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4995614028284672893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4995614028284672893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2010/08/relationship-101.html' title='Relationship 101'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-3422532505501310889</id><published>2010-06-21T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T03:05:54.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions</title><content type='html'>I miss the feeling of having a handful of emotions needed to be let out right away. I wouldn't say I'm back for good since I suddenly felt like venting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been good, everything's going well now. I really feel I need a new design for the blog, still figuring out what to do with it though, and not to mention a new web address :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="border-style: dotted;" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's pretty obvious that people generally have their own opinion on anything in the world. As a matter a fact, I do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're not the only person in this planet, opinions towards a certain something tend to vary from a person to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TB5hM9SkPcI/AAAAAAAABns/qcLIrnU0tkg/s1600/glass_half_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TB5hM9SkPcI/AAAAAAAABns/qcLIrnU0tkg/s400/glass_half_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484928271422602690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this glass for example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us might see it as half full or maybe even half empty. That's how different our thinking are from one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No, you look horrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No you're underweight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our opinion differ so much from each other that sometimes we do not agree with one another, that's how arguments happen &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;( as if that isn't obvious enough )&lt;/span&gt; Clashing of opinions are always solved by compromising with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, some people tend to impose their beliefs on others. I always believe that everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and we should respect an individual's opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because, you can accept something that you consider a norm, that does not mean others can see things the way you do. You should just accept the fact that others do not agree with how you view certain things instead of expecting them to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;comply with what you think is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, if people would just keep their ego and 'self denial' in their pockets, things would be so much more simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-3422532505501310889?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/3422532505501310889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=3422532505501310889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3422532505501310889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3422532505501310889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2010/06/opinions.html' title='Opinions'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/TB5hM9SkPcI/AAAAAAAABns/qcLIrnU0tkg/s72-c/glass_half_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-6089039223610713644</id><published>2010-03-01T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T23:49:50.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion</title><content type='html'>I find it amusing when people continue to surprise me again and again. How do they even become such a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes how people can really pissed the hell out of you. Not just once, but multiple times although you didn't do anything to them. I always have this idea about how ignorance is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bliss&lt;/span&gt; but then again the more you ignore them the more they come back at you.( oh crap this sounds like me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut it short, I kinda had issues with this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;, I left &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; alone, and now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; is back finding fault again, but this time, it's quite different, I don't know how, I don't know why but it shouldn't involve more than just the two of us. Blah I don't really do the whole POINT FINGER CRAP cause it's just so redundant :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, despite how much of an asshole these people can be, I realise that we should feel more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;compassion&lt;/span&gt; for the people who gets on our &lt;s&gt;effing&lt;/s&gt; bloody nerves. Maybe, just maybe they've got &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attention-deficit_hyperactivity_disorder"&gt;ADD&lt;/a&gt;. But then again, who knows right? Instead of complaining about how similar they are to a shithole, we should just embrace their idiocy when its at it's best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since King's Confectionery in Taipan have their regular 50% discounts on most things, I've been indulging myself in lots and lots and lots of DONUTS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/S4vbzLPzeTI/AAAAAAAABnk/2GMP26smQNM/s1600-h/27022010145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/S4vbzLPzeTI/AAAAAAAABnk/2GMP26smQNM/s400/27022010145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443686246846265650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks darn mouth watering right? OMG I'm joining the fat club, I have this tummy growing here, it's becoming my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love pot&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;But concerning blood circulation? It's all good since I have irritating people all over making my blood boil XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-6089039223610713644?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/6089039223610713644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=6089039223610713644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/6089039223610713644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/6089039223610713644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2010/03/compassion.html' title='Compassion'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/S4vbzLPzeTI/AAAAAAAABnk/2GMP26smQNM/s72-c/27022010145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-3372408371349084728</id><published>2010-02-28T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:11:57.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Tiger Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/S3kSCj4G32I/AAAAAAAABnc/qVm0VUqJbsw/s1600-h/340x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/S3kSCj4G32I/AAAAAAAABnc/qVm0VUqJbsw/s400/340x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438397860226195298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people :D I KNOW this blog have been bloody dead for so long! Even after saying that I'll update countless times. BUT don't worry, tomorrow I'll be back blogging! For real :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope to see you tomorrow * stares at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FEEDJIT&lt;/span&gt; * Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-3372408371349084728?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/3372408371349084728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=3372408371349084728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3372408371349084728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3372408371349084728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-tiger-year.html' title='Happy Tiger Year'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/S3kSCj4G32I/AAAAAAAABnc/qVm0VUqJbsw/s72-c/340x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-148761405804808827</id><published>2010-01-04T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:15:36.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean and cleaner and most of all very clean :D</title><content type='html'>I'm doing some cleaning up, playing around with the export and import blog, so, fear not, I'll be back updating soon enough :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-148761405804808827?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/148761405804808827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=148761405804808827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/148761405804808827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/148761405804808827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2010/01/clean-and-cleaner-and-most-of-all-very.html' title='Clean and cleaner and most of all very clean :D'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-4513713648258675355</id><published>2009-12-16T13:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I wanna say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SyhT_FsvukI/AAAAAAAABnU/rsb71eeHAMk/s1600-h/2248457256_cc2925a2d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SyhT_FsvukI/AAAAAAAABnU/rsb71eeHAMk/s400/2248457256_cc2925a2d1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415670895239739970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining heavily now, I've been stuck at home waiting to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, I've just got confronted by a fellow friend, and frankly, I wasn't too happy to know that. Not only it's all of a sudden, the confrontation was so pointless it just upsets me to even listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind being confronted all day long, you can even try everyday. But at least, get your facts right before &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shooting&lt;/span&gt; me? I wouldn't even know what you're talking about, and furthermore it just makes me angry to see you making false accusations without knowing what's actually going on. Sure your intention may be good but it isn't the way to do it. The confrontation would not only not go anywhere, it also makes you look like an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I can't believe I only have one paragraph for that, maybe it's a sign :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the conflict.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I don't know what am I fighting for? All those arguments, and finger pointing, what were those for? We were always arguing, with hopes to solve something, and it was never solved, I wonder why. But when I woke up this morning, I just thought to myself :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Why are we even fighting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of it there's no reason for us to even fight, why do we hold so much anger towards each other, I can even recall straying from the previous reason we argue every time we have an argument. Funny huh, how we make things complicated on our own, and how it never ends up getting solved. I don't even know how we make something out of nothing, and it turns out to be so big, at the end of the day, when you think back, it's just something silly. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm just tired of doing this again and again, and what more can I do when it goes no where. Arguments were meant to come to a conclusion, but this? It's just going to go round and round and a solution will never appear. I don't even know what's this for but yeah I'm done repeating the cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never regretted that day, if this is what it takes, to open my eyes wider, I'm so glad it happened. I had a very refreshing talk with Lyn the other day, and to my surprise, I really don't know what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are. How can I define you? Who are you!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you make me feel like it's possible for me to do everything, regardless of the situation. You're just what everyone wants in their lives. However, I realise you're more than that, there's something that I'm eager to know more about you. As the clock ticks, I just don't know who you are. There's no way of making up my own definition for you, I have yet to find out what you truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, and, as sad as it is, I don't know what is love. It really saddens me, I thought I knew, but I don't. But one thing's for sure, I know I have a heart because I can feel it breaking. If love doesn’t shatter you then you do not know love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It hurts so much to love you the way I do, And then look at you and realize how much you don't care&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is sleep because it doesn't hurt when I can't think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the words that walks and runs around my mind, making my head spin like crazzzzzy. I hate to say that ' I don't know '. But I really don't know what's going on in your mind. One minute we're alright, the next minute I'll be facing a person that holds so much rage towards me. Let me in, don't shut me out, what good does it do? Sometimes you don't want to hurt yourself, but little that you know you're hurting the people beside you. I can close my eyes to things I don't want to see but I can never close my heart to things I don't want to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to say, but it'll all be pointless until your ears are opened for my whispers and your heart can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accept the fact that &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I'm not here to hurt you, but to walk that same path along your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-4513713648258675355?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/4513713648258675355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=4513713648258675355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4513713648258675355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4513713648258675355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-wanna-say_7252.html' title='All I wanna say'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SyhT_FsvukI/AAAAAAAABnU/rsb71eeHAMk/s72-c/2248457256_cc2925a2d1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-1680145467136635735</id><published>2009-11-18T19:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartless</title><content type='html'>How could you be so &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;heartless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v4THGTee-g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v4THGTee-g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wooh that felt better, at least for now. Normally I'd write loads of stuff just to vent, but I think it's better not to, I'm not gonna be some smart alec and think I know it all yeah (X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-1680145467136635735?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/1680145467136635735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=1680145467136635735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/1680145467136635735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/1680145467136635735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/11/heartless_3876.html' title='Heartless'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-7881483433019035210</id><published>2009-10-26T01:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;I've been kinda addicted to star mags recently and I was thinking of collecting them, even the old printings. Weird huh? For those who does not know, it's in Star Two every Sunday and of course it's published by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Star Newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr  style="border-style:dotted;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to express how surprised I am to see people respond to my tag. I'm going to put under the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/search/label/Tags"&gt;Tag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; category so people can access it anytime. There are links to several feedbacks too as well, I'm still gathering them but please, if you've done it let me know okay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM's &lt;s&gt;around the corner&lt;/s&gt; in front of us, so it wouldn't be weird if I don't update for days, weeks. Even now, I'm still awake thanks to the tons of smses all regarding the MU Liverpool match. Any MU fan would go ' WT* are you doing!??! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranting is always a must here, I still don't get one thing, why does the cycle repeats itself all the time, and not only that, why am I always getting myself into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; not long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she realise, what is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Has she ever heard of the phrase &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;there's no place like home&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Does she honestly think everything goes according to her will? Does she think the outside world is just exactly like home? Where someone calms you down whenever you are in need of advice. Does she really think life is just like taking a smooth journey? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew she can take back the things she said all a sudden. It's almost as though she has a bipolar disorder. I don't know what hype do you get from turning your back on complications that is probably solve-able when there's two heads. After all, two is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; than one isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good does it bring to run away from a problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SuSKwF8m3BI/AAAAAAAABm4/y7ZBfE2sXic/s1600-h/42-18529704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SuSKwF8m3BI/AAAAAAAABm4/y7ZBfE2sXic/s400/42-18529704.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396590812331432978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;best pic I could get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, running away from one is just the same as jumping over a hole, and at the end of the day, no matter how many times you've jumped over, you'll eventually land in one. And when that happens, you're in deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it, sure it's easy and effortless if we do avoid problems, but what good does it bring us if we're going to run away from something all our life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, there are always people who are judgmental. Is it even possible to not have people use something against us? And to even take a step back every time somebody 'attacks' you, don't you think you are putting yourself down? By the time you realise it you've already taken a million steps back. SO why on earth do you want to do this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-7881483433019035210?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/7881483433019035210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=7881483433019035210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7881483433019035210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7881483433019035210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/10/wake-up_7614.html' title='Wake up'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SuSKwF8m3BI/AAAAAAAABm4/y7ZBfE2sXic/s72-c/42-18529704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-3213559604040496025</id><published>2009-10-15T15:49:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>1st Self Made Tag</title><content type='html'>Do you think you're really in love? Do you think you would go beyond your means for a good cause? Well then, try this tag I made myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this, or you can say been through this countless times and I start to wonder whether people mean what they said and will live up to those words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's something, I came up with, entirely up to you whether you would like to answer these or not, but I'm pretty sure you should at least think about it, before you say big things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Are you in love, like truly in love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="border-style: dotted;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Assuming you're in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Would you go beyond your means, to save/patch things up in your relationship and stick to your partner?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. How would you react if people gossiped about you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What would you do if people use those gossips against you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. How would you feel if your partner's parents decided to call you up and ask you to break it off.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Would you keep your distance from your partner, although he/she defended you against those accusations made by friends and your partner's family? And, even though he/she have loved and supported you all these while?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Would you try to clear your name, patch things up with the people mentioned in question 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Would you be secretive and be economical with the truth with your partner, assuming you're still with them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Would you &lt;i&gt;help your partner to help you&lt;/i&gt; get over it, assuming it disturbs you really bad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Would you consider your partner's feelings, before doing anything drastic to soothe your pain/discomfort caused by people mentioned in question 6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Do you still think you'd go beyond means for someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some feedback okay? I won't blab much about my opinion, because clearly I already made a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Label&lt;/span&gt; for it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag yourselves, or reply in the comment section as &lt;b&gt;Anonymous&lt;/b&gt; if you like privacy.&lt;div&gt;It's pretty simple just copy paste it, and answer accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know if you've done it, I would really appreciate feedbacks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="border-style: dotted; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 have answered so far, many thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deniselim-simpleyetexotic.blogspot.com/2009/10/tag.html"&gt;Denise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://musingsofawargamer.blogspot.com/2009/10/tag-tze-hao.html"&gt;JingTai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kwanwei56.blogspot.com/2009/10/1.html"&gt;KwanWei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://paradise-of-nirvana.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-will-always-be-moments-that.html"&gt;EuGene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://btjiaxing.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-she-goes-here-she-goes-again.html"&gt;Brenda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fenleighhh.blogspot.com/2009/10/tag.html"&gt;FenLeigh&lt;/a&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/27468189-3213559604040496025?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/3213559604040496025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=3213559604040496025' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3213559604040496025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3213559604040496025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/10/1st-self-made-tag_5219.html' title='1st Self Made Tag'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-1994940144838456110</id><published>2009-10-03T12:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Length doesn't matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;WIFE LONGS FOR A DIVORCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A TAIWANESE woman reportedly asked for divorce from her husband - because his penis was too long ( wtf ? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman in her second attempt to divorce her husband said she had to bear with pain whenever she had sex with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doctor was called by the judge to determine the length of the man's penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the request was rejected as the length of a man's intimate part was " very subjective"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Quoted from the Star Newspaper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Guys, great news to some people here aye? So knock it off with the sex stimulants , enlargements and whatever crap you're using lol. Go for Taiwanese women if you're not confident with what you have :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr  style="border-style:dotted;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trials are finally over, like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was too busy going through this 1 month and BAM I forgotten &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; my rants. Maybe not all but most of it. But most of all, I'm so glad I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, October is like the Horror Film &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, and you would want to catch a glimpse of the movies that are coming out this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SscIjL0divI/AAAAAAAABmg/abikMv4TqAI/s1600-h/Sorority_Row.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SscIjL0divI/AAAAAAAABmg/abikMv4TqAI/s400/Sorority_Row.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388284879733361394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't want to miss Sorority Row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbdY3_vLc2k"&gt;Trailer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parked at Pyramid's roof (CP7) which seemed okay when I reached at 8.30 night time. After the movie, there was only one car left on the parking spot, which was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MINE&lt;/span&gt;. My instincts told me to run, so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ended up scaring myself for no reason -_- I still don't feel too good after the movie, more like disturbed. Not because of how people die, I just don't see how people can get that 'sick'. It's a must watch of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;Heartattack movie man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quoted from Lyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to grab the 6th row from the screen, it's probably the best seat you can ever get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SscLuty4ckI/AAAAAAAABmo/19qIso3HTQY/s1600-h/2514162792_7b394f5f86_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SscLuty4ckI/AAAAAAAABmo/19qIso3HTQY/s400/2514162792_7b394f5f86_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388288376366985794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks like an ordinary Starbucks Coffee in Sunway Pyramid. But what you do not know is what lurks around when you sit outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking on the phone when I realised something warm hit my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SscMnySk2JI/AAAAAAAABmw/l0yvOQZefnc/s1600-h/american-crow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SscMnySk2JI/AAAAAAAABmw/l0yvOQZefnc/s400/american-crow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388289356826204306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heck it came from one of these b*****s. My mistake for not putting the huge umbrella over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go write a petition to promote the '1 crow 1 Ringgit' again. Heck I'll even do it for 50 cents each :D I see a crow outside, here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-1994940144838456110?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/1994940144838456110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=1994940144838456110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/1994940144838456110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/1994940144838456110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/10/length-doesn-matter_03.html' title='Length doesn&amp;#39;t matter'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SscIjL0divI/AAAAAAAABmg/abikMv4TqAI/s72-c/Sorority_Row.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-2801113975134983859</id><published>2009-09-03T15:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A break</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, Happy Belated Merdeka. I'm going to be away for awhile, need to hit the books now since it's trials. Everything depends on this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all a Happy Berpuasa and maybe Happy Holidays :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-2801113975134983859?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/2801113975134983859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=2801113975134983859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/2801113975134983859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/2801113975134983859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/09/break_4711.html' title='A break'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-534166946303092557</id><published>2009-08-30T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cautious</title><content type='html'>I've been very wary with a lot of things since the start of last year, actually maybe more '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ke poh&lt;/span&gt;' towards what's going on around me. But, it turned out pretty good when I'm like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Timing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SplARxFqnrI/AAAAAAAABmA/XjXZaQBYkY4/s1600-h/two+timing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SplARxFqnrI/AAAAAAAABmA/XjXZaQBYkY4/s400/two+timing.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375398304222453426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops I &lt;s&gt;did it&lt;/s&gt; Lied Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SplAwaQuszI/AAAAAAAABmI/p4ZvrGtE-rw/s1600-h/278205589_a97c950074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SplAwaQuszI/AAAAAAAABmI/p4ZvrGtE-rw/s400/278205589_a97c950074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375398830670787378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SplBCBbMPEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/38EzYRyhaPU/s1600-h/HidingFace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SplBCBbMPEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/38EzYRyhaPU/s400/HidingFace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375399133241424962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those never passed my ears and eyes :) I never regretted the day I became cautious. These few days were like an emotional roller coaster ride for me, my life hasn't started yet because its coming near to the exams, how great is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lying down on the sweet soft grass, staring up the sky and admiring the sunshine, it helped me make up my mind. At least I'm not lost now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a promise made that history won't repeat itself, and I take that word really seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've decided...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SplB8Dv4EAI/AAAAAAAABmY/Hpf6a0e2waA/s1600-h/P1010116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SplB8Dv4EAI/AAAAAAAABmY/Hpf6a0e2waA/s400/P1010116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375400130297466882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic; "&gt;If it happens even the slightest bit, I'll be packing my bags and leaving on the next train&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/27468189-534166946303092557?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/534166946303092557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=534166946303092557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/534166946303092557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/534166946303092557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/08/cautious_1702.html' title='Cautious'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SplARxFqnrI/AAAAAAAABmA/XjXZaQBYkY4/s72-c/two+timing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-2503625414882742720</id><published>2009-08-28T17:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparison</title><content type='html'>I have to thank the photographer for taking the initiative to capture this photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpegTI7T2iI/AAAAAAAABl4/D4TdsRxvKuw/s1600-h/7-sky-from-airplane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpegTI7T2iI/AAAAAAAABl4/D4TdsRxvKuw/s400/7-sky-from-airplane.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374940930964183586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered, when you compare someone with low self esteem, you're basically kicking the person again after they fall. They would most probably feel that they are the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;ground&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;sky&lt;/span&gt; is something that they'll never be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-2503625414882742720?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/2503625414882742720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=2503625414882742720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/2503625414882742720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/2503625414882742720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/08/comparison_3471.html' title='Comparison'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpegTI7T2iI/AAAAAAAABl4/D4TdsRxvKuw/s72-c/7-sky-from-airplane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-3018039049991405309</id><published>2009-08-26T11:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>Relationship Taboo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;I heard about this I think at least 5 times a day so maybe I agree with the people a little, so we'll just talk about that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr  style="border-style:dotted;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why shouldn't we talk about other people &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;( as though you're crazy over them )&lt;/span&gt; when we're talking to our loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jealousy&lt;/span&gt;, oh that's a terrible feeling. I think people would mostly feel like that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;( or maybe not )&lt;/span&gt; when it happens. Maybe talking a little bit wouldn't do harm, but after crossing the line, what builds up in your partner's mind, that one I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years back I did that, I talked about a girl as though I'm crazy over her. Little that I know that I'll piss my partner off. However, I never did understand what's wrong about talking about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;how nice, great, understanding,  helpful&lt;/span&gt; my friend can be. Maybe that's because I didn't have anything else to say, which was quite a trouble to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, committing that taboo is just the same as going into a Man-United bar wearing a Liverpool jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpS1xVA1UMI/AAAAAAAABlg/RqPJQXHOQi0/s1600-h/vlcsnap-65057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpS1xVA1UMI/AAAAAAAABlg/RqPJQXHOQi0/s400/vlcsnap-65057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374120114418700482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even walking into &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Celcom&lt;/span&gt; territory  in Digi Yellowman Suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpS2iJLRstI/AAAAAAAABlo/-50TFSnWrHY/s1600-h/celcom.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpS2iJLRstI/AAAAAAAABlo/-50TFSnWrHY/s400/celcom.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374120953054868178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why not try watching P.S I Love You and maybe understand this particular part of the situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the girl that's talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpS2zHbFfiI/AAAAAAAABlw/ySctGd8rfZs/s1600-h/vlcsnap-38651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpS2zHbFfiI/AAAAAAAABlw/ySctGd8rfZs/s400/vlcsnap-38651.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374121244642082338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that you can't talk about other people, but there's always a limit to everything right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So girls, don't go overboard and expect your guy to put up with it.&lt;br /&gt;And guys, don't go talking about other girls in front of yours as though they're Megan Fox. Both sides have to be considerate :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr  style="border-style:dotted;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;I hope you're happy now -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-3018039049991405309?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/3018039049991405309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=3018039049991405309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3018039049991405309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3018039049991405309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/08/relationship-taboo_319.html' title='Relationship Taboo'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpS1xVA1UMI/AAAAAAAABlg/RqPJQXHOQi0/s72-c/vlcsnap-65057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-7734667065215752574</id><published>2009-08-26T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digi Phone Plan</title><content type='html'>I was looking through my wallet and other stuffs on the, my facial expression wasn't too great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpQBADKarvI/AAAAAAAABlA/yVJ8psqJZ9w/s1600-h/25082009034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpQBADKarvI/AAAAAAAABlA/yVJ8psqJZ9w/s400/25082009034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373921355720470258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpQBkbauPdI/AAAAAAAABlI/2mQbXKrThkU/s1600-h/DSC09325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpQBkbauPdI/AAAAAAAABlI/2mQbXKrThkU/s400/DSC09325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373921980706602450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Oops whats this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I used to have a remainder of credit about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 bucks&lt;/span&gt; every month. But stepping into 2008, I find it impossible to have that amount anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fyi&lt;/span&gt;, I'm using Hotlink Prepaid because I used to think it's cheap for people like me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have second thoughts on continuing my little bond with Maxis and believe it or not I'm actually considering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Digi&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;telco&lt;/span&gt; I used to hate so much D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's because I'd like some cupid angel help me get some love during the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2vMTkPt4fc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2vMTkPt4fc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe because they're just getting better and giving better offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpQGAUxMLbI/AAAAAAAABlQ/bnctV8tNEIA/s1600-h/digi_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpQGAUxMLbI/AAAAAAAABlQ/bnctV8tNEIA/s400/digi_man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373926858004639154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again I would consider Maxis Postpaid Service, but I really like my privacy, I don't like my numbers being itemized and then your parents just come after every person that has a 1 minute conversation with me. That's too much to believe but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even maybe just maybe, we go ten or twenty years ahead, I'll follow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Digi&lt;/span&gt; for this very reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KC6j4rST-BM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KC6j4rST-BM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a thought now, I have not decided yet. I want to spend my weekend not only staring at my wallet, but counting how much I have :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpQKTT0DSJI/AAAAAAAABlY/nkSVnKB_I8Q/s1600-h/15122008338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpQKTT0DSJI/AAAAAAAABlY/nkSVnKB_I8Q/s400/15122008338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373931582212229266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, that's all just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="border-style: dotted;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I gave you a chance, don't let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-7734667065215752574?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/7734667065215752574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=7734667065215752574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7734667065215752574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7734667065215752574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/08/digi-phone-plan_3461.html' title='Digi Phone Plan'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SpQBADKarvI/AAAAAAAABlA/yVJ8psqJZ9w/s72-c/25082009034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-7368012610183236020</id><published>2009-08-22T00:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake?</title><content type='html'>This is going to be very emo but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/So7OBDtHAzI/AAAAAAAABk4/CyNVly28AuA/s1600-h/2362973408_406a00a965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/So7OBDtHAzI/AAAAAAAABk4/CyNVly28AuA/s400/2362973408_406a00a965.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372457923069281074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which part of the world doesn't rain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;You're going to hate me for this, but I don't have a choice. If you really valued the things you had like what you told me, then you should have try to make it better, instead of waiting for me to do everything. I can't always take the hit. Sometimes I just need to be selfish. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-7368012610183236020?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/7368012610183236020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=7368012610183236020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7368012610183236020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7368012610183236020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/08/fake_4074.html' title='Fake?'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/So7OBDtHAzI/AAAAAAAABk4/CyNVly28AuA/s72-c/2362973408_406a00a965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-5016024379010871911</id><published>2009-08-19T21:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can this day get any better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SowF07feaXI/AAAAAAAABkw/Wt2Wjehgj1U/s1600-h/n118512429442_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SowF07feaXI/AAAAAAAABkw/Wt2Wjehgj1U/s400/n118512429442_11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371674862427203954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news of her passing came to me when I was on my way back home, I didn't know how to react to it, a mixed of shock and guilt. Why I feel guilty? I never listened to her classes but thank god that I've apologized to her before, it lessens the guilt I bear. Saying good things about her isn't going to bring her back, but for the two years she taught me, although she wasn't the best of the teachers, she tried her best to keep up, that made me actually suck it up and get her forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope her soul rests in peace, as she already fought a tough better before she left us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr size="1" style="border-style:dotted;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can this day get any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SowEQSmWrnI/AAAAAAAABko/TIsfBfqkCFU/s1600-h/b30886205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SowEQSmWrnI/AAAAAAAABko/TIsfBfqkCFU/s400/b30886205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371673133463285362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand why people hated me so much for breaking promises. I've always ignored them and thought they were overreacting but hah who knew I would find out the answer to the question that was on my mind for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you promise someone, they have high hopes that you'll live up to that. Breaking one is just as bad as losing the trust of your friend, especially if that promise means a lot to a certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad now, I guess devastated is the word to describe how I feel right now. I want to apologize for being such a jerk last time, but I think everyone deserves a second chance, not that I expect to be given one but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like being at the edge of the cliff now, to jump or not jump? That is the question. I'd prefer if someone pushed me instead. But I don't see how's it worth throwing everything away when I've gone through so much. ( &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;If you don't understand it's okay&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-5016024379010871911?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/5016024379010871911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=5016024379010871911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/5016024379010871911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/5016024379010871911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-this-day-get-any-better_19.html' title='Can this day get any better?'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SowF07feaXI/AAAAAAAABkw/Wt2Wjehgj1U/s72-c/n118512429442_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-8827003439140152384</id><published>2009-08-17T19:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvis Memorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are You Lonesome Tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love Me Tender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These song titles sure sound familiar do they? These songs were sung by the late King of Rock - Elvis Presley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SolUa8kGqwI/AAAAAAAABkI/sEa58ZyV3KA/s1600-h/Elvis_Presley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SolUa8kGqwI/AAAAAAAABkI/sEa58ZyV3KA/s400/Elvis_Presley.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370916852526918402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 16th, 2009, marks the 32nd Anniversary of Elvis Presley's death. I couldn't be any more excited when there was a memorial concert held to honor the King held by the Malaysian Elvis Presley Fan Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SolheSk8nbI/AAAAAAAABkY/S6Xb9r42o4s/s1600-h/Copy+of+16082009032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SolheSk8nbI/AAAAAAAABkY/S6Xb9r42o4s/s400/Copy+of+16082009032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370931203626802610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are kinda crappy because I was located righttttttt at the back of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've found the Elvis of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SoliQb0TKfI/AAAAAAAABkg/OzHZvfHPKM8/s1600-h/IMG_6349a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SoliQb0TKfI/AAAAAAAABkg/OzHZvfHPKM8/s400/IMG_6349a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370932065100573170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Alex &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MAO&lt;/span&gt; Wong. MAO Wong ( Cantonese ) is what we chinese people know Elvis as, his mesmerizing eyes got him that nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe that he's good? Check this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IlXYM3sUBhQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IlXYM3sUBhQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you see a Malaysian sounding just like Elvis, you can wear the suit but it doesn't mean you can sing like the King. But trust me, this guy can really sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his &lt;a href="http://elvisalex.blogspot.com/"&gt;webpage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also released a Cantonese Album recently, I was lucky enough to get a sneak peak of what I can expect from the album when he performed during the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4LpHcjdNM4Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4LpHcjdNM4Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he doesn't stop singing, and really do hope that we Malaysians can support the local singers cause they're darn good, he definitely deserves more than just this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-8827003439140152384?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/8827003439140152384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=8827003439140152384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8827003439140152384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8827003439140152384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/08/elvis-memorial_34.html' title='Elvis Memorial'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SolUa8kGqwI/AAAAAAAABkI/sEa58ZyV3KA/s72-c/Elvis_Presley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-4775903806173886422</id><published>2009-08-15T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation's Over</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, I've been gone for a rather long time but it's all going to change now since something burst my bubble, one good advice is to never keep everything to yourself when it's already too much of a burden to. When the bubble bursts, you won't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SoWKXhWAbYI/AAAAAAAABjw/cNLlV7JMkSY/s1600-h/twilight_saga_collection1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SoWKXhWAbYI/AAAAAAAABjw/cNLlV7JMkSY/s400/twilight_saga_collection1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369850267401481602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could probably write a book with this amount of shit stuck up in your mind like how Stephanie Meyer wrote all her Twilight Sagas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving along. Ever wonder why when you go somewhere without telling your parents, they start worrying and making a big fuss out of it, later on when you get  back, you'd give the " &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aiyo it's not big deal it's just the field&lt;/span&gt; " It has always occured to me that it's not much of a big deal until I myself experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I feel worse now that I can't curse at all, but I'll just say it anyway. Have you ever thought that, maybe people have much more things on their mind right now to worry about other than worrying about your whereabouts. Perhaps, a little note would be really nice sometimes? Rather than people waiting their asses off, playing the guessing game, hide and seeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick, tired, frustrated of dealing with this. Yeah, this is what I go through basically everyday, A to Z, you name it. Wait, there's more, after the guessing game ends, the person shows up with a shit excuse that might even kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;There's no " I " in Team , when can people register that in their minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, I even think that I'm wasting time typing this out. I guess I'll set this one aside for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr  style="border-style:dotted;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FIRST time I ever took note of movies of local production is when &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sepet&lt;/span&gt; was aired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SoWOBgb-iiI/AAAAAAAABkA/xTsiCES-4HQ/s1600-h/Yasmin_Ahmad%27s_Sepet_2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SoWOBgb-iiI/AAAAAAAABkA/xTsiCES-4HQ/s400/Yasmin_Ahmad%27s_Sepet_2004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369854287247477282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one, and I even took the time to watch it the second time. I bought the disc ( &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;of course it's original&lt;/span&gt; ) and still kept it until now. This movie was one of the best movies I've ever watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, you never really get to see movies that actually makes your mood go on a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;roller coaster ride&lt;/span&gt; and at the end it just stabs your heart. How many movies can actually do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you didn't know, it's the master piece of the late Yasmin Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SoWNqnpmgnI/AAAAAAAABj4/eFyp5PdxYMw/s1600-h/yasminahmad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SoWNqnpmgnI/AAAAAAAABj4/eFyp5PdxYMw/s400/yasminahmad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369853894046679666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say many good things about her because it's pointless now, maybe that's how I feel after watching some of her advertisements as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of being a good person, praising her when she's not alive already, appreciating her work etc when all that was done was gossiping and talking about the controversy of this great person when she was alive. Hmm, *wonders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If you noticed, it's always like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v66VMFBPq8E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v66VMFBPq8E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really look up to this person. R.I.P Yasmin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-4775903806173886422?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/4775903806173886422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=4775903806173886422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4775903806173886422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4775903806173886422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-over_15.html' title='Vacation&amp;#39;s Over'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SoWKXhWAbYI/AAAAAAAABjw/cNLlV7JMkSY/s72-c/twilight_saga_collection1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-6732393213408055274</id><published>2009-08-01T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T02:07:07.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yasmin Ahmad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SnMcp9vhpVI/AAAAAAAABjo/t0EFXb1eTXM/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SnMcp9vhpVI/AAAAAAAABjo/t0EFXb1eTXM/s400/spaceball.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364663088402507090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-6732393213408055274?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/6732393213408055274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=6732393213408055274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/6732393213408055274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/6732393213408055274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/08/yasmin-ahmad.html' title='Yasmin Ahmad'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SnMcp9vhpVI/AAAAAAAABjo/t0EFXb1eTXM/s72-c/spaceball.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-4629944076865618376</id><published>2009-07-24T07:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SmjuyxzujzI/AAAAAAAABjY/vJ0AyaaUOuc/s1600-h/200px-Hp6teaserposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SmjuyxzujzI/AAAAAAAABjY/vJ0AyaaUOuc/s400/200px-Hp6teaserposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361797912515743538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it was rather disappointing because again, they skipped many scenes in the book. Luckily I read it ages ago so I couldn't remember much of it. The storyline didn't have much of a flow in it. In fact, I was quite lost when I was in the cinema. The plot was jumping here and there. But other than that, the movie is alright, at least better than Order of the Phoenix. I'll give it a 7/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Remember, don't read the book to refresh your memory, it'll kill your watching experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr size="1" style="border-style:dotted;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned before about eating happy food :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what it brought upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SmnXp4rGQqI/AAAAAAAABjg/MrvVtN_QYCE/s1600-h/24072009006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SmnXp4rGQqI/AAAAAAAABjg/MrvVtN_QYCE/s400/24072009006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362053945949045410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way there xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-4629944076865618376?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/4629944076865618376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=4629944076865618376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4629944076865618376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4629944076865618376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince_3413.html' title='Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SmjuyxzujzI/AAAAAAAABjY/vJ0AyaaUOuc/s72-c/200px-Hp6teaserposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-7199519995233294296</id><published>2009-07-20T20:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Additives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SmRqEVWWB-I/AAAAAAAABiw/EdyVWpDblz0/s1600-h/maggi_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SmRqEVWWB-I/AAAAAAAABiw/EdyVWpDblz0/s400/maggi_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360526079160616930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always adored instant noodles since I was young. Not only because it taste good, you don't have to bust your ass just to cook a meal. It just takes less than 5 minutes to prepare one bowl of noodles and you'll be slurping like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're fussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aiyo no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lauk&lt;/span&gt; lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SmRs9rZJGeI/AAAAAAAABjA/4S2-Qc4DZHs/s1600-h/90546054_4ee7bdfb6c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SmRs9rZJGeI/AAAAAAAABjA/4S2-Qc4DZHs/s400/90546054_4ee7bdfb6c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360529263353731554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have to add/chop a few stuffs in and you're good to go. Simple isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple and tasty, I get lazy practically all the time to cook myself a decent meal, and most of the time I'd get screwed for eating this for days. Words like ' &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;you want to die early ah&lt;/span&gt; ' keeps on ringing in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SmRqEg060GI/AAAAAAAABi4/QFxOxmT682U/s1600-h/861563609762638slurpee-drinks-from-7-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SmRqEg060GI/AAAAAAAABi4/QFxOxmT682U/s400/861563609762638slurpee-drinks-from-7-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360526082241646690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Slurpee is great, I mean it used to be great. It used to be a out of reach when I was young. I like to admire the variety of colours they have in each drink and it goes on for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes all the gathering and parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SmRvet9pYMI/AAAAAAAABjQ/ZUeM_a13Hxc/s1600-h/_MG_5921+(1280x959).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SmRvet9pYMI/AAAAAAAABjQ/ZUeM_a13Hxc/s400/_MG_5921+(1280x959).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360532030002651330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SmRveVkZWfI/AAAAAAAABjI/GtJhbdHUqdk/s1600-h/Potato-Chips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SmRveVkZWfI/AAAAAAAABjI/GtJhbdHUqdk/s400/Potato-Chips.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360532023454292466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me how can you resist the junkfood :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I eat loads of rubbish food everyday, I wouldn't want to be alone when all my friends are gone :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-7199519995233294296?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/7199519995233294296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=7199519995233294296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7199519995233294296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7199519995233294296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/07/additives_3881.html' title='Additives'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SmRqEVWWB-I/AAAAAAAABiw/EdyVWpDblz0/s72-c/maggi_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-6281048107975516902</id><published>2009-07-17T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handful of Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;I just watched E!, apparently they claim MJ was murdered. I'm so tired of thinking about it already. Hope they actually release a proper statement. I'm pretty sure the family members and fans can't wait to know whats going on too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr  style="border-style:dotted;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always dreamed of achieving something in sports ever since I left primary school. Studying in CHS just messed up everything because I don't even have time to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;, let alone practise for any type of sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sl86oZRXXUI/AAAAAAAABiI/DdGY3MBgkII/s1600-h/150px-CHS_Badge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sl86oZRXXUI/AAAAAAAABiI/DdGY3MBgkII/s400/150px-CHS_Badge.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359066547247078722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ever since I switched schools, to keep it short, life got better, it doesn't just revolve around studying unlike what I experienced in CHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sl8-2rAIIPI/AAAAAAAABiQ/vkZPQpmWtU4/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCF0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sl8-2rAIIPI/AAAAAAAABiQ/vkZPQpmWtU4/s400/Copy+of+DSCF0975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359071190571294962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last year of secondary school, I pushed everyone to play like there's no tomorrow. And they did! We managed to get away with a Silver Medal although we were supposed to come in first place, but well it doesn't matter now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sl8_L7fKndI/AAAAAAAABiY/-RUtenHbU3A/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCF0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sl8_L7fKndI/AAAAAAAABiY/-RUtenHbU3A/s400/Copy+of+DSCF0983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359071555773701586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt that satisfied before, and somehow it brought me closer to my friends. Suddenly I talk to those people that I usually don't talk to. Maybe that's solely the purpose of having RIMUP, but then again I realise that I talk to them only when we &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;won&lt;/span&gt;. LOL I suck I know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when you play like there's no tomorrow, you end up like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sl9CyEpx36I/AAAAAAAABig/qX3B550nenQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+13072009097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sl9CyEpx36I/AAAAAAAABig/qX3B550nenQ/s400/Copy+of+13072009097.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359075509604048802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not broken but just sprained a lil, eating was tough, I never held chopsticks with my left hand before. But it's all good, at least I got what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr size="1" style="border-style:dotted;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sl9GmYIbA2I/AAAAAAAABio/pggwedu4hck/s1600-h/bonOdori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sl9GmYIbA2I/AAAAAAAABio/pggwedu4hck/s400/bonOdori.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359079706720928610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, is anyone up for &lt;b&gt;Bon Odori&lt;/b&gt;? It's actually a Japanese Carnival where you get to see the culture and so on. If you're interested click &lt;a href="http://www.tourismselangor.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;view=article&amp;catid=46:todays-hightlight&amp;id=78:bon-odori-2009"&gt;here to find out more about it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-6281048107975516902?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/6281048107975516902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=6281048107975516902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/6281048107975516902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/6281048107975516902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/07/handful-of-satisfaction_3319.html' title='Handful of Satisfaction'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sl86oZRXXUI/AAAAAAAABiI/DdGY3MBgkII/s72-c/150px-CHS_Badge.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-3235893020677417139</id><published>2009-07-12T22:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sln3eKA2HPI/AAAAAAAABhY/o1r1z41L7M4/s1600-h/10072009077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sln3eKA2HPI/AAAAAAAABhY/o1r1z41L7M4/s400/10072009077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357585329189952754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a pre-wedding dinner at my neighbor's. The decoration and renovations made to the house were very elaborate. I didn't really go around snapping pictures of the house because I'm intimidated by the swarm of people flashing their SLRs everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sln350aDSDI/AAAAAAAABhg/eFp_q2rLFFU/s1600-h/10072009078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sln350aDSDI/AAAAAAAABhg/eFp_q2rLFFU/s400/10072009078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357585804426430514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old folks once said, if you don't like lamb, you're not a Hainanese. My first choice was to go and sweep away all the lamb. Usually the lambs served by caterers are awful, but this one is so tender, and yet the mint sauce that goes with the lamb meat blends in nicely with the lamb. Both taste complement one another, it sure is a good chance to savor such fantastic food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few gulps of beer and a lot of delaying, I got up and roam the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sln497q5VaI/AAAAAAAABhw/-_zxbXyWAmI/s1600-h/10072009085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sln497q5VaI/AAAAAAAABhw/-_zxbXyWAmI/s400/10072009085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357586974607234466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sln49p5VDQI/AAAAAAAABho/WFPqm99S7Gw/s1600-h/10072009079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sln49p5VDQI/AAAAAAAABho/WFPqm99S7Gw/s400/10072009079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357586969835932930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was interesting, I was stoning at the place and basically staring blank at this particular spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sln4-Of4G7I/AAAAAAAABh4/u2Tb8Kgk3_Q/s1600-h/10072009083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sln4-Of4G7I/AAAAAAAABh4/u2Tb8Kgk3_Q/s400/10072009083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357586979661290418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr size="1" style="border-style:dotted;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sln515Y6p4I/AAAAAAAABiA/9-s6x7CCWWs/s1600-h/11072009095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sln515Y6p4I/AAAAAAAABiA/9-s6x7CCWWs/s400/11072009095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357587936067626882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.U.S.H was wonderful, although I had my ears ringing throughout the whole duration, I still had tons of fun. I still couldn't digest what happened, a bottle full of mixed feelings, so mad yet so happy. It's as if it can't be happening. Oh well, time sure flies, before I knew it, I had to say good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-3235893020677417139?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/3235893020677417139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=3235893020677417139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3235893020677417139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3235893020677417139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/07/wedding-bells_5875.html' title='Wedding Bells~'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sln3eKA2HPI/AAAAAAAABhY/o1r1z41L7M4/s72-c/10072009077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-7273407375215182530</id><published>2009-07-08T20:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson Memorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;You know it comes a time when we need to have realise that we're can't do A or B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;For example these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jPcYrHAGyo4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Ugly Trolls!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;. They're seriously .... I've no comment either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="border-style: dotted;" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SlSVhdknv2I/AAAAAAAABhQ/wJ8hrfPtTwY/s1600-h/090707-daughter-hmed-1246p.h2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SlSVhdknv2I/AAAAAAAABhQ/wJ8hrfPtTwY/s400/090707-daughter-hmed-1246p.h2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356070258956812130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael lived in style, went off in style too. Check out his golden coffins with diamonds &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memorial was one big event where a lot of celebrities came to sing his songs. Honestly, I think no one can ever sing Michael's songs except for one, which is Adam Lambert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king of Pop, that title would no longer fit Michael as he is one of the greatest entertainers that ever lived. I can't keep repeating the same thing because I'm also tired of saying that I'm depressed over his passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why the people criticize the Jacksons for letting Paris have a say in this. After all, it's her father. I can't imagine the pain she has to endure, all the teasing she has to face next time. That's mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SlSM0bpxtvI/AAAAAAAABhI/WQ97uM6UiVM/s1600-h/6334_214447150149_827710149_7721352_1031306_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SlSM0bpxtvI/AAAAAAAABhI/WQ97uM6UiVM/s400/6334_214447150149_827710149_7721352_1031306_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356060689254430450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see what happens in the outside world, I always feel very lucky to have these 4 people as my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-7273407375215182530?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/7273407375215182530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=7273407375215182530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7273407375215182530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7273407375215182530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-jackson-memorial_8268.html' title='Michael Jackson Memorial'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SlSVhdknv2I/AAAAAAAABhQ/wJ8hrfPtTwY/s72-c/090707-daughter-hmed-1246p.h2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-3839872359826177673</id><published>2009-07-08T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers : Revenge of the Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SlNdgRkyWJI/AAAAAAAABg4/n98H-anszmI/s1600-h/TF2SteelPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SlNdgRkyWJI/AAAAAAAABg4/n98H-anszmI/s400/TF2SteelPoster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355727190928545938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay so I finally watched this movie, after everyone nearly spoiled it for me, my movie experience was &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;so-so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; only. There certainly is more action this time, and you get to see a lil bit of Gundamn in it, so wth lah, not original. However, there was no surprises in the movie, I sort of expected more to be shown this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SlNsX5e5HgI/AAAAAAAABhA/GuAKVxZgz1g/s1600-h/220px-Megan_Fox_promoting_Transformers_in_Paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SlNsX5e5HgI/AAAAAAAABhA/GuAKVxZgz1g/s400/220px-Megan_Fox_promoting_Transformers_in_Paris.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355743539696836098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't too blown away by Megan Fox this time. She was running when she was chased by the Decepticons and all the sudden the slow-mo effect was on. I mean like wth right? So random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr  style="border-style:dotted;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first driving lesson after delaying for 4 freaking months, it was rather weird cause I'm not a manual car person. It was smooth but my instructor said I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;lagged&lt;/span&gt; a lot which was quite a bad thing. I still don't think I learned enough just with one lesson. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials are coming, I better start &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;nerding&lt;/span&gt; which I've already have before I get the same mid term results again. What a regret :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone up for Michael's Memorial at 1 AM?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-3839872359826177673?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/3839872359826177673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=3839872359826177673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3839872359826177673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3839872359826177673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-revenge-of-fallen_2670.html' title='Transformers : Revenge of the Fallen'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SlNdgRkyWJI/AAAAAAAABg4/n98H-anszmI/s72-c/TF2SteelPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-1996138378324400225</id><published>2009-07-05T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish what you have when it's still there</title><content type='html'>I've been jumping through TV channels listening to how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; influenced celebrities' lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;He's been such an inspiration to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;His songs taught me how to appreciate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;He gave a new meaning to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think this is all bullshit, maybe some are true. But then again, what's funny is IF he had inspired you and influenced your life in many ways, WHERE WERE YOU ALL when he needed moral support!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, even the boy that claimed he was molested confessed he lied. What's the use of saying good things about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; when you could have done that while he was still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="border-style: dotted;" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh for the masks everyone has been asking about the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sk9_x4zSR7I/AAAAAAAABgo/VFPJOCWYCng/s1600-h/26062009018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sk9_x4zSR7I/AAAAAAAABgo/VFPJOCWYCng/s400/26062009018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354638977004619698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a wide variety of masks than any other stores I've seen so far. I wouldn't recommend Toys R Us, unless you want an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Optimus&lt;/span&gt; Prime mask, then that's a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sk9_yMKh7BI/AAAAAAAABgw/fLBxMqnszNE/s1600-h/26062009019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sk9_yMKh7BI/AAAAAAAABgw/fLBxMqnszNE/s400/26062009019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354638982202387474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look out for this sign in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asian Avenue, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid&lt;/span&gt;. You wouldn't be able to miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-1996138378324400225?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/1996138378324400225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=1996138378324400225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/1996138378324400225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/1996138378324400225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/07/cherish-what-you-have-when-it-still_05.html' title='Cherish what you have when it&amp;#39;s still there'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sk9_x4zSR7I/AAAAAAAABgo/VFPJOCWYCng/s72-c/26062009018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-3325598702513081587</id><published>2009-07-02T14:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Guan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkxkAdufZvI/AAAAAAAABgg/LFrwfuNIQ_A/s1600-h/DSC00449+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkxkAdufZvI/AAAAAAAABgg/LFrwfuNIQ_A/s400/DSC00449+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353764016179078898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the day of one of the four gods' Birthday - Guan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guan has a party tomorrow at his house, all of you are invited, Just kidding :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say how great of a friend he is, because everyone has done that, so this time I'll be different. Guan displays his kindness when you don't know it, sometimes it takes you to thinks twice before you realise he's being kind to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up till 12 to wish him, then I couldn't sleep after that. The things I do for friends huh XD Oh well, can't wait to surprise him, I'm sure he'll be very wary of what we're planning. Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr  style="border-style:dotted;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Comparisons are easily done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Once you've had a taste of perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Like an apple hanging from a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;I picked the ripest one, I still got the seed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;You said move on, where do I go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;I guess second best is all I will know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;'Cause when I'm with him &lt;b&gt;I am thinking of you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;(Thinking of you, thinking of you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Thinking of you, what you would do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;If you were the one who was spending the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;(Spending the night, spending the night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Oh, I wish that I was looking into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth, oh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;(Taste your mouth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lyrics was taken out from none other than Katy Perry's Thinking of You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that " oh it's a sweet song and all, but if I take a closer look at the lyrics, I changed my mind "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-3325598702513081587?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/3325598702513081587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=3325598702513081587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3325598702513081587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3325598702513081587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-guan_02.html' title='Happy Birthday Guan!'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkxkAdufZvI/AAAAAAAABgg/LFrwfuNIQ_A/s72-c/DSC00449+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-4984114725453498617</id><published>2009-07-02T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T02:07:07.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiler code</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style='background: black; color: white'&gt;Your spoiler text here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-4984114725453498617?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/4984114725453498617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=4984114725453498617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4984114725453498617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4984114725453498617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/07/spoiler-code.html' title='Spoiler code'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-1251898325551727994</id><published>2009-06-30T16:45:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Succesful Camp</title><content type='html'>I managed to experience the first ever camp that was held in school &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;( I'm serious, no joke )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered to help out because I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; CAMP. Furthermore, the committee was kind enough to let me help out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkncKxRiCbI/AAAAAAAABdw/9iG3gAwDoso/s1600-h/27062009021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkncKxRiCbI/AAAAAAAABdw/9iG3gAwDoso/s400/27062009021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353051709690218930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was burning, not to mention extremely humid too during the afternoon. What's worse is that we ourselves can't enjoy the chilly breeze of the air conditioner in the library because it's locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Skngx-wJuJI/AAAAAAAABeQ/pcrj-nhbCg8/s1600-h/27062009027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Skngx-wJuJI/AAAAAAAABeQ/pcrj-nhbCg8/s400/27062009027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353056781369718930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkngxqpFptI/AAAAAAAABeI/f--R8kgOZ7k/s1600-h/27062009028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkngxqpFptI/AAAAAAAABeI/f--R8kgOZ7k/s400/27062009028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353056775971382994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkngxRCVMLI/AAAAAAAABeA/QVqtqvhnoJE/s1600-h/27062009023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkngxRCVMLI/AAAAAAAABeA/QVqtqvhnoJE/s400/27062009023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353056769097937074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkngxN_X7qI/AAAAAAAABd4/P7xdDEzliac/s1600-h/27062009031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkngxN_X7qI/AAAAAAAABd4/P7xdDEzliac/s400/27062009031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353056768280227490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Mini Explorace to start off with. Some games were really challenging especially the part where you have to make an paper plane fly into the bucket. There were different type of designs of the plane, some even used their hair bands to tie the tip of the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by very quick and before you know it it's evening time. During the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Creativity&lt;/span&gt; session, participants were given a few pieces of cardboard and one roll of masking tape to build a ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were building, we facilitators were chilling in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sknknmz7vbI/AAAAAAAABeY/3g5-kvlsLR4/s1600-h/27062009034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sknknmz7vbI/AAAAAAAABeY/3g5-kvlsLR4/s400/27062009034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353061001190948274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Yee took my phone and well, basically you can what she did with it. I still have bunch of those kind of photos in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SknlD9JpLxI/AAAAAAAABeg/4JYfOGISQ0Y/s1600-h/27062009038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SknlD9JpLxI/AAAAAAAABeg/4JYfOGISQ0Y/s400/27062009038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353061488223923986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SknlEJgu7CI/AAAAAAAABeo/1gXlq_HUyw0/s1600-h/27062009039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SknlEJgu7CI/AAAAAAAABeo/1gXlq_HUyw0/s400/27062009039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353061491541994530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group 7 and their boat, I sort of missed a lot of the presentations since I was taking my sweet time freshening up :X Big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SknmRiZB9BI/AAAAAAAABew/i5sm2aA47zY/s1600-h/Photo-0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SknmRiZB9BI/AAAAAAAABew/i5sm2aA47zY/s400/Photo-0298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353062821070500882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the participants were watching the horror film we were preparing for our next activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say it was fantastic, everyone's reaction was so priceless when they were jumped . Everything ended at 3 but most fascilitators did not get any sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sknm4flvyRI/AAAAAAAABe4/g6nG4EQbChc/s1600-h/28062009042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sknm4flvyRI/AAAAAAAABe4/g6nG4EQbChc/s400/28062009042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353063490333427986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just lying down on the floor, looking at the pathetic Malaysian sky with one miserable star shining. Believe it or not, it's the first star I've seen in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some slept for 20 minutes and suffered later on. You know how you feel when you wake up when you only had less than an hour of sleep? Like crap? Yeah, that's how we all felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr  style="border-style:dotted;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We woke everyone up at 6:30a.m and had everyone gathered up while Denise lightens up the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sknp8WX3tuI/AAAAAAAABfA/pvatLB9hscU/s1600-h/28062009043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sknp8WX3tuI/AAAAAAAABfA/pvatLB9hscU/s400/28062009043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353066855113668322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was really light and easy. Two sausages and an egg is enough to pull you throughout the camp :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SknqiN9z_jI/AAAAAAAABfI/SRekWehGAWk/s1600-h/28062009044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SknqiN9z_jI/AAAAAAAABfI/SRekWehGAWk/s400/28062009044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353067505691917874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the game was Pirate Treasure Hunt. We took out every one's 'ship' and all of the groups have to walk in them to reach the desired stations. So basically, at everyone station you're given a map to find the treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so hilarious seeing them walk in that thing. Well try to imagine people walking when they can barely lift their foot from the ground :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SknrnzNa_pI/AAAAAAAABfg/xR5AO9I9VaU/s1600-h/28062009045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SknrnzNa_pI/AAAAAAAABfg/xR5AO9I9VaU/s400/28062009045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353068701100474002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team 6&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sknrnp2UUDI/AAAAAAAABfY/wx2joD8aSYE/s1600-h/28062009047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sknrnp2UUDI/AAAAAAAABfY/wx2joD8aSYE/s400/28062009047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353068698587648050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SknrnZSJ2QI/AAAAAAAABfQ/nc33bfT6ziI/s1600-h/28062009048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SknrnZSJ2QI/AAAAAAAABfQ/nc33bfT6ziI/s400/28062009048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353068694140999938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Team 8 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;does she want to punch me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had games that were just made up one hour before the pirate themed activities started and it was a huge success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SknseCa7cqI/AAAAAAAABfo/msFn-UiMwak/s1600-h/28062009049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SknseCa7cqI/AAAAAAAABfo/msFn-UiMwak/s400/28062009049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353069632896594594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SknsuvyKlAI/AAAAAAAABfw/YSU3Yu2nDJ0/s1600-h/bucket+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SknsuvyKlAI/AAAAAAAABfw/YSU3Yu2nDJ0/s400/bucket+game.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353069919951557634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkntjYkJm7I/AAAAAAAABf4/hvJ-WzRo7LQ/s1600-h/28062009055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkntjYkJm7I/AAAAAAAABf4/hvJ-WzRo7LQ/s400/28062009055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353070824251825074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkntjhHHErI/AAAAAAAABgA/5glRd-6N_-M/s1600-h/28062009054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkntjhHHErI/AAAAAAAABgA/5glRd-6N_-M/s400/28062009054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353070826545943218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all worked so hard only to find out that the treasure was stolen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sknt_Z5Xc1I/AAAAAAAABgQ/J7o9Bawfd1Y/s1600-h/28062009056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sknt_Z5Xc1I/AAAAAAAABgQ/J7o9Bawfd1Y/s400/28062009056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353071305645585234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sknt_DXy3iI/AAAAAAAABgI/MJvYiwxeUC0/s1600-h/28062009057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sknt_DXy3iI/AAAAAAAABgI/MJvYiwxeUC0/s400/28062009057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353071299599195682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SknxNpbPXYI/AAAAAAAABgY/1lbhjRxWbQE/s1600-h/28062009737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SknxNpbPXYI/AAAAAAAABgY/1lbhjRxWbQE/s400/28062009737.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353074848867245442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Me, Hao Ran and De waiting for people to come over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this camp, I realise that it is not easy to organize one, I've always had the impression that it would be easy, but it's not. If 2 days 1 night was quite a big job, I wouldn't want to imagine what a week of camp would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say how happy I am to be part of it, I got to know more people, and find out things about my buddies that I've never known of, and most important of all, having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope there will be more opportunities to join these kind of activities. This will be another page in my high school memories &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-1251898325551727994?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/1251898325551727994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=1251898325551727994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/1251898325551727994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/1251898325551727994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/06/succesful-camp_1988.html' title='Succesful Camp'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkncKxRiCbI/AAAAAAAABdw/9iG3gAwDoso/s72-c/27062009021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-9138162023834496762</id><published>2009-06-26T20:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson, loss of a legend</title><content type='html'>I grew up listening to Bee Gees, Elvis and maybe a little bit of Teresa Teng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can never forget how much I love listening to Michael Jackson, dancing to his songs although I don't know what I'm doing, mumbling and humming his songs just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkTKTXXvJ-I/AAAAAAAABdQ/hmtbINnB2m0/s1600-h/MichaelJacksonThriller25thCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkTKTXXvJ-I/AAAAAAAABdQ/hmtbINnB2m0/s400/MichaelJacksonThriller25thCover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351624691262892002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson died at UCLA Medical Center after being stricken at his rented home in the posh Los Angeles neighborhood of Holmby Hills. Paramedics tried to revive him at his home for nearly three-quarters of an hour, then rushed him to the hospital, where doctors continued to work on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkTLBTqnjQI/AAAAAAAABdY/eUDrP4SgDYc/s1600-h/MichaelJackson1980s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkTLBTqnjQI/AAAAAAAABdY/eUDrP4SgDYc/s400/MichaelJackson1980s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351625480542326018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson was one of the best entertainers I knew as I grow up. He inspired so many people to dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His music was his passion, what he wrote and expressed through it is just too amazing. He can be entertaining and yet give out very deep messages as well. What's more to say? It's a great loss to see such a great person to die at a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkTMeZ5YE2I/AAAAAAAABdg/nSPcn7b5gAo/s1600-h/Smooth_criminal_video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkTMeZ5YE2I/AAAAAAAABdg/nSPcn7b5gAo/s400/Smooth_criminal_video.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351627079942673250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the people from different walks of life became impersonators. Some were good, some were.....not too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbvP7dT3Dx0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbvP7dT3Dx0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much to say because this happened too sudden, I feel completely devastated after knowing of his death. Furthermore, that great and awaited comeback of the King of Pop is not going to happen in London now. I've always wanted to watch him live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkTNCeFDBFI/AAAAAAAABdo/SDQxGnczbwg/s1600-h/ss-090626-jackson-reax-08.ss_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkTNCeFDBFI/AAAAAAAABdo/SDQxGnczbwg/s400/ss-090626-jackson-reax-08.ss_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351627699540657234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Malaysians would mourn for him as well, I would gladly be a part of it. After all he has been through, the accusations, the complications, he definitely deserves a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rest in peace, Michael Jackson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-9138162023834496762?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/9138162023834496762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=9138162023834496762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/9138162023834496762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/9138162023834496762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-loss-of-legend_8636.html' title='Michael Jackson, loss of a legend'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkTKTXXvJ-I/AAAAAAAABdQ/hmtbINnB2m0/s72-c/MichaelJacksonThriller25thCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-8940914472786468918</id><published>2009-06-25T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never change</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lZYAaQoks8&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/6lZYAaQoks8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all the people that got their hearts broken and hopes shattered for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just listened to what my friend had to say. Just can't help but feel the same, because I could never cope with the sadness considering it was my first that time too. What the person did, was rather unfair, to treat other's like a play toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just skip that, so depressing :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Lyn is coming back, like finally. I'm going to ask her to quarantine herself xD &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;* don't kill me *&lt;/span&gt;Don't want to get &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ah hee nee&lt;/span&gt; also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hee nee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;H1N1&lt;/span&gt;. My dad doesn't allow me to go Sunway or the cinemas or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hee nee&lt;/span&gt;, everyone's wearing a flu mask now. Even my classmates, no jokes, I had a slight flu, and they started avoiding and alienating me like I'm some &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hee nee&lt;/span&gt; patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, do you know that in Japan, wearing flu masks is actually part of their trend? I just knew that O.o Partly because I watched anime and well, I find it quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkO17kcKOoI/AAAAAAAABdI/vbXugtpNLKE/s1600-h/swine-flu-fashion-1_3penS_6648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkO17kcKOoI/AAAAAAAABdI/vbXugtpNLKE/s400/swine-flu-fashion-1_3penS_6648.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351320817244977794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The japanese might think " &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Hey its another one of us&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;But in Malaysia we'd go &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;WTF DAMN ***** MAN THAT GUY&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/27468189-8940914472786468918?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/8940914472786468918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=8940914472786468918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8940914472786468918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8940914472786468918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-change_25.html' title='Never change'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SkO17kcKOoI/AAAAAAAABdI/vbXugtpNLKE/s72-c/swine-flu-fashion-1_3penS_6648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-5508321875253366098</id><published>2009-06-22T21:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefect Reunion Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sj-KVWeZ5yI/AAAAAAAABcY/RzlohB0YjN8/s1600-h/20062009024copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sj-KVWeZ5yI/AAAAAAAABcY/RzlohB0YjN8/s400/20062009024copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350146981754431266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love fruits, nothing beats eating fruits when the weather is hot. And my current favorite fruit No.2 is from South East Asia - Mangosteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt; to others and they actually open their eyes as if they saw UFO's or something, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already 17, and I don't have the money to retain my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;youth&lt;/span&gt; unlike some people that splurges on Mangosteen Juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sj-NBQaMCwI/AAAAAAAABcg/h6UImxcgZkQ/s1600-h/Xanberry_Mangosteen_Juice_Plus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sj-NBQaMCwI/AAAAAAAABcg/h6UImxcgZkQ/s400/Xanberry_Mangosteen_Juice_Plus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350149935063632642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically stoned until 6.15 in the evening and got ready for the Reunion at Holiday Villa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sj-OA9I35eI/AAAAAAAABco/sAP0XYYgeO8/s1600-h/20062009025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sj-OA9I35eI/AAAAAAAABco/sAP0XYYgeO8/s400/20062009025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350151029402363362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, it was the exact same place I had my 2 Pentium gathering. Boy, I miss them, we have all of them scattered around the place now. Ben in Aussie, Maxon in Pahang. What else? And maybe even the old clique I used to hang with, just don't click anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so busy enjoying myself until it didn't occur to me that I need some photos for memories. But luckily, there are some with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sj-PabN69bI/AAAAAAAABcw/J8a1wZSKuHk/s1600-h/21062009011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sj-PabN69bI/AAAAAAAABcw/J8a1wZSKuHk/s400/21062009011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350152566484956594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowd was alright, the seniors really have a sense of humor, pretty lame but funny at the same time. We had our own disco sticks * grin * Who wants a ride?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Yeoh was also there that night, how about that? Without her there wouldn't be a Reunion Night. I really didn't expect that, but oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr size="1" style="border-style:dotted;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's day was rather rushy, had Vietnamese Food at Damansara Uptown with the whole bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sj-QlPx8zdI/AAAAAAAABc4/Pc7Nq-zZ_bM/s1600-h/21062009015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sj-QlPx8zdI/AAAAAAAABc4/Pc7Nq-zZ_bM/s400/21062009015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350153851905035730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sj-QuKqBLoI/AAAAAAAABdA/OLbYzrbehSA/s1600-h/21062009014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sj-QuKqBLoI/AAAAAAAABdA/OLbYzrbehSA/s400/21062009014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350154005148413570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wall deco caught my eyes. The food, you have to try it for yourself. It looks ordinary but when you take a bite. That millions of flavors that your taste bud experiences. It's priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those fat-haters, Vietnamese food is definitely for you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-5508321875253366098?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/5508321875253366098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=5508321875253366098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/5508321875253366098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/5508321875253366098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/06/prefect-reunion-night_6249.html' title='Prefect Reunion Night'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sj-KVWeZ5yI/AAAAAAAABcY/RzlohB0YjN8/s72-c/20062009024copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-317636194078329528</id><published>2009-06-19T23:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julian Smith - Saxophonist</title><content type='html'>It's been a long and hectic week, everything revolves around school this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few highlights of what's been taking place this week :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school became the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; school in town to establish a Student Council. This time, I bet it's going to be a blast because we have amazing personalities leading the board. Furthermore, it's a surprise that the Head of Student Affairs would entertain our request to establish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an upcoming camp that we're going to organize next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Date  : 25th of June, Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Venue : School compound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fees  : RM15.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's considerably cheap so if anyone is interested please do so and join alright? Oh not to mention this is for our school students only - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;USJ 12&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr size="1" style="border-style:dotted;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sju2mvaQ6MI/AAAAAAAABcQ/a9Izuh41Xy8/s1600-h/090528_os_JulianSmithSax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sju2mvaQ6MI/AAAAAAAABcQ/a9Izuh41Xy8/s400/090528_os_JulianSmithSax.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349069759110506690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to listen to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DE5PrXryTg8&amp;eurl=http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/&amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;his work of art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think many of you have heard him play the saxophone before. All these while, I've been indulging myself in the songs played by the Kenny G. After I heard Julian play, oh wow I thought he has the same playing style as Kenny G. In fact, I think he's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the passion he has for his music as he plays, sinking in the sweet melodies coming out from the saxophone. If he ever comes out with an album, I'll probably be the first in Malaysia to get it, that is IF I can do it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-317636194078329528?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/317636194078329528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=317636194078329528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/317636194078329528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/317636194078329528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/06/julian-smith-saxophonist_6323.html' title='Julian Smith - Saxophonist'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sju2mvaQ6MI/AAAAAAAABcQ/a9Izuh41Xy8/s72-c/090528_os_JulianSmithSax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-7913429160954360557</id><published>2009-06-16T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>I just took my L license course. Weather is still hot as hell. What's worse is that my skin is acting up in response to the hot weather. Red patches around my nose as though I've just cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover my tongue hurts because I bit it last Friday after visiting a certain store. Right now I can't even talk. It feels like ' masuk angin ' ( something leaking out from my mouth ). It irritates me cause it's impossible to pronounce anything properly without feeling the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjY9wguWQ2I/AAAAAAAABbw/3rg1qzWqWro/s1600-h/404px-PS_I_Love_You_(film).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjY9wguWQ2I/AAAAAAAABbw/3rg1qzWqWro/s400/404px-PS_I_Love_You_(film).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347529511176389474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjY9wSqn7YI/AAAAAAAABbo/o9FHNf0eqY4/s1600-h/376px-CeceliaAhern_PSILoveYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjY9wSqn7YI/AAAAAAAABbo/o9FHNf0eqY4/s400/376px-CeceliaAhern_PSILoveYou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347529507402673538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day before my school reopens, I took some time off my work and decided to watch this. And wow, I'm astounded. This movie is so touching. What a man would do for his loved one. Being sacrificial and so caring, I think that's what all women wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a book written before the movie was out. That book is not too bad to read too. Furthermore, it's based on the memories of a certain someone who passed away 4 years ago. But needless to say that the story and how everything was planned was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what came to my surprise is, as I was still commenting about how well the movie was done, my eyes was filled with tears. Hah, I'd never expected to have tears after watching a movie. How great can it get!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the sceneries in the movie are fantastic, Ireland seems like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; area. Speaking of sceneries, I can't help but to express my interest towards photography, especially something about landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation took place some time ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;Hao, why don't you take more photos during holidays? We been to so many nice     places. Yet no photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our camera sucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you like taking photo right, why don't you get the big black one, that DSLR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time she said that, I had all sort of imaginations of me going across the country running here and there taking photos. Hmmmm, maybe not running but yeah basically capturing the moment. After all, &lt;i&gt;a picture would last longer right&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to realise I really love this when I paid a visit to a beautiful beach in Phuket, Thailand. I was on a holiday then, in Club Med. It was evening time and I witnessed the most beautiful sunset ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sjd9Wf9Ka2I/AAAAAAAABb4/0-ZV-a5KKiQ/s1600-h/17112008175+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sjd9Wf9Ka2I/AAAAAAAABb4/0-ZV-a5KKiQ/s400/17112008175+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347880908014381922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Beach of Kata Bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken with my one and only N73 camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love when it comes out nice, actually, who doesn't? Then I thought, I can get better quality of shots with a better camera. Question is whether my dad would be willing to fork out the money to realise my " wish ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like two cameras though. But personally I'd prefer the slim, compact camera. In other words, Digital Camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjeBLzfYl6I/AAAAAAAABcA/tq7qIf7HSTo/s1600-h/l_02414703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjeBLzfYl6I/AAAAAAAABcA/tq7qIf7HSTo/s400/l_02414703.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347885122326140834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd bring it in my pocket before I go out to any place in case anything interesting happens. All these while, even though I was able to take average shots with my phone, the shutter speed is just way too slow to capture what happens. That moment would just fly by before you even take a shot. I have encountered that situation many times and it pissed me off like nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to an occasion where I know I'll be taking a lot of photos and it needs to be damn good. I'll resort to a Digital SLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjeB4X_V2FI/AAAAAAAABcI/JfZCWCRUvqE/s1600-h/canon-4d-dslr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjeB4X_V2FI/AAAAAAAABcI/JfZCWCRUvqE/s400/canon-4d-dslr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347885888038099026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a huge difference between a DSLR and a Digital Camera. I've seen it with my own eyes. Sadly I can't compare them here since I don't have the photos at all. What a pity that a DSLR is so huge, if not I would've taken that to go out instead. I would look like an idiot if I'd bring that chunky tool along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr size="1" style="border-style:dotted;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats too fast when I think of it. Looks like this obstacle isn't easy to overcome after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-7913429160954360557?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/7913429160954360557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=7913429160954360557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7913429160954360557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7913429160954360557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-school_9755.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjY9wguWQ2I/AAAAAAAABbw/3rg1qzWqWro/s72-c/404px-PS_I_Love_You_(film).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-4247543680238887209</id><published>2009-06-13T01:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pommes Frites Bistro</title><content type='html'>It was another last minute plan, we decided to have a badminton session in Kota Permai. I didn't bring any phone there since I'm still wary of weird people trying to do weird things like steal my phone. So no pictures :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Pyramid just to catch a movie with Ting Ting and my sister. They were there like 3 hours earlier than us because we had our transport issues. Oops :X I felt bad for Ting especially. She was there since 12.30 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with them at Station Kopitiam - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;funny shop names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjKS-nuO1II/AAAAAAAABaQ/CSVDmgEpmsI/s1600-h/12062009014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjKS-nuO1II/AAAAAAAABaQ/CSVDmgEpmsI/s400/12062009014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497312154637442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really realised that she keeps an eye on my phone all the time. She avoids her face from being taken just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjKTmKukewI/AAAAAAAABaY/tQkOqNbm34U/s1600-h/12062009017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjKTmKukewI/AAAAAAAABaY/tQkOqNbm34U/s400/12062009017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497991566195458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she reminded me of a long lost friend in Aussie. She said " &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Eh take candid photos of me ah&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's it candid when you already see it coming :D This girl is funny man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjKUELSWZkI/AAAAAAAABag/ScxH0VymEdU/s1600-h/17-again1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjKUELSWZkI/AAAAAAAABag/ScxH0VymEdU/s400/17-again1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346498507112343106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 again was great. It's so different to see Zac Effron act in this kind of movie, and kissing an older lady..WOW, totally not expected. However, he still plays basketball in the movie. Soooo, nothing really new about it. But, the ending was good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at Pommes Frites Bistro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I wouldn't step into that part of Pyramid but since it was on the newspapers and Ka Hui suggested, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm I don't remember any names of the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjKXtqj9wPI/AAAAAAAABbY/pM1ktZ8qShI/s1600-h/12062009018+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjKXtqj9wPI/AAAAAAAABbY/pM1ktZ8qShI/s400/12062009018+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346502518417244402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjKXt-ovIkI/AAAAAAAABbg/HFAUMim2icA/s1600-h/12062009020+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjKXt-ovIkI/AAAAAAAABbg/HFAUMim2icA/s400/12062009020+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346502523805966914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjKXtWa-2FI/AAAAAAAABbI/Omac8LL-ysQ/s1600-h/12062009021+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjKXtWa-2FI/AAAAAAAABbI/Omac8LL-ysQ/s400/12062009021+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346502513010858066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for my Beef Linguine :D Did I mention it had a little bit of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tabasco&lt;/span&gt; taste in it, just splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh not to be forgotten their Pomme Frites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjKXta53nWI/AAAAAAAABbQ/5nkqolOGmrM/s1600-h/12062009019+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjKXta53nWI/AAAAAAAABbQ/5nkqolOGmrM/s400/12062009019+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346502514214149474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only they had more sauce in it, it would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Off topic : Why is it called Pommes Frites when in France it's called Pomme Frites :o Note the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr size="1" style="border-style:dotted;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind can't comprehend the stress and all these problems. Hope all this havoc ends soon :S On the bright side, it's making me understand more issues, in my very own special way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-4247543680238887209?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/4247543680238887209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=4247543680238887209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4247543680238887209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4247543680238887209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/06/pommes-frites-bistro_6534.html' title='Pommes Frites Bistro'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SjKS-nuO1II/AAAAAAAABaQ/CSVDmgEpmsI/s72-c/12062009014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-2723632393066091131</id><published>2009-06-11T15:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue Piercing</title><content type='html'>Xia and Mei Ting stayed over my place for the night, and as I was still doing my damn project, Xia sat down and we started talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected to talk to her as in face to face, most of the time it's on msn or through texting. But yeah that was also the first time I heard her voice. Usually it would just be a nod or a shake on the head. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure enjoyed talking to her, though I was really sleepy during that time :X Slept during sun rise which is about 6.30 ish when everyone starts to wake up. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hantu malam&lt;/span&gt; I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr size="1" style="border-style:dotted;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I seriously changed my mind and the last thing I'd want to do is tongue piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a26swwiqcQY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a26swwiqcQY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-2723632393066091131?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/2723632393066091131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=2723632393066091131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/2723632393066091131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/2723632393066091131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/06/tongue-piercing_4075.html' title='Tongue Piercing'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-8047257218838074802</id><published>2009-06-09T16:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glenmarie Golf and Country Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Si4WxdlJ92I/AAAAAAAABaA/Vh32AVm_wOU/s1600-h/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Si4WxdlJ92I/AAAAAAAABaA/Vh32AVm_wOU/s400/aaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345234846745229154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;idk who to credit for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats the evening swimming when the weather is unbearable. Actually a lot of things beats that except going to Lagoon :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs were worn out thanks to yesterdays basketball game with some team from China :S And it was awesome! Although they praised me but I still don't think I'm up to the standard yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating was incredibly hard without my legs. My stomach was doing the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; pretty much most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I wasn't alone, it'd be pretty sad to just swim alone. Though, I really wished I brought someone else along. Oh well ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Si4nAKtgrPI/AAAAAAAABaI/tjPtu_qL45s/s1600-h/08062009013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Si4nAKtgrPI/AAAAAAAABaI/tjPtu_qL45s/s400/08062009013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345252691564080370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised they keep on changing chefs. All their food tastes different every time I come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered Fried Kuey Teow &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;( extra spicy )&lt;/span&gt;. It's supposed to be fried with red chili isn't it? Instead they fried it with chili padi :D Really awesome. *sarcasm* The rest of the meal tasted bitter, I think my taste buds were fried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still hungry and managed to swallow half dozens of beef satay, *yumm* but I suffered from indigestion an hour later :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr size="1" style="border-style:dotted;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been doing much this weke, just catching up on the work from school. Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and whoever that is wondering about the AddMath Project. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/14818885/Form-5-Add-Math-Project-2009-"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;GUIDE TO FINISHING THE PROJECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-8047257218838074802?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/8047257218838074802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=8047257218838074802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8047257218838074802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8047257218838074802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/06/glenmarie-golf-and-country-club_7513.html' title='Glenmarie Golf and Country Club'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Si4WxdlJ92I/AAAAAAAABaA/Vh32AVm_wOU/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-7368237109776519797</id><published>2009-06-06T16:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah Montana : The Movie</title><content type='html'>It was so last minute, I decided to go out to Suwnay, again. Yeah it's the only outing I've got for this week, only day I felt like ' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Hey I want to go out&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sio3TXy1FdI/AAAAAAAABZo/2FQCwQ86f3I/s1600-h/05062009010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sio3TXy1FdI/AAAAAAAABZo/2FQCwQ86f3I/s400/05062009010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344144713772766674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sio3TPXAE3I/AAAAAAAABZg/ZV-plnGOgos/s1600-h/05062009009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sio3TPXAE3I/AAAAAAAABZg/ZV-plnGOgos/s400/05062009009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344144711508562802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and Mei Ting came along so we had our early lunch at Jusco Food Court, since we got bored of choosing from the wide variety of restaurants. And trust me I really don't want to go back there although its tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw mini cockroaches lurking around the dishes as I reached out for a spoon. Wow, the horror lol. It was just beside my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiotOMPIbMI/AAAAAAAABZI/jfhth2jV_3c/s1600-h/Hannah-montana-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiotOMPIbMI/AAAAAAAABZI/jfhth2jV_3c/s400/Hannah-montana-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344133629654625474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we managed to watch Hannah Montana : The Movie. Overall the movie isn't that bad. What I think Miley is trying to do is break off from the HM image, correct me if I'm mistaken. It was kind of funny too although they didn't show much of Jackson and Rico brawling. And, my back didn't hurt throughout the 1hr 45 mins show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And usually I don't do this but I watched MvA again :S Double movie isn't my thing, this time my butt hurt :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lazing around for another hour or so then my mom came to get us. We went to Nirwana Maju, Taipan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I mentioned before how much I LOVE INDIAN FOOD , especially those south indian ones &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;( banana leaf ) &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sio3TpEULJI/AAAAAAAABZw/cldXvjbXLtE/s1600-h/05062009012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sio3TpEULJI/AAAAAAAABZw/cldXvjbXLtE/s400/05062009012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344144718409510034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very big eater but I couldn't tackle any more food after eating that big of a portion. I didn't call for seconds :( Everything tasted delicious, maybe toooo delicious until I felt scared there was going to be MSG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, there wasn't any MSG. One bite at their food and your taste buds experiences the blend of flavors from a variety of spices they used. It's just amazing! I love this place so much I'd call it my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;second home&lt;/span&gt;. And I went home satisfied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr  style="border-style:dotted;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About today, my mind still can't comprehend what happened. It was something new for me, I've never felt like this before. It's just so great to feel this way and to be in this state of happiness. It's hard to explain. I barely got any sleep just thinking ' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Did it really happen?&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-7368237109776519797?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/7368237109776519797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=7368237109776519797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7368237109776519797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7368237109776519797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/06/hannah-montana-movie_06.html' title='Hannah Montana : The Movie'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sio3TXy1FdI/AAAAAAAABZo/2FQCwQ86f3I/s72-c/05062009010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-4779448033483757920</id><published>2009-06-04T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T02:07:07.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Aletheia</title><content type='html'>I've got tagged by Aletheia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Besides your lips , where is the favourite spot to get kissed ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I'd love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this MORNING ?&lt;br /&gt;Excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person / people you took a photo WITH ?&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of em. Not sure who's the last though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider yourself SPOILED ?&lt;br /&gt;Nooo.....(tell me if I'm lying to myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you ever donate BLOOD ?&lt;br /&gt;NO! Unless it's really really really in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite SEX ?&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want someone to be DEAD ?&lt;br /&gt;No, wait.........hm............no,nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your last text message SAY?&lt;br /&gt;"Kay, bye! Love ya! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you thinking about right NOW ?&lt;br /&gt;How to answer this question. Guess I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1o. Do you want someone to be with you right NOW ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine just being with the comp. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last night ?&lt;br /&gt;12-1 sum??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now ?&lt;br /&gt;Padini Authentics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right NOW ?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person who text YOU ?&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-4779448033483757920?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/4779448033483757920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=4779448033483757920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4779448033483757920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4779448033483757920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-aletheia_04.html' title='Tagged by Aletheia'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-7818182496245161918</id><published>2009-06-04T00:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women for Dummies'/><title type='text'>Don't touch me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiYo0VADnGI/AAAAAAAABYo/wr72l1EKFlE/s1600-h/03062009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiYo0VADnGI/AAAAAAAABYo/wr72l1EKFlE/s400/03062009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343002887377362018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this girl, I'll call her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; at a party once. We introduced ourself after my friend suddenly disappeared. Everything was alright, music was good, everyone was in such a relaxed mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been friends for many months and we eventually got closer and closer, as in close friends. One day, I met &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;at another party. She just gone through a hard time with her own personal life. I felt sorry for her and gave her a pat on the back showing my concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was alright until many days later when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;'s friend contacted me saying how uncomfortable &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; felt when I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering I was a total stranger and it was only not long ago since the  first time we met, she thought it was kinda inappropriate. And when her friend revealed that to me, I felt terrible! There was nothing mischievous at all about that hand patting her back, but I felt awful to make her feel so uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always believed in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;physical reassurance&lt;/span&gt; of touch. A hug is always better than a "I'm sorry for you" right? Hugs seem more sincere and yet more soothing for the person. Well, that's my beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Siaep5C6zdI/AAAAAAAABYw/c7MzSON7p-Q/s1600-h/Bowes+and+Watts+hugging+the+faithful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Siaep5C6zdI/AAAAAAAABYw/c7MzSON7p-Q/s400/Bowes+and+Watts+hugging+the+faithful.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343132450446560722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm brought up in a strict family, but after I entered the world of hugging when I started going out and socialising, I realised how wonderful it is, but then again I guess that only applies in my lil &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hao World&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess she's right. It wasn't long since I knew her. Everybody has different boundaries when it comes to physical contact and just because I think it's ok doesn't mean she is okay with it. That part, I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I really don't know, it's so frustrating. How would I know that a slight pat would cause so much trouble. What I'm confused about is, what are the R&amp;amp;R when it comes to touching a girl. I'm tired of having my friendly gestures mistaken for some sick intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr  style="border-style:dotted;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I like tongue piercing but it's only a temporary thing for me though, still not sure :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-7818182496245161918?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/7818182496245161918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=7818182496245161918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7818182496245161918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7818182496245161918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/06/don-touch-me_04.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t touch me'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiYo0VADnGI/AAAAAAAABYo/wr72l1EKFlE/s72-c/03062009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-8746031767033145886</id><published>2009-06-03T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Aletheia</title><content type='html'>I've got tagged by Aletheia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Besides your lips , where is the favourite spot to get kissed ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I'd love neck kisses :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this MORNING ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very excited at the same time feeling down, more of a mixed feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Who was the last person / people you took a photo WITH ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, I have no idea, I can't recall who I last took it with :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Would you consider yourself SPOILED ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way, I don't think I am. It took me quite some time to buy new '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baju&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Will you ever donate BLOOD ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet, but I'm planning to do so though, despite my needle phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite SEX ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Do you want someone to be DEAD ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I haven't had the chance to hold so much hatred deep down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. What does your last text message SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy yourself, take care and don't worry about me. Love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. What are you thinking about right NOW ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About someone's that's not replying my call now, which is kinda odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1o. Do you want someone to be with you right NOW ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm right now? I'm being very cranky since I just woke up. So no :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last night ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2.30~3 am? After getting off the phone with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot, oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right NOW ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14. Who was the last person who text YOU ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky person to do this tag :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I can't tag anyone cause no one will ever do it !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-8746031767033145886?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/8746031767033145886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=8746031767033145886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8746031767033145886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8746031767033145886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-aletheia_1910.html' title='Tagged by Aletheia'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-6365142817309842003</id><published>2009-06-01T16:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drought in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiPDzMd758I/AAAAAAAABYQ/U_jBb3tI3k0/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiPDzMd758I/AAAAAAAABYQ/U_jBb3tI3k0/s400/scan0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342328867279071170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my Undang Test in the morning. You know what's funny? I came in and saw two people cheating during the test, looking at each other's monitor. After a lil while, they failed the test. How's that possible o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yivern came in 5 minutes after I got in the 'examination hall' and we both went to Sunway together. Of course, she had her own things to do. I had to go cause it's my mom's' son, Joshua's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went for ice skating, it was really crowded so we decided not to skate. Joanna, my sister and I went for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Monsters Vs Alien&lt;/span&gt;s instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiOiuYkKerI/AAAAAAAABYI/qhUsgSxs2Bg/s1600-h/Monsters-vs-aliens-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiOiuYkKerI/AAAAAAAABYI/qhUsgSxs2Bg/s400/Monsters-vs-aliens-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342292500743355058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think this is better than Night at the Museum 2? It's so funny, the names given to them doesn't make sense at all, as usual. It's so good that I don't feel much of the pinch although I miss my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hyena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiPYonXtJ8I/AAAAAAAABYY/1bLGQFKDLC4/s1600-h/monstersvsaliens2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiPYonXtJ8I/AAAAAAAABYY/1bLGQFKDLC4/s400/monstersvsaliens2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342351775266318274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't have the slightest idea what this hamster-like monster is called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr  style="border-style:dotted;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a whiner or anything like that but THE WEATHER IS EXTREMELY HOT. Oh when it's about to rain, then it doesn't rain in the end, I kept my hopes high for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;beees&lt;/span&gt;, you know, those black and yellow striped ones. Yeah those, they seek shelter in my house. Crawling through tiny bit holes they can find just to avoid the hot weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiPa5Ib35FI/AAAAAAAABYg/5fF6DVf3e68/s1600-h/P1010194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiPa5Ib35FI/AAAAAAAABYg/5fF6DVf3e68/s400/P1010194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342354258043331666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blogging like 5 minutes ago until I saw this thing on my monitor, I even thought that was part of the wallpaper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-6365142817309842003?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/6365142817309842003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=6365142817309842003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/6365142817309842003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/6365142817309842003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/06/drought-in-malaysia_7964.html' title='Drought in Malaysia'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiPDzMd758I/AAAAAAAABYQ/U_jBb3tI3k0/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-6840889296480862605</id><published>2009-05-30T18:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night at the Museum 2</title><content type='html'>I felt so lazy to move my hand in the morning, let alone get up from bed. But the birds never fail to annoy me until I wake up. I swear I'm going to take a BB Gun and shoot them down one day, I'll put that on my wish list &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*evil grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly slipped something on and headed to Sunway. The whole Subang is there I think, I've never seen more cars than this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I had on my mind was rushing to the cinema cause I'm already late but turns out the movie doesn't start till 3+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiE56x4PRmI/AAAAAAAABXw/6eZgJpEYfq8/s1600-h/Night_at_the_Museum_2_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiE56x4PRmI/AAAAAAAABXw/6eZgJpEYfq8/s400/Night_at_the_Museum_2_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341614315022534242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Night at the Museum 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;- Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sequel to the first movie, it has a lil bit connections to it. I really suggest that you watch the first movie before watching this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about the movie, it's splendid! It's even better than the first movie.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense but heck it's funny. I really can't say much because " funny " is the only word to describe it, but if you really want to know, make a trip to the cinema and find out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiE_-DBJ8xI/AAAAAAAABX4/CKqKxLc8oOA/s1600-h/The_Thinker,_Auguste_Rodin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiE_-DBJ8xI/AAAAAAAABX4/CKqKxLc8oOA/s400/The_Thinker,_Auguste_Rodin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341620968232710930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah not to mention that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Thinker&lt;/span&gt; is featured in this movie. He is ridiculous :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get a ride &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;( sounds wrong )&lt;/span&gt; from my friend to go home cause there was a blackout at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiFDzlHsskI/AAAAAAAABYA/B0ym2AMkXyQ/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiFDzlHsskI/AAAAAAAABYA/B0ym2AMkXyQ/s400/Image012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341625186454909506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candlelight dinner? Nah, I had to light up some candles just because it was pitch black at 8 o'clock night time. How annoying. TNB was so slow and I don't even know what's taking them. What's worse, when the technicians came, they even lepak-ed there and took their time to fix it. Ugh -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is where our money goes, to get crappy service. How " wonderful " isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-6840889296480862605?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/6840889296480862605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=6840889296480862605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/6840889296480862605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/6840889296480862605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-at-museum-2_9170.html' title='Night at the Museum 2'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SiE56x4PRmI/AAAAAAAABXw/6eZgJpEYfq8/s72-c/Night_at_the_Museum_2_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-2607596173695280567</id><published>2009-05-28T17:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terminate Your Hunger</title><content type='html'>I was holding a flier from Dominos , promoting their new meal - Terminator Meal. So here my mom suggested why don't we have pizza for lunch, wth why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sh5bQw0GbPI/AAAAAAAABXQ/Q2MC696tyCg/s1600-h/P1010188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sh5bQw0GbPI/AAAAAAAABXQ/Q2MC696tyCg/s400/P1010188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340806551647448306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sh5cS_hOZhI/AAAAAAAABXY/eRs6IvK_p94/s1600-h/P1010194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sh5cS_hOZhI/AAAAAAAABXY/eRs6IvK_p94/s400/P1010194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340807689466177042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing new, just the cover is rather different this time, with the face of the Terminator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Terminator, why not watch the new movie &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Terminator Salvation&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't found the time to watch it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sh5ecV-OS-I/AAAAAAAABXg/9cvDSFv2d8Y/s1600-h/arnold_schwarzenegger_suit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sh5ecV-OS-I/AAAAAAAABXg/9cvDSFv2d8Y/s400/arnold_schwarzenegger_suit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340810049135463394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a fan of Terminator thanks to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Arnold Swachanager&lt;/span&gt;. I really don't know why, but he seems so robotic as in appearance wise, I meant very rigid. However, he managed to pull that role off easily, which made me drawn to the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sh5fSDkavkI/AAAAAAAABXo/wN0446l8VIc/s1600-h/P1010193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sh5fSDkavkI/AAAAAAAABXo/wN0446l8VIc/s400/P1010193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340810971908324930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glass still isn't taken out from the box yet. What's taking me? I feel heavy hearted to open it up :X And I'm quite sure that I want to collect all 3 of these glasses. Yay Dominos, for giving out &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; glasses for each meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-2607596173695280567?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/2607596173695280567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=2607596173695280567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/2607596173695280567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/2607596173695280567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/terminate-your-hunger_3110.html' title='Terminate Your Hunger'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sh5bQw0GbPI/AAAAAAAABXQ/Q2MC696tyCg/s72-c/P1010188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-8623328648814750867</id><published>2009-05-26T16:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Guys</title><content type='html'>My class girls are seriously crazy about Rain, And other Koreans, especially Korean Boy Bands. I'm not really the fan of Korean Boy Bands. Everyday I'd see pictures of them lying around the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;I'd go OH SO PRETTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some of the girls would say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;He's a guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I was browsing around &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Crunchyroll&lt;/span&gt; and stumbled upon this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/ShuvfMZgiqI/AAAAAAAABWw/umvsmBp5UDo/s1600-h/danger8jm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/ShuvfMZgiqI/AAAAAAAABWw/umvsmBp5UDo/s400/danger8jm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340054733616876194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a girl band &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Danger Gang&lt;/span&gt;. There are some Korean guys that look like this too. Well for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/ShuxmJUsjmI/AAAAAAAABW4/XNIgJq80zqM/s1600-h/6b5d6d0e8898f76b5ba11ff1f43ef2c11224006882_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/ShuxmJUsjmI/AAAAAAAABW4/XNIgJq80zqM/s400/6b5d6d0e8898f76b5ba11ff1f43ef2c11224006882_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340057052073725538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teru from Aikaryu, Hizaki Grace Project, Versailles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds you of something like Final Fantasy doesn't it? I was quite stunned when I found out he was a guy -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Shu1RqD_J2I/AAAAAAAABXA/LhLkvYhDGe4/s1600-h/junkipantyliner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Shu1RqD_J2I/AAAAAAAABXA/LhLkvYhDGe4/s400/junkipantyliner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340061098131269474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Joonki used Kotex too!? Holy crap ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these pictures are so deceiving, so there is such thing as pretty guys :O However, I don't feel that it is disturbing that guys do makeup and so on, I wonder why. Hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick question, is this a guy or a woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Shu1kGT6m4I/AAAAAAAABXI/Q3i6EWJs7og/s1600-h/56761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Shu1kGT6m4I/AAAAAAAABXI/Q3i6EWJs7og/s400/56761.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340061414951918466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with that popping veins and muscle?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr size="1" style="border-style:dotted;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;If I said I knew you, I must be cheating myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-8623328648814750867?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/8623328648814750867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=8623328648814750867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8623328648814750867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8623328648814750867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/korean-guys_8348.html' title='Korean Guys'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/ShuvfMZgiqI/AAAAAAAABWw/umvsmBp5UDo/s72-c/danger8jm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-8961185209960712621</id><published>2009-05-24T13:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advt : Video Editing</title><content type='html'>Need some good video editing to send out a message? Maybe to people, someone special to you? Well, I know a guy that does just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of his work. Something for the Kris Allen fans. Hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kl4x28rql4&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/2kl4x28rql4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be fooled by the quality, because not only did I resize the video, the video is also in normal quality. Watch it in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; if you want to witness a fine work of art :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it happen to cross your mind that video editing help is needed, he's the man. He is&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Andrew&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can reach him through the following links :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/anndrewzZz"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youtube Profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://andrewtkh-sher.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Web Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just talk to me directly and I'll pass the message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-8961185209960712621?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/8961185209960712621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=8961185209960712621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8961185209960712621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8961185209960712621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/advt-video-editing_3277.html' title='Advt : Video Editing'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-4128187154703820127</id><published>2009-05-23T04:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Dreamgirl Season 2 Winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/ShduolMTzNI/AAAAAAAABWI/xE8WXNXM9gY/s1600-h/img_13441-420x630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/ShduolMTzNI/AAAAAAAABWI/xE8WXNXM9gY/s400/img_13441-420x630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338857526728576210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;All pictures are from MDG's website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long and exciting 24 episodes of MDG Season 2, a winner has finally emerged. She's none other than &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Juanita Francis&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just love to say her name again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/ShdvIr0xehI/AAAAAAAABWQ/utO9h84BOvI/s1600-h/img_1204-420x630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/ShdvIr0xehI/AAAAAAAABWQ/utO9h84BOvI/s400/img_1204-420x630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338858078264719890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected that she would've won, although I rooted for her. Look at her facial expression, she her self didn't even think she would've won. She sure deserves it, and I think she still pierce a man's heart with her fierce looks :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Shd0JCgHVNI/AAAAAAAABWY/Rg7PFPhlXOo/s1600-h/img_0901-420x280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Shd0JCgHVNI/AAAAAAAABWY/Rg7PFPhlXOo/s400/img_0901-420x280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338863581910226130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish someone would just hold my bag like that :X &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;droools&lt;/span&gt; Who wouldn't that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Shd11oUQ2NI/AAAAAAAABWg/zz_OUr2BALY/s1600-h/img_0369-420x630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Shd11oUQ2NI/AAAAAAAABWg/zz_OUr2BALY/s400/img_0369-420x630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338865447486937298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I still think Pinky was the best contestant. She performed consistently in every photoshoot, just awesome. She does it so naturally, as though she's born to be a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Shd2HFlQbnI/AAAAAAAABWo/vmk11lyONSY/s1600-h/img_1119-420x630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Shd2HFlQbnI/AAAAAAAABWo/vmk11lyONSY/s400/img_1119-420x630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338865747400617586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we have a winner, I can't wait what's up next for Juanita Francis. I wonder how far she would go, what lies upon the other side of the road :) And last but not least, MDG Season Three! I'm so impatient now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Edit 10:54 PM :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I feel like I'm not making use of the space on the web :( Any ideas?&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/27468189-4128187154703820127?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/4128187154703820127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=4128187154703820127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4128187154703820127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4128187154703820127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/malaysian-dreamgirl-season-2-winner_9718.html' title='Malaysian Dreamgirl Season 2 Winner'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/ShduolMTzNI/AAAAAAAABWI/xE8WXNXM9gY/s72-c/img_13441-420x630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-1883300296589129303</id><published>2009-05-21T16:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kris Allen American Idol 2009</title><content type='html'>And the American Idol of 2009 is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/ShURfejT7xI/AAAAAAAABV4/pPLOoeNrGeo/s1600-h/WinnerIdol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/ShURfejT7xI/AAAAAAAABV4/pPLOoeNrGeo/s400/WinnerIdol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338192165792378642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;krisallenation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;KRIS ALLEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 hours and &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; million votes, Kris Allen, is the new American Idol 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very surprised to see this, considering yesterday was a rocky road for Kris.A. Well, luckily he made it through. However, I was still having the thoughts that Adam would win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;Does Kris Allen deserve to win?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;He definitely deserves to win. Especially after the tremendous change since the first audition. Kris's voice and the way he sings just touches everyone. I wonder how he connects to the audience just so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't No Sunshine &amp;amp; Falling Slowly was easily loved by everyone. Even I got hooked up on it. The singing, the voice, is just so soothing. There's no words to describe the feeling, it just makes you indulge in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;Was he the best choice to win?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/ShUhzqOq5NI/AAAAAAAABWA/faUVVEi8iFc/s1600-h/adam-lambert-is-hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/ShUhzqOq5NI/AAAAAAAABWA/faUVVEi8iFc/s400/adam-lambert-is-hot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338210104710456530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;husbandclothes &lt;---wth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I do not think he is the best person to win this. No offense to Kris's fans. You got to hand it to Adam, his voice and range, I've never seen anyone bring singing up to that level. How wonderful, and Adam is a multi-talented singer. His ability to improvise and mess around with the arrangement of the songs just puts him at No.1. Nevertheless, American Idol or not, Adam has definitely been discovered, he's most likely to do well in this industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : Did you see Kara strip? wth man :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-1883300296589129303?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/1883300296589129303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=1883300296589129303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/1883300296589129303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/1883300296589129303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/kris-allen-american-idol-2009_1857.html' title='Kris Allen American Idol 2009'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/ShURfejT7xI/AAAAAAAABV4/pPLOoeNrGeo/s72-c/WinnerIdol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-6868782840594732141</id><published>2009-05-19T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia strikes again</title><content type='html'>My mom applied &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pural&lt;/span&gt; on me earlier, which is a powder. My rash just would not subside. The smell of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pural&lt;/span&gt; instantly reminded me of my late grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; you, really :'( &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*tears*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&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/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-6868782840594732141?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/6868782840594732141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=6868782840594732141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/6868782840594732141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/6868782840594732141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/nostalgia-strikes-again_19.html' title='Nostalgia strikes again'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-2945026763462697919</id><published>2009-05-18T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T02:07:07.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Kung</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/ShFqkDrU7WI/AAAAAAAABVw/ogjSztpNgUo/s1600-h/P4130428a+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/ShFqkDrU7WI/AAAAAAAABVw/ogjSztpNgUo/s400/P4130428a+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337164201105616226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-2945026763462697919?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/2945026763462697919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=2945026763462697919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/2945026763462697919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/2945026763462697919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/kung-kung.html' title='Kung Kung'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/ShFqkDrU7WI/AAAAAAAABVw/ogjSztpNgUo/s72-c/P4130428a+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-3083985609014022116</id><published>2009-05-16T21:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sg7XnCansLI/AAAAAAAABVQ/xBED2FnzCMI/s1600-h/Manchester-United.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sg7XnCansLI/AAAAAAAABVQ/xBED2FnzCMI/s320/Manchester-United.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336439674144010418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Man U&lt;/span&gt; Vs &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Arsenal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, the first half and the second half was rather boring, in fact I switched around tv channels while waiting. Then comes the extra time, 3 minutes. OMG 3 minutes. That was the most exciting part throughout the whole game. But oh well, it ended up 0-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sg95EbknUMI/AAAAAAAABVo/BAz7--Tn-IU/s1600-h/manchester-united-celebration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sg95EbknUMI/AAAAAAAABVo/BAz7--Tn-IU/s400/manchester-united-celebration.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336617200485093570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;soccernetlive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also means, Manchester United secures their EPL title!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what came in a few minutes after the game :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MU SUCKS TO THE CORE :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well :( However, I know they could have done better and trash Arsenal further. So what's next for them huh, I can't wait what they have up their sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sg7XnM69qfI/AAAAAAAABVY/2ukXOP-JauA/s1600-h/champions-league-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sg7XnM69qfI/AAAAAAAABVY/2ukXOP-JauA/s320/champions-league-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336439676964022770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Champions League?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr  style="border-style: dotted;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been phone hunting for the past few days, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sg7aWiFaC-I/AAAAAAAABVg/8ocT_vlnp0A/s1600-h/3076049451_e2f93554a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sg7aWiFaC-I/AAAAAAAABVg/8ocT_vlnp0A/s400/3076049451_e2f93554a3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336442689122077666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture really caught my attention. I can't help but keep staring :( &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;iPhone&lt;/span&gt; is what I've always wanted but when I saw what &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;N97&lt;/span&gt; has to offer it kinda made me change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a tiny bit features of Nokia that iPhone does not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right here, we're charged for our total usage. And a ' Call Duration ' tracker would be awesome for people that run on a budget. I'm not too sure whether it displays the call duration after a call or not, but a tracker during an active call would be splendid if it was featured in iPhone 3G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happened to the 5 Mega-Pixel cameras we expected from iPhone. Other smartphones offers us a "Xenon" flash like a real camera, where as iPhone doesn't even have a LED flash :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, iPhone is a apps library. it just have whatever I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder whether iPhone is more of a ladies or men phone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The latest features in the new iPhone OS make it a better phone, GPS, gaming and computing platform. But they also have the potential to turn it into the most perfect sex toy yet. [Updated]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Debby Herbenick—author and sex expert—liked our iPhone 3.0 guide so much that she wrote a great phone sex guide inspired by it. Which got me thinking: Can the new OS make the iPhone the best sexual toy ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to read more about &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/5172615/iphone-os-30-will-turn-your-phone-into-a-revolutionary-sex-toy"&gt;iPhone OS 3.0 Will Turn Your Phone Into a Revolutionary Sex Toy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, both have its features, I just wished iPhone implements more of it in its upcoming OS. N96 already cost a whopping RM,2999. What should I expect from N97, or even the Nokia TouchScreen Phone - N98?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, to get an iPhone which actually is more affordable, you're bonded by a 2 year service contract to Maxis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely going to burn a hole in my pocket, how I wish, a wish upon the water fountain would give me a free phone :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-3083985609014022116?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/3083985609014022116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=3083985609014022116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3083985609014022116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3083985609014022116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/phone-hunting_5339.html' title='Phone hunting'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sg7XnCansLI/AAAAAAAABVQ/xBED2FnzCMI/s72-c/Manchester-United.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-912156346338875483</id><published>2009-05-15T00:17:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actor or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Now I feel like I have to really act when I talk to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm not a good actor afterall, I can't help but feel the pinch when I have the conversation. Oh my, why did I even bother trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;hr size="1" style="border-style:dotted;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still stuck with work here. Exams are in 7 hours time and I still haven't got the question right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit : 10:09 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams were not that great, I think I nearly peed my pants, no just kidding actually.  It was okay, just a little bit tough. But I just want to take that off my mind first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have no idea who won this season's Malaysian Dreamgirl, I'm rooting for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Juanita&lt;/span&gt;. Woo Hoo! She's so gorgeous okay, so what if she only has fierce looks, she's just as stunning as the others, maybe even &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sg2ANDRADaI/AAAAAAAABVA/mmwkgCsjs_8/s1600-h/hyena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sg2ANDRADaI/AAAAAAAABVA/mmwkgCsjs_8/s400/hyena.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336062095207173538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ebonk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear little Hyena dropped by my house earlier. At first I was wondering who was outside the house. I really dislike people who park outside my house, oops :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we talked a little bit but she was rushing off to the hospital for her physiotherapy. Seeing her almost bang a car made me laugh. Aha, evil? I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to that, that was my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; laugh of the day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-912156346338875483?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/912156346338875483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=912156346338875483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/912156346338875483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/912156346338875483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/actor-or-not_9369.html' title='Actor or not?'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sg2ANDRADaI/AAAAAAAABVA/mmwkgCsjs_8/s72-c/hyena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-7860387870079395670</id><published>2009-05-13T16:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Dreamgirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgqD66BlrEI/AAAAAAAABUg/Q98Su3-tfxU/s1600-h/malaysian-dreamgirl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgqD66BlrEI/AAAAAAAABUg/Q98Su3-tfxU/s400/malaysian-dreamgirl1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335221756605344834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;fash-eccentric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malaysiandreamgirl.tv/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaysian Dreamgirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's America's Next Top Model, Britain's, Australia's, and uh Africa's?? Yeah and now we see Malaysian Dreamgirl. I know it's been here for quite some time but I just started to have some interest in it. Thanks to Mr.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kennysia.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kenny Sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the competition works is like any other ones we see on TV. There are walk-in auditions that are held in major cities around Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; among the hundreds of beautiful contestant that auditioned will be selected to have a chance to flaunt it all at the big stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 12 finalists will then live together for up to 10 weeks, learn the basics of modelling and prove to everyone who is the best model out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is currently at it's Second Season. Which kinda sucks, cause I missed the first one. So don't miss out on it. Finals are on the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15th&lt;/span&gt; of May, another big set back for me cause I'm having exams, can it get any worse!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, here are your three finalist. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Yeah I know a lil too late :(&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgqKOudiohI/AAAAAAAABUo/2ZJFo-X8zMw/s1600-h/workshop_dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgqKOudiohI/AAAAAAAABUo/2ZJFo-X8zMw/s400/workshop_dawn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335228694168510994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgqKr3y0BRI/AAAAAAAABUw/-D-o8PS2sGE/s1600-h/workshop_pinky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgqKr3y0BRI/AAAAAAAABUw/-D-o8PS2sGE/s400/workshop_pinky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335229194889856274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Pinky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgqKsK3a-5I/AAAAAAAABU4/fVpQEYnjx-Y/s1600-h/workshop_juanita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgqKsK3a-5I/AAAAAAAABU4/fVpQEYnjx-Y/s400/workshop_juanita.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335229200009460626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Juanita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's also a chance to vote to for your favorite. Just check out website :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's getting late. Off to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-7860387870079395670?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/7860387870079395670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=7860387870079395670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7860387870079395670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7860387870079395670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/malaysian-dreamgirl_4955.html' title='Malaysian Dreamgirl'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgqD66BlrEI/AAAAAAAABUg/Q98Su3-tfxU/s72-c/malaysian-dreamgirl1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-4624210996070839379</id><published>2009-05-11T19:33:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Weather?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SggN3dN27tI/AAAAAAAABUI/iTgO2Z4is0U/s1600-h/_44003643_germany_afp416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SggN3dN27tI/AAAAAAAABUI/iTgO2Z4is0U/s400/_44003643_germany_afp416.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334529005007072978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;credit goes to newsimg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate to break it up for the people out there but have you notice the hot weather these few weeks? Especially the past two weeks, from April onwards. The heat is intense, even at 6 in the evening it is still extremely hot, not to mention bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hot till I even missed my Friday routine - cycling for a movie, which sparked up so and so :( How bad can it be? Well, there's more, this 'drought' is going to continue until September. But luckily after &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt; I wouldn't be so hot like what we can feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SggQPXeVX3I/AAAAAAAABUQ/v4jD0_-B6Cc/s1600-h/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 373px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SggQPXeVX3I/AAAAAAAABUQ/v4jD0_-B6Cc/s400/water.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334531614805679986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;credits to bluewave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think after May I'll spend my June holidays wandering around the Ol' Suwnay Lagoon. Usually I wouldn't go there, but now I have a reason too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also don't forget your sunblock unless you wan't to be invisible in the dark :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="border-style:dotted;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was great, exam was pretty boring but we pulled it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SggUq8QvgLI/AAAAAAAABUY/rskj4evC0b8/s1600-h/10349184_e1ee8c32a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SggUq8QvgLI/AAAAAAAABUY/rskj4evC0b8/s400/10349184_e1ee8c32a6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334536486583763122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;honeystars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for snacks in the afternoon. And wow when it comes to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;honeystars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I have a habit of biting off the edges first before eating the rest. Wonder if anyone does that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went online for awhile, well for 3 hours, looking for interesting yet funny habits of eating &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;. Then I came across this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DBFNYtMIXH0&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/DBFNYtMIXH0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just makes me wish I was that banana :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-4624210996070839379?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/4624210996070839379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=4624210996070839379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4624210996070839379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4624210996070839379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/hot-weather_11.html' title='Hot Weather?'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SggN3dN27tI/AAAAAAAABUI/iTgO2Z4is0U/s72-c/_44003643_germany_afp416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-4681567328257676833</id><published>2009-05-10T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;A story taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; Newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr  style="border-style: dotted;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born the son of a poor family, which often lacked food. Whenever it came time to eat, mother would give me her portion of rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she placed her share into my bowl she would say, " Eat this, son. I'm not hungry. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was mother's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up, mother spent her spare time fishing in a river near our house. She hoped that what she caught would give me a bit more nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would cook the fish in a soup, which gave me a good appetite. As I ate, mother would sit beside me and pick the remaining bits of flesh on the bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tried to give her some of the fish, she refused and said, " You eat it. I don't really like fish. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was mother's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in junior high school, to find my studies, mother brought back used matches boxes which she would stick together. It earned her some money to cover our needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I woke from my sleep during the winter nights, she'd still be awake, working on the little boxes in the dim candlelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to tell her, " Mother, go to sleep, it's late. Tomorrow morning you still have to go to work. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother would smile and say, " Go back to sleep, dear. I'm not tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;third&lt;/span&gt; lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my final exam, mother asked for a leave from work to accompany me to school. The sun was shining and the day was hot but she waited for me for several hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the bell rang, mother immediately rushed to pour me a cold glass of tea she had brought in a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tea was thick, but not as thick as my mother's love. Seeing her covered with perspiration, I gave her my glass and asked her to drink too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother said, " Drink, son. I'm not thirsty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was her &lt;b&gt;fourth&lt;/b&gt; lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father fell ill and died, and poor mother had to take on the role of a single parent. She held on to her job but our family's financial situation got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice uncle who lived nearby came to our help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbours often advised my mother to marry again. But mother was stubborn and didn't care for their advice. She told them, " I don't need love "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fifth&lt;/span&gt; lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed my studies and got a job and soon, it was the time for my mother to retire. But she didn't want to. Every morning, she headed for the market place to sell some vegetables and earn money for her needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked in the other city and often sent her some money, but she would not accept it. She even sent the money back to me, saying, " I have enough money. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was mother's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sixth&lt;/span&gt; lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A company then offered me a scholarship to do my master's at a prestigious university in the United States. After getting that degree, I was hired by the company and paid quite a high salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take mother to America, so she could enjoy her old age. But she didn't want to bother her son. She said to me, " I'm not used to life there. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seventh&lt;/span&gt; lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother grew old, got cancer and had to be hospitalised. I, who lived across the oceans, came home to visit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother looked so weak as she gazed at me in a yearning way. She tried to put on a smile but it looked stiff. It was clear that the disease had broken her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears flowed down my face as I stared at her. My heart hurt so much to see her like that. But mother, with strength in her voice, said, " Don't cry, my son. I'm not in pain. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eight&lt;/span&gt; lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying that, she closed her eyes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forever&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;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Submitted by Jessica Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr  style="border-style: dotted;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story, although it's very indirect but it touches people in very different ways, I celebrated my Mother's Day with a nice dinner, could've done more, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been a good son lately, but I'm trying my best to exceed your expectations, I hope you notice that. All these while, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;naggings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and yelling, I know it's all for my own good. And look at me now, I'm a seventeen year old teenager that's really happy thanks to your guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgZUL-cfPPI/AAAAAAAABUA/-EkbFd8xK6E/s1600-h/P1010168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgZUL-cfPPI/AAAAAAAABUA/-EkbFd8xK6E/s400/P1010168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334043373384711410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;card by sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-4681567328257676833?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/4681567328257676833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=4681567328257676833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4681567328257676833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4681567328257676833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-day_10.html' title='Mother&amp;#39;s Day'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgZUL-cfPPI/AAAAAAAABUA/-EkbFd8xK6E/s72-c/P1010168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-849374226559398980</id><published>2009-05-09T01:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Trueee</title><content type='html'>wongeugene - finished many subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tzehao - finished physics , bio , addmaths (doesn't mean other subjects not prepared)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise - finished MANY subjects (i secretly think she's ready for spm o.o)&lt;br /&gt;minxian - claims to finish bio. (but i'm sure it's more than that)&lt;br /&gt;atreyi - not sure about her progress but trust me quiet people are studying people.&lt;br /&gt;yongjie - ready for spm&lt;br /&gt;yivern - ready for spm&lt;br /&gt;serene - ready for spm&lt;br /&gt;lingyen - ready for spm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;tzehao&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUAN&lt;/span&gt; - finished physics , bio , addmaths (doesn't mean other subjects not prepared)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="border-style: dotted;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one above is 100% crap, I just started, definitely just started. Mid year is crap, here I am, 12:00 AM still reading like mad just to chase up. Oh well. Till then :) I'm late for my outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit 3:11 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stop posting personal issues here from now on, I guess. Mainly because, I should be able to settle it privately. On top of that, I should find a new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outlet&lt;/span&gt;, a new place to vent :) Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results of venting :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgSFRKlIJJI/AAAAAAAABTQ/4AfVqG2Cmhs/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgSFRKlIJJI/AAAAAAAABTQ/4AfVqG2Cmhs/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333534388657857682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgSJ0zsIt1I/AAAAAAAABTY/G2qtjcW3Ptw/s1600-h/n860870053_5730326_4086+jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgSJ0zsIt1I/AAAAAAAABTY/G2qtjcW3Ptw/s400/n860870053_5730326_4086+jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333539399035041618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;losing a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The last thing I'd want to happen in the whole wide world, honestly. But I think that 'last thing' is coming to me now. *Shivers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-849374226559398980?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/849374226559398980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=849374226559398980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/849374226559398980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/849374226559398980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-trueee_09.html' title='Not Trueee'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgSFRKlIJJI/AAAAAAAABTQ/4AfVqG2Cmhs/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-2890153896604634577</id><published>2009-05-08T00:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the light?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgGQZy71JUI/AAAAAAAABTA/MyksLnUUM4o/s1600-h/M93~Never-Give-Up-Winston-Churchill-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgGQZy71JUI/AAAAAAAABTA/MyksLnUUM4o/s320/M93~Never-Give-Up-Winston-Churchill-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332702206627226946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this sentence so many times until it really hurts my ears. I get it, never give up when it comes to something, but then this one is really tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit 7:46 PM&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from from basketball-ing. Well, remember the drama we had? I thought it was over. Although I've got so many comments and opinions on this, I wasn't really convinced that the friendship is really over, I thought it was possible to save things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;  Some people say it's a shame to let go a friend who's dear and understands you so much when you've been through so many things with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;even&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(153, 153, 153);"&gt; said " You shouldn't befriend them because they are so selfish and can't think for others.&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;br /&gt;Even so I'm still so effing confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember receiving a text saying " I'm tired of fighting, I want us to remain bestfriends ". Sigh, by then I was convinced. Thinking, hey! Why don't I try it out. But oh no, of course I did made an effort trying but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one hand clapping&lt;/span&gt; won't do any good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It requires two people's effort. So I really think that's it for me trying to be super ambitious and make a difference. Silly me. I can't come out with the right words, because I'm tired of repeating this issue again and again. I really hope this doesn't happen to my other friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : not claiming my innocence &lt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-2890153896604634577?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/2890153896604634577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=2890153896604634577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/2890153896604634577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/2890153896604634577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-light_08.html' title='Where&amp;#39;s the light?'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgGQZy71JUI/AAAAAAAABTA/MyksLnUUM4o/s72-c/M93~Never-Give-Up-Winston-Churchill-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-4851144443236827842</id><published>2009-05-07T17:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T02:07:07.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are easily seduced, just like a dog that's given a treat. Yeah, it's exactly like what I meant it is. I wonder what's going to happen when there's a multiple choice. Which is going to be chosen? The one that offers better attraction and packages? Hah, if that's the case there's no reason for me to force anyone to learn. What wasted effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-4851144443236827842?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/4851144443236827842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=4851144443236827842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4851144443236827842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4851144443236827842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-are-easily-seduced-just-like-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-4124051304994590489</id><published>2009-05-05T16:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glances</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sf_0uqeG-hI/AAAAAAAABSw/4pWKMxfiR6c/s1600-h/Wendellbaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sf_0uqeG-hI/AAAAAAAABSw/4pWKMxfiR6c/s320/Wendellbaker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332249566341691922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Luke Wilson&lt;/span&gt; plays a good-hearted ex-con who gets a job in a retirement hotel. Three elderly residents help him win back his girlfriend as he lends them a hand in fighting hotel corruption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to leave the TV Room because the movie somehow relates to me...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I just sat on my couch, lost in thoughts. And surprisingly, when I was sleeping in school, I was having running thoughts and I swear I was thinking about the same thing that happened in the movie. Oh well, It's really meaningful, go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgAD6ps0rfI/AAAAAAAABS4/OaAYdn0IHcg/s1600-h/IMG_1593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SgAD6ps0rfI/AAAAAAAABS4/OaAYdn0IHcg/s320/IMG_1593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332266264967818738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Hahaha, annoying right!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found what can annoy and spook Nabi Wong out, tada! My picture! Woo, I always love to give him that smile just to annoy the hell out of him. Watch out, here I come! Gosh, I know I've got nothing to do. Well I actually do, mid-term next week, and I feel really guilty for not studying. So till then, stay tuned :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit 7:01 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I still befriend you? *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt;* :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-4124051304994590489?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/4124051304994590489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=4124051304994590489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4124051304994590489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4124051304994590489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/glances_6691.html' title='Glances'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sf_0uqeG-hI/AAAAAAAABSw/4pWKMxfiR6c/s72-c/Wendellbaker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-3259313081168764682</id><published>2009-05-03T12:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sf0nOLq60iI/AAAAAAAABSo/jKpF6pr-DKg/s1600-h/relieved.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sf0nOLq60iI/AAAAAAAABSo/jKpF6pr-DKg/s320/relieved.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331460658480992802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from jogging and wow I feel way more refreshed. I couldn't help but feel so restless cause I didn't move a muscle since Friday. This week is finally coming to an end, which is good cause the beginning was already crappy. Yeah, let's not bring the issue up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after letting out everything. It certainly is a big relief to know she's understanding. At first I couldn't come out with the words, I was basically having her completing my sentences. But I'm glad it's all solved and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my mid year a week from now, I told my self many months back that I'll study, but I haven't even started. But that changes from now I hope, it won't be blank talk, I so want to do well this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week, lead me to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b0LISmz8WVc&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/b0LISmz8WVc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is so sweet, smooth and romantic. Quite odd to hear this from a guy eh? Come on, not all guys are a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tanks&lt;/span&gt; ( no feelings ). I think although Kris Allen doesn't have a spectacular voice, but he gives me the impression that he can succeed as a recording artist, I mean check out his studio recordings, it's awesome compared to Adam's. No offense to Adam's fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, this song reflects a tiny bit of what's going on this week, let's hope the same thing does happen again...excluding the crappy parts :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-3259313081168764682?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/3259313081168764682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=3259313081168764682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3259313081168764682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3259313081168764682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/falling-slowly_2746.html' title='Falling Slowly'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sf0nOLq60iI/AAAAAAAABSo/jKpF6pr-DKg/s72-c/relieved.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-3981270949514712543</id><published>2009-05-02T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>There's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; like a nice holiday on the first day of the month. We went to celebrate Yivern's birthday at Sunway yesterday. Ka Hui came along too and I manage to meet Cheryl for like half an hour? Didn't do much there, every &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tom, Dick and Harry&lt;/span&gt; was in Pyramid cause' it's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Labor Day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we managed to buy tickets for Wolverine-Xmen Origins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfvlvvdAlHI/AAAAAAAABSA/RM7D_c4PWCs/s1600-h/X-Men+Origins+Wolverine+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfvlvvdAlHI/AAAAAAAABSA/RM7D_c4PWCs/s320/X-Men+Origins+Wolverine+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331107192277865586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me I was left stunned when the movie ended. And yeah Caleb asked us to stay awhile in the cinema as the credit rolls, he said that there's gonna be some cut scene about the next movie or w/e. Turns out there was nothing, hah -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was quite good this time, very nice flow and some unreal scenes. But have you checked out Hugh Jackman's body? O.O So unreal, that's what I thought, and he got that in just 1 year?! Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we kinda got separated because every time we want to sit down the seats are always taken, grr =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back at 6 plus cause I had to rush for dinner, you know I never like rushing, I'm already suffering from my headache. And, touchwood! I don't have swine flu. Screw whoever that texted me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time, it wasn't really that fantastic, just had seafood and the usuals. Yeah, I know it's getting boring. Sometimes I wished more food from overseas are brought in, tired of the usual Western, Italian, Mexican, Malaysian food etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was so bloody humid in the restaurant, my aunt suggested that we go to Desa Parkcity, Kepong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sfv6aGg3z5I/AAAAAAAABSY/8zKakhLp_s0/s1600-h/01052009708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sfv6aGg3z5I/AAAAAAAABSY/8zKakhLp_s0/s320/01052009708.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331129910255144850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfvtsevmNtI/AAAAAAAABSI/-SBnaUuvMGg/s1600-h/01052009702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfvtsevmNtI/AAAAAAAABSI/-SBnaUuvMGg/s320/01052009702.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331115932345841362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sfv6aFtvg5I/AAAAAAAABSQ/qFbWa_fEOT0/s1600-h/01052009707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sfv6aFtvg5I/AAAAAAAABSQ/qFbWa_fEOT0/s320/01052009707.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331129910040691602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this place, it's something new. If you've been here before it should remind you of Australia or Canada, those places. It's built based on the Australian concept, walk around Aussie suburb area and you'll come across this. Really, wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sfv-s5JqtBI/AAAAAAAABSg/RQqgsIsKVSA/s1600-h/01052009709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sfv-s5JqtBI/AAAAAAAABSg/RQqgsIsKVSA/s320/01052009709.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331134631132181522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget, a good &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mucho Mango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really does the trick when the weather is humid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-3981270949514712543?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/3981270949514712543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=3981270949514712543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3981270949514712543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3981270949514712543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/labor-day_7477.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfvlvvdAlHI/AAAAAAAABSA/RM7D_c4PWCs/s72-c/X-Men+Origins+Wolverine+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-499494636579438485</id><published>2009-05-01T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>Well, Eu Gene was really quick to prepare the compressed photos just before he went off to bed, so nice of him huh :D Thanks bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfnRj6VO1LI/AAAAAAAABRo/oACUT8rrJho/s1600-h/new+shots+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfnRj6VO1LI/AAAAAAAABRo/oACUT8rrJho/s320/new+shots+054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330522048853628082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's a good camera, there's always awesome people that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt; ( pose ), ain't that right? This was taken just a lil while before Elson lured the birthday girl out for our lil' surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfnRkAFsJ0I/AAAAAAAABRw/LNtcGl2_gg4/s1600-h/new+shots+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfnRkAFsJ0I/AAAAAAAABRw/LNtcGl2_gg4/s320/new+shots+068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330522050399053634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;javascript:void(0)&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like this shot although the rest claim its lens flare or something. But nevertheless the sun rays are something that I'm interested in for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfnRkIAAWhI/AAAAAAAABR4/WvghYtAd99k/s1600-h/new+shots+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfnRkIAAWhI/AAAAAAAABR4/WvghYtAd99k/s320/new+shots+076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330522052522695186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally like this shot, I love Eu Gene's camera! Wow that didn't sound right didn't it? I feel like taking up photography as a hobby, should I? :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-499494636579438485?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/499494636579438485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=499494636579438485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/499494636579438485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/499494636579438485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/05/surprise_1299.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfnRj6VO1LI/AAAAAAAABRo/oACUT8rrJho/s72-c/new+shots+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-5750418585354656678</id><published>2009-04-30T16:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues and Jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SflemIdL8II/AAAAAAAABRA/im2YvB3hO2Y/s1600-h/vlcsnap-125451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SflemIdL8II/AAAAAAAABRA/im2YvB3hO2Y/s320/vlcsnap-125451.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330395643167633538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;credit goes to FOX and of course producers of AI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but post it up. Wow, I never expected such an ending from Danny, it was so damn creative. Jamie Foxx is really good with his advices when it comes to music. He brought out this &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; Danny we've seen last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or does Danny has &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;unlimited&lt;/span&gt; supplies of spectacles? He changes them all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sflfi9iOKQI/AAAAAAAABRI/WHABCKWeDrA/s1600-h/vlcsnap-127113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sflfi9iOKQI/AAAAAAAABRI/WHABCKWeDrA/s320/vlcsnap-127113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330396688207980802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sflfi1K8ESI/AAAAAAAABRQ/beTtw7a6m8k/s1600-h/vlcsnap-127346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sflfi1K8ESI/AAAAAAAABRQ/beTtw7a6m8k/s320/vlcsnap-127346.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330396685962842402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet these two are going to be in the finals, shoot me if I'm wrong. Even Jamie was in awe when he sang. On top of that, not only his singing amazes everyone, I've always thought its the expression he has on his face when he sings, isn't it mesmerizing? For girls I mean :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit 10.51p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a surprise party for our dearet Yivern, our hiding spot was rather windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sfm7XTqMeiI/AAAAAAAABRY/taQId1WZjo4/s1600-h/30052009700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sfm7XTqMeiI/AAAAAAAABRY/taQId1WZjo4/s320/30052009700.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330497643058330146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting down thinking of some songs for a routine while Guan and Eu Gene went to test out the new DSLR Eu Gene bought recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After half an hour of waiting, Walah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sfm7s34inRI/AAAAAAAABRg/lYMJRvb8G9A/s1600-h/30052009699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sfm7s34inRI/AAAAAAAABRg/lYMJRvb8G9A/s320/30052009699.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330498013559430418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 17th Birthday Yivern :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are still with Eu Gene, I hope he passes it to me soon. I think that's the first time I've ever said that. Really loved his camera, and that sexy HD video. Oh well, I'm off to sleep now, it's getting late. Stay tuned :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-5750418585354656678?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/5750418585354656678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=5750418585354656678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/5750418585354656678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/5750418585354656678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/blues-and-jazz_5495.html' title='Blues and Jazz'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SflemIdL8II/AAAAAAAABRA/im2YvB3hO2Y/s72-c/vlcsnap-125451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-5700819731559423888</id><published>2009-04-28T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incapable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfceWaXf2qI/AAAAAAAABQ4/5rcRfFQhfBI/s1600-h/behind_bars_xsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfceWaXf2qI/AAAAAAAABQ4/5rcRfFQhfBI/s320/behind_bars_xsmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329762054400105122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;credit goes to 360pi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how does it feel when someone very &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt; to you have something troubling them and when they couldn't handle it they still wouldn't share the burden with you? Well that is something not too foreign to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that they prefer to solve it themselves and not burden anyone else, but when I witness with my own eyes that they can't handle it, somehow I feel very &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no other word to describe it&lt;/span&gt; ) when I can't do anything to soothe their soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, I feel that their reaction shows that as though telling me would mean the next tsunami is going to happen. That one doesn't really offend me, but I do feel the pinch a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;. Call me a busy body but when it comes to my friends, I can &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stay still and watch them drown in their frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit 11.30p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Looks like things are getting better now, really happy that the problem is gradually fading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-5700819731559423888?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/5700819731559423888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=5700819731559423888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/5700819731559423888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/5700819731559423888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/incapable_541.html' title='Incapable'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfceWaXf2qI/AAAAAAAABQ4/5rcRfFQhfBI/s72-c/behind_bars_xsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-4380570608649101707</id><published>2009-04-28T17:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tensed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfbMSXUV3LI/AAAAAAAABQw/SH20ZYLcNEg/s1600-h/4c+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfbMSXUV3LI/AAAAAAAABQw/SH20ZYLcNEg/s320/4c+022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329671824908606642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;credit goes to guan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never would I thought that a simple joke would tear us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've always been doing silly things to offend others in a joking manner, signing papers etc. I never expected someone to emerge from the shadows and turned serious. And by doing so, our friendship has been torn apart. How am I supposed to tell them it was initially a joke since we've been playing that ever since last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dumb&lt;/span&gt; petition would turn out to be a barrier between us. Like Guan said, what would we gain from doing so, not even money nor fame. In fact, you can't put a price on friendship. After what we've been through together, do you think it's worth ending our friendship just because of a piece of paper? How can you bare to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And for those who aren't involved, please stop adding salt because you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; know anything.&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/27468189-4380570608649101707?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/4380570608649101707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=4380570608649101707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4380570608649101707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4380570608649101707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/tensed_6419.html' title='Tensed'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfbMSXUV3LI/AAAAAAAABQw/SH20ZYLcNEg/s72-c/4c+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-6343655398447771385</id><published>2009-04-27T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Outing</title><content type='html'>I went pyramid today, it was kinda last minute. So I felt kinda lost there cause I don't really know anyone there. But it's cool since I got some Lick Hung ex-primary schoolmates. I kinda slipped into their ' &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;amazing race&lt;/span&gt; ' group. The race was organized by the SU's prefect board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat my lunch because there wasn't time to do so. What we did was basically running around pyramid, not exactly running but walking really fast. And now my leg hurts like a b****. Oops :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given money for the race. As usual we need to plan our expenses so it will it's enough for the whole duration of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told to buy 15 items under a budget of RM25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identify the singer of the song which the lyrics was printed on a piece of paper. Then buy a donut thats suits the description of the singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfRuQRifYxI/AAAAAAAABQg/406IL3YIMH4/s1600-h/a111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfRuQRifYxI/AAAAAAAABQg/406IL3YIMH4/s320/a111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329005484951167762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Third&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to popular. We were given a clue that says " P2O + snake picture " And after deciphering it spells " Pop Ular". That's where Popular came from.&lt;br /&gt;We were required to buy as many items as we want under a RM6 budget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fourth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures with 10 people that wore white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Last one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfRuY-D6ugI/AAAAAAAABQo/lhZYtkIuzGo/s1600-h/a222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfRuY-D6ugI/AAAAAAAABQo/lhZYtkIuzGo/s320/a222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329005634341485058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion show- decorate our leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfRo04_9wlI/AAAAAAAABQY/h97jilT6kw0/s1600-h/the-uninvited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfRo04_9wlI/AAAAAAAABQY/h97jilT6kw0/s320/the-uninvited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328999516949299794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;credits goes to yourmovies.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Uninvited&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of confusing at first, but then as it reaches the climax it was finally understandable and I went like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cheh!&lt;/span&gt;. All those suspense and horror for nothing. But I reckon it is a good show, made me spooked out so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to MacDonald's for dinner with my family, I haven't eaten ever since afternoon so what I did was gobbling down the Big Mac really quick. It was really satisfying with all that coke going down my throat but when I got home, my tummy ached. So much for trying to finish my meals quick -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-6343655398447771385?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/6343655398447771385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=6343655398447771385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/6343655398447771385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/6343655398447771385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-outing_4230.html' title='Good Outing'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfRuQRifYxI/AAAAAAAABQg/406IL3YIMH4/s72-c/a111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-4065017373880423947</id><published>2009-04-25T23:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>I kind of expected this kind of answer. Oh well, I wouldn't count myself lucky, losing a best friend that don't come along often, but letting go of this heavy burden really soothes my soul, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. Expressing my feelings really is a great feeling. I don't know if you'll ever understand why I bombarded the previous post with the truth, it's better than concealing how I've always felt. There was never any intention of humiliating you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If you heard what I said, respond to it like you are now, you know I wouldn't hold back when I don't get an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you how helpful you've been over the years, yes there may be flaws but I'm really &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;greatful&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you, thank you for being there all these times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never intended to embarrass you, I just wanted you to understand and not let history repeat itself after apologizing, I think I should stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone opened my eyes to the truth. Thanks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-4065017373880423947?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/4065017373880423947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=4065017373880423947' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4065017373880423947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4065017373880423947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/letting-go_25.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-7717091595416996313</id><published>2009-04-25T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T02:07:07.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I kind of expected this kind of answer from someone that is so self centered. Oh well, I wouldn't count myself lucky, losing a best friend that don't come along often, but letting go of this heavy burden really soothes my soul, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. Expressing my feelings really is a great feeling. I don't know if you'll ever understand why I bombard the previous post with the truth, it's better than hiding things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-7717091595416996313?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/7717091595416996313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=7717091595416996313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7717091595416996313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7717091595416996313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-kind-of-expected-this-kind-of-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-4606515244815989389</id><published>2009-04-25T01:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough of your crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfH71GEw2HI/AAAAAAAABQI/AREXV34Wedk/s1600-h/_MG_9295+(853x1280).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfH71GEw2HI/AAAAAAAABQI/AREXV34Wedk/s320/_MG_9295+(853x1280).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328316723738237042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I want to apologize for yesterday's race. Where there was too much ragging and all, I'm sorry that some participants could not take it / took it the wrong way. However, it was cool that you all were willing to give your cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, have anyone heard of Susan Boyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfH74GjsCsI/AAAAAAAABQQ/OBxT_LYGvIY/s1600-h/susan-boyle-b_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfH74GjsCsI/AAAAAAAABQQ/OBxT_LYGvIY/s320/susan-boyle-b_0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328316775407553218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Yeah..I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice is just so omg angelic, if you can't bear the looks she has, close your eyes and listen. It is just fantastic, only word to describe it, what's in her voice is just a soul, so pure, just wanting to sing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't cope with it anymore. the more I try, the deeper the wound will be. this is probably a good thing, a fresh start to keep me focused. the more I keep my distance, the safer it would be and I'll slowly slip away from ... life. still unsure though, is it a good thing.&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;&amp;amp; this time, I swear I'm not breaking my promise to myself again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Quoted from WinnieHilmanKwan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, enough of this okay? I'm tired of this already. Why are you reacting to this in a wrong way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;My phone went dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My charger is not working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't reply your text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those petty reasons isn't good enough for you to throw some fit at me you know. I'm sorry to be harsh but I don't like to be a punching bad to throw your frustration on every single time. You'd get mad at me for the smallest reasons, I don't know why I'm the selected one, when you have someone else to do that to too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is deliberately trying to hurt you, why do you always assume that I'm trying to do that when I'm just drinking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;iced tea&lt;/span&gt; at home? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; right? My battery is flat and you assumed that I purposely ignore you. If I wanted to hurt you, which I won't, I would have done something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to be your friend. But this thing is starting to turn into a plague. You promised to change, I've already done my part, it's your turn. You don't just go and break that promise, after you pester me to change, which I've already done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about going to your house, it's not like a purposely canceled on you. The weather was hot and I wouldn't want to get sick right? Why don't you try walking under that heat, anyone would get sick just like that. Why not you try putting yourself in my shoes, before you ask me to do something. Although I'm very patient, but you shouldn't take advantage of that. You said that ' ME ' not coming to your house is a disaster, but why? I can come anytime isn't it. After all, we're best buddies right. I wouldn't mind spending some time. But then, the imaginations that plays around your head when I don't show up are just horrible, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm with someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't care about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't this and that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't bother talking or asking how are you doing. People here are trying to care for you where else you're having that never ending thoughts of people trying to hurt you. Paranoia, is that what they called it? I don't know really, ever since that Sunday I was spotted with my friend, you completely changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, pointing out all these is just pointless I think. You'd just throw away a friendship just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;flat battery&lt;/span&gt;. Is this a joke or something? If it is, then congratulations, you got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, I'm really disappointed with how you act just following your emotions and deciding without considering the fact that you're thinking too much? Hurt? You.... hurt? If I did hurt you somehow, then I'm sorry, but I have no intention of hurting you on purpose. Please try to not think like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; for being extremely harsh, but if I don't get let it out, I bet that new sandbag I'm buying will be replaced by a new one really quick. You want the truth, here's the truth, hidden at the bottom of my stomach. I feel very uneasy everyday realising that it's only a matter of time before someone's outburst will be thrown at me. And what's ironic is, they pick the smallest reasons to get mad at me. I just hope this ends quick, I know things won't end up as how I want it to be, but what can I do right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-4606515244815989389?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/4606515244815989389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=4606515244815989389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4606515244815989389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/4606515244815989389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/enough-of-your-crap_1898.html' title='Enough of your crap'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfH71GEw2HI/AAAAAAAABQI/AREXV34Wedk/s72-c/_MG_9295+(853x1280).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-7758341384734638632</id><published>2009-04-23T19:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>America Decides</title><content type='html'>Disco night wasn't that spectacular for me, all the contestant were like not motivated, some of them even did so terrible till the point that I closed my eyes. On the other hand, Adam and Danny was so awesome! Wait, Anoop too! I think they really nailed it, Adam did the whole emotional thing again which made me sunk into that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;emo-land&lt;/span&gt;. Their vocals were really inspiring. Just wow, if only our Malaysian singers can do the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfBSp_CfbaI/AAAAAAAABPo/yvS2T8yvFiY/s1600-h/lil-rounds-01-2009-03-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfBSp_CfbaI/AAAAAAAABPo/yvS2T8yvFiY/s320/lil-rounds-01-2009-03-31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327849240429292962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought she was good at first, but she made so many poor decisions and became so cocky till the point she ignored advices. Well, sorry to be harsh but serve you right o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfBSpygD_VI/AAAAAAAABPw/bTRLpicNRXo/s1600-h/anoop-desai-american-idol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfBSpygD_VI/AAAAAAAABPw/bTRLpicNRXo/s320/anoop-desai-american-idol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327849237063662930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Anoop, I don't know why he got such low vote count. He's really fantastic, although not as consistent as Adam and Danny but yeah he's good. But hmmm, question marks still floats around my head. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race has finally ended, I personally preferred being a facilitator for the F3's cause they're like so sporting. Not to say that I despise other forms. Anyway, I'm so glad its all over, all that late night discussions, skipping class and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so enjoying to be able to work alongside my classmates and the rest of the committee. Although we had some issues but it all worked out. Thanks to this race, I got a nice brown tan for my body and the others had weird tans all over, especially people with spectacles, patches of browns all over them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;And you wonder why I didn't invite you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-7758341384734638632?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/7758341384734638632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=7758341384734638632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7758341384734638632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7758341384734638632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/america-decides_3569.html' title='America Decides'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SfBSp_CfbaI/AAAAAAAABPo/yvS2T8yvFiY/s72-c/lil-rounds-01-2009-03-31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-3154717534500093882</id><published>2009-04-22T21:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't got the pictures from Eunice Ong yet but here's a few I kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Se8avOlMI0I/AAAAAAAABPQ/UChjW8xy3xo/s1600-h/21042009679copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Se8avOlMI0I/AAAAAAAABPQ/UChjW8xy3xo/s320/21042009679copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327506282872841026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From trying to be '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;leng zai&lt;/span&gt;' ( handsome )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Se8ccXnMC2I/AAAAAAAABPY/6XjpkMmQLVM/s1600-h/21042009681copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Se8ccXnMC2I/AAAAAAAABPY/6XjpkMmQLVM/s320/21042009681copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327508157902883682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wanna-Be Mummy ( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;why's the face still exposed?&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDD.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Se8fussUAQI/AAAAAAAABPg/paLXQmSVkR4/s1600-h/21042009677copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Se8fussUAQI/AAAAAAAABPg/paLXQmSVkR4/s320/21042009677copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327511771334050050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HolyCrapSuperUglyMonster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the whole thing was great yesterday if I forgot to mention it. Just that there was this one thing I didn't really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this punk, I shall not mention who, trying to try his luck with our facilitators. That wasn't really cool with us, sure if you want to try go ahead, but don't be such a loser and turn it into any form of harassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret that I wasn't there to help but next time I see that happening, those people would not get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be staying back to help out for the F5 race, I heard F4's went smooth, Can't wait to be there ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-3154717534500093882?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/3154717534500093882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=3154717534500093882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3154717534500093882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3154717534500093882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/havent-got-pictures-from-eunice-ong-yet_9103.html' title=''/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Se8avOlMI0I/AAAAAAAABPQ/UChjW8xy3xo/s72-c/21042009679copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-6493141401299551462</id><published>2009-04-21T23:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelveans Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Se3j4dmfL7I/AAAAAAAABPI/hStLnbq5mlY/s1600-h/Twelveans+Race+-+Committee%2BFaci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Se3j4dmfL7I/AAAAAAAABPI/hStLnbq5mlY/s320/Twelveans+Race+-+Committee%2BFaci.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327164493407399858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome picture taken by Eunice Ong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Became facilitator for the F3's Twelveans Race and I'm now having weird tans all over my body. Some parts are black some parts are white, how uneven it is. Oh well, I really had fun doing this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-6493141401299551462?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/6493141401299551462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=6493141401299551462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/6493141401299551462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/6493141401299551462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/twelveans-race_4007.html' title='Twelveans Race'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Se3j4dmfL7I/AAAAAAAABPI/hStLnbq5mlY/s72-c/Twelveans+Race+-+Committee%2BFaci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-8346583377909999292</id><published>2009-04-20T20:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She left again</title><content type='html'>Hui Lyn left for Aussie this morning, I felt really bad for not sending her off but I hope she had a safe flight. I'm not too sure what we'll encounter along the way if it's not a direct flight, if you get what I mean.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sexq6bYrZAI/AAAAAAAABOw/csJ20OtzyUA/s320/20042009675copy.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326750011288675330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for this shirt you gave to me, it sure is nice :D But then I don't recycle them though, I appreciate them &lt;3 style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Four Mighty Gods&lt;/span&gt; ' finally talked again, apparently they're boycotting me now and they claim I study at 4 in the morning, wth. But w/e, I don't freaking study at that hour okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed back till 2.30p.m discussing again about our race, and wow we really do need to settle a lot of issues, but most of that are done now. I even done my glossary shopping :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sex8PPGcEiI/AAAAAAAABO4/s2xSiBCf050/s1600-h/20042009676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sex8PPGcEiI/AAAAAAAABO4/s2xSiBCf050/s320/20042009676.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326769060465873442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't buy some of the materials needed cause it appears that Giant is losing business. I can't find the Hello Panda they used to sell, the Nissin Noodles I adore, and lots more. Guys please buy things from Giant cause MyDin's way of doing business is well *cough cough* will not say it. I don't want to get in trouble either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sex9ff02GkI/AAAAAAAABPA/BM5y5QCo-qE/s1600-h/700px-GiantHypermarket.svg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sex9ff02GkI/AAAAAAAABPA/BM5y5QCo-qE/s320/700px-GiantHypermarket.svg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326770439345019458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;credit goes to Giant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Giant :( Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the issue that happened yesterday are almost solved. However, there's still some stuffs I'm confused about, I hope that I'm just thinking too much cause it would be really sick ( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in a bad way&lt;/span&gt; ) if it's true. But thank god some people are being really honest with me, that's what I like if I'd encounter any problems. What a relief it is to have settled it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-8346583377909999292?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/8346583377909999292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=8346583377909999292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8346583377909999292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8346583377909999292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-left-again_7014.html' title='She left again'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sexq6bYrZAI/AAAAAAAABOw/csJ20OtzyUA/s72-c/20042009675copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-8649026172297513370</id><published>2009-04-19T19:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Mind Telling Tales</title><content type='html'>I was at Subang Utama's Sports Day this morning, I came to meet a few friends and maybe surprise my primary ones, but then they didn't show up so it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SesKJVvJ0BI/AAAAAAAABOg/LmbNqmly8zM/s1600-h/19042009671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SesKJVvJ0BI/AAAAAAAABOg/LmbNqmly8zM/s320/19042009671.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326362139865763858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised with how organised they are in their marching you know, they amaze me compared to other school :( Oh well, aside from that everyone's so keen on competing in all the events. So it's pretty cool for a sports freak like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SesLskcyoRI/AAAAAAAABOo/N2AE9oedDk4/s1600-h/uh+oh!+emblem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SesLskcyoRI/AAAAAAAABOo/N2AE9oedDk4/s320/uh+oh!+emblem.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326363844622328082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;thanks to fish factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I witnessed the results of misleads and not learning how to say " &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; ". Well, I shall not disclose the matter since it is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;P&amp;amp;C&lt;/span&gt;. And why you may wonder? Because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;P&amp;amp;C&lt;/span&gt; says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is for sure, it is the infamous " Rumors ". You know, I'm a very simple-minded person. Which means that I hate &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;complication&lt;/span&gt; very very much. And I still remember that I been through that crap three years ago? I thought we've mature enough to not invade other people's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's really ironic to be accused of being a bad person when I know, A knows, B knows and GOD knows I'm the innocent one. Yet, people want to barge in and mess around knowing that they themselves do not know anything.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's funny was when Esther sorta lectured me I could only give her the China Man Face ( blur face ). I didn't know anything right? &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we practicing to be a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;? I do give them credit for those who wants to be and is trying hard to be one asap, I really do. Anyways, it really doesn't relate to what I'm facing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that are having complications normally wish to settle it themselves, not have other to intrude the process of settling issues etc. What I saw today was really terrible, people trying to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Einstein&lt;/span&gt; " Oh it's solving a riddle ", get what I mean? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's okay if you talk about it, you want to talk about it, you want to spread it around, but do bear in mind that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have to get the right facts beforehand&lt;/span&gt;. Are you trying to seek attention? I'm sorry that you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LOA&lt;/span&gt; but please mingle with someone else's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to solve whatever things I have with people that are related to it. Those who are irrelevant should just lay off, you get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He/She is my friend&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;We're tight&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;I think what he/she did is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are not valid reasons to intervene with other people issues. Sure you got your own thoughts, but it is very much appreciated that you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;reserve&lt;/span&gt; your comments. I'm sure no one wants that to happen to them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm welcoming comments on this but if it's intention to insult me or whatever, that just shows that you're &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insulting&lt;/span&gt; human being's intelligence. Moreover, not making use of God's Gift - Brain. If you've matured, then show that you are. There's more to solving a problem than just brutal force.&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/27468189-8649026172297513370?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/8649026172297513370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=8649026172297513370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8649026172297513370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8649026172297513370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-mind-telling-tales_916.html' title='Simple Mind Telling Tales'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SesKJVvJ0BI/AAAAAAAABOg/LmbNqmly8zM/s72-c/19042009671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-274840947824576221</id><published>2009-04-18T17:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret z</title><content type='html'>I lost sleep last night, thinking that I'm supposed to wait for my friends to discuss some stuffs, but when I looked at my watch - 4.30a.m then my face expression changed to china man eyes ( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mine is&lt;/span&gt; natural&lt;/span&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to sleep for awhile more and I got up again for brunch. My parents and I tried this new offer at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;J.O&lt;/span&gt; SS15. That's a Chinese restaurant. They started promoting their ' Dim Sum ' ( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dumplings&lt;/span&gt; ) and it was rather cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dim Sum was nice, what's best is that there's no MSG, which was kind of surprising. But one drawback is that their Fried Grass Noodles was like rubber, too starchy until I had a hard time chewing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car I was listening to the radio where they were talking about how to maneuver yourself to avoid shop assistants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;First person to call in said " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;My dad always asked me to act retarded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;, I cannot imagine the shop assistant's reaction man, it would be so priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;Another caller said " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;I'll shout and ask him/her to leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow now that's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ganas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, its a lady by the way, I wouldn't want to be treated that way either. After all, we're just helping :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, we celebrated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Atreyi's&lt;/span&gt; birthday at Secret Recipe. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt;, the pictures are still with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Guan&lt;/span&gt;, waiting for him to upload em'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sen2TWcNt9I/AAAAAAAABOQ/ExV8zj9NIdM/s1600-h/18042009662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sen2TWcNt9I/AAAAAAAABOQ/ExV8zj9NIdM/s320/18042009662.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326058846644189138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu Gene - one of the 四大天王 of your group :D that fella called me saying he's arriving soon and I was the earliest dude to be there, wow -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sen2Tmcyb0I/AAAAAAAABOY/iAKD5VmM1Dw/s1600-h/18042009663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sen2Tmcyb0I/AAAAAAAABOY/iAKD5VmM1Dw/s320/18042009663.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326058850941562690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw that eyes! How big it became when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Guan&lt;/span&gt; witnessed his camera being held by Min Xian, and it almost dropped! Poor thing man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone realise the weather for the past three days is really hot and humid? What's happening? All my outdoor activities cut off since it was so hot. Tomorrow's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SU's&lt;/span&gt; sport day and I hope it won't be as sunny as today or yesterday, so yeah, I'll bring an umbrella just in case. Till then, stay tuned ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-274840947824576221?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/274840947824576221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=274840947824576221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/274840947824576221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/274840947824576221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/secret-z_4729.html' title='Secret z'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sen2TWcNt9I/AAAAAAAABOQ/ExV8zj9NIdM/s72-c/18042009662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-3442202470413161604</id><published>2009-04-17T12:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt Giraud Saved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Segen7V68UI/AAAAAAAABOI/NmYU9fIewr8/s1600-h/44850373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Segen7V68UI/AAAAAAAABOI/NmYU9fIewr8/s320/44850373.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325540230658978114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Segenrpc7cI/AAAAAAAABOA/ATYd251WU0U/s1600-h/simoncowell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Segenrpc7cI/AAAAAAAABOA/ATYd251WU0U/s320/simoncowell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325540226445929922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow,I couldn't believe it when Simon saved Matt last night! I was so surprised when it was down to him and Lil and &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was the one with the lowest number of votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought that Lil' was going to go off last night because she has not been performing well these few weeks. I was in more shock when Anoop was in bottom 3 when he sang the song in such a way that I was left in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Disco Week&lt;/span&gt;, I'm pretty sure Adam is gonna nail this one. What's disco? Remember those 1970's songs/bands like The BeeGees with their Saturday Night Fever. Yeah those, so stay tuned to watch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to finish the plans for the Twelveans Race in school, not the whole lot but most of it, and tonight we'll finalize all the plans. What a relief it is to know we're gonna be finishing it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BM teacher was like telling us how studying used to be for them, and it's mostly practical, unlike the theoretical approach we have now, memorizing memorizing till you bust your head. I even got a free pinch from her cause she thought I was dozing off, ugh -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-3442202470413161604?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/3442202470413161604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=3442202470413161604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3442202470413161604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3442202470413161604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/matt-giraud-saved_4158.html' title='Matt Giraud Saved!'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Segen7V68UI/AAAAAAAABOI/NmYU9fIewr8/s72-c/44850373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-3747508650895193589</id><published>2009-04-16T15:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being vegeterian is cool</title><content type='html'>First of all, I want to wish all the Indian ( Tamil ) friends out there &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Iniya Tamizh Puthaandu Nalvazhthukkal&lt;/span&gt; -  Happy belated &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tamil New Year&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely speak Tamil so please excuse my grammar errors and so on :)&lt;br /&gt;Puthandu, best known as Tamil New Year was on 14th of April for those who do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to school wondering why everyone was wishing each other Happy New Year but yeah now I know why. And they went vegetarian for a day. Speaking of being vegetarian, I've always fancied Indian Vegetarian Meals ever since I visited my ex neighbor during &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sebzy6xrPGI/AAAAAAAABN4/gEvGVtRpWAE/s1600-h/indian_vegetarian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sebzy6xrPGI/AAAAAAAABN4/gEvGVtRpWAE/s320/indian_vegetarian.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325211665508809826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really explain much about indian vegetarian food but one thing's for sure, there's lots and lots and lotssssss of tomatoes in it :D That's also the main reason why I love it. I was thinking of having that once a week but that's only if my family agrees to it. Speaking of food, I'm starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go grab some biscuits and head off for basketball. Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sometimes people have to know their own limits, instead of running before they even know how to crawl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-3747508650895193589?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/3747508650895193589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=3747508650895193589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3747508650895193589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/3747508650895193589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-vegeterian-is-cool_31.html' title='Being vegeterian is cool'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sebzy6xrPGI/AAAAAAAABN4/gEvGVtRpWAE/s72-c/indian_vegetarian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-418655441875023177</id><published>2009-04-14T22:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a boring day</title><content type='html'>I got back from school a lil bit late causeee my teacher decided to tell her a lil bit of her life, but it was really interesting and the sad part was when she realise it's time to go home, awhhh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, badminton session is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt;, Saturday is on baybehh :D Why did we even stop it in the first place, that question is still in my head. But heck who cares now, it's back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a text from my tuition teacher,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; students, you did not attend the.........&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went like " &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is this really my teacher&lt;/span&gt;, she wouldn't use ' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ' right? " But it was, then again I thought I was being punk'd. So I waited and waited but in the end other friends confirmed it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeSko29wipI/AAAAAAAABNo/w5eZJajm6Gw/s1600-h/14042009656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeSko29wipI/AAAAAAAABNo/w5eZJajm6Gw/s320/14042009656.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324561681315039890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, back at tuition, our Kobe Wong suddenly blurt out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeSkpEtMgnI/AAAAAAAABNw/C6k5b6V0Y3s/s1600-h/14042009655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeSkpEtMgnI/AAAAAAAABNw/C6k5b6V0Y3s/s320/14042009655.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324561685003666034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take away my tissue, my nose want to hump it later -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-418655441875023177?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/418655441875023177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=418655441875023177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/418655441875023177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/418655441875023177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-boring-day_9964.html' title='What a boring day'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeSko29wipI/AAAAAAAABNo/w5eZJajm6Gw/s72-c/14042009656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-5611431021666875090</id><published>2009-04-13T17:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch My Hand</title><content type='html'>School was so so dry, even sleeping at home was better. How did I do for my test? Well, I slept through half of the time, but why did I manage to finish it, odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind just replayed the whole David Archuleta showcase again and again AHH! And I can't wait for the pictures to come seriously. Mun Yue hurry up! And currently my favorite songs - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Touch My Hand&lt;/span&gt; is like repeating itself. What's funny is I've never heard of that song before, until that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that day I kept saying the Italian Word Mi Manchi, Mi Manchi which means I miss you. I find Italian words really funny like Mi Scusi ( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;excuse me&lt;/span&gt; ). Oh speaking of that, most of you would remember the infamous Italian guy in Eurotrip :D For those who have not watched check out this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X_KACgT-ZD0&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/X_KACgT-ZD0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wouldn't want that to happen to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeMQGMfbLGI/AAAAAAAABNY/rGYWneSSPRk/s1600-h/2004_eurotrip_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeMQGMfbLGI/AAAAAAAABNY/rGYWneSSPRk/s320/2004_eurotrip_004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324116883100347490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, like in the show Football Hooligans are as wild as they are irl, I heard once from a friend that they actually throw bottles here and there and like randomly screws someone up on the road. The part where they chase people in other football team jerseys was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, anyways I've been staring at this ' You have used 7&amp; of your image storage' thing from blogger. This sucks, purchasing additional storage would cost me 30USD , and it's like a rental thing. Gosh, I'm gonna start reducing photo size just in case I don't intend to pay for that. Yeah, I know I'm stingy but wtheck, jobless here, hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, our latest group photo as of last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Love it &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeMT4sVUtgI/AAAAAAAABNg/dJ8zs81Khq4/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeMT4sVUtgI/AAAAAAAABNg/dJ8zs81Khq4/s320/Copy+of+IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324121049176258050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all for the updates today, got some nerding to do ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-5611431021666875090?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/5611431021666875090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=5611431021666875090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/5611431021666875090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/5611431021666875090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/touch-my-hand_13.html' title='Touch My Hand'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeMQGMfbLGI/AAAAAAAABNY/rGYWneSSPRk/s72-c/2004_eurotrip_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-8519405792903132334</id><published>2009-04-12T07:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Archuleta &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Gueess what I got an hour before the showcase, it was such a last minute thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeEkqPnR0wI/AAAAAAAABMw/vs3zVIZOr8c/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeEkqPnR0wI/AAAAAAAABMw/vs3zVIZOr8c/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323576542693020418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooooooo! I got so excited, thanks to Lih Wern for being so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;generous&lt;/span&gt; :D Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent Zaqir back home and then we rushed to Elephant Walk. It sure was a bad traffic jam all the way there, and believe it or not, they were actually closing the doors cause it was full but heck we &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeEl0es4ZkI/AAAAAAAABM4/AN8x9LzDj5Q/s1600-h/11042009652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeEl0es4ZkI/AAAAAAAABM4/AN8x9LzDj5Q/s320/11042009652.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323577818053371458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellooooo? Millions of heads man, it was hot, sweaty and sticky, not to mention very very humid! I hanged around with my sister for awhile, Just awhile, then I spotted Huey Ling at the 2nd-highest row. There's a big fan there so I shifted up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Crowd Teaser :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeEoF3UzKpI/AAAAAAAABNA/rpP1daA4jfg/s1600-h/_MG_2788sml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeEoF3UzKpI/AAAAAAAABNA/rpP1daA4jfg/s320/_MG_2788sml.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323580315744283282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Picture from Kai Shaun - who was seating down on the stage wth -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeEogJM-Q_I/AAAAAAAABNI/3LDw0WG1tzY/s1600-h/P1010112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeEogJM-Q_I/AAAAAAAABNI/3LDw0WG1tzY/s320/P1010112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323580767219893234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also met up with Helena, who was surprised to see me when I said I wasn't coming :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the showcase, I went off to Nic's Bday. Was really rushing in the rain, ugh, soaking wet. I'm pretty sure I smelled like rotten eggs. My phone died half way so I didn't get to take any pictures, what a bummer :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeEpR_tJb8I/AAAAAAAABNQ/mLkaDAJmFuw/s1600-h/10042009648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeEpR_tJb8I/AAAAAAAABNQ/mLkaDAJmFuw/s320/10042009648.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323581623663947714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I read the owner of these two bunnies blog. What a bummer it is to read the post. I think she misinterpreted what I told my other besties and well, got pissed at me. But then again, she told me that forgetting and starting from scratch was really good for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moreover&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a fight with her loved one,&lt;br /&gt;She had a shitty day,&lt;br /&gt;She misunderstood me,&lt;br /&gt;She !@&amp;amp;%$@!%@&amp;amp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results from that? Her post. - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Fuck off from my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not defending myself in anyway Winnie, you can put it however you want it to be. If what I said &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wasn't the truth&lt;/span&gt;, what is? Why should I lie just to make someone else happy, it's a bit ridiculous and contradicting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you lie the happier the person gets, but you have to cover up more for the lies you told. Get it? Sure I do want to be innocent, but I don't try to make people think so, I tell the true story my dear friend, I'm sorry if you want to think that I lie to get attention and so on, my life is an open book, go ahead and check me up :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really got nothing to hide here. And it's a shame, to throw away three years of friendship just due to one mere misunderstanding, but I understand that condition, where you can't decide which story is true, I too would be depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Ralph Waldo Emerson once said " It is not length of life, but depth of life. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our case, it's not the duration of our friendship that matters, its the quality, I think I understand you as much as you do understand me, correct me if I'm wrong. You might find it funny why I'm not letting the friendship go, most people would go " Oh! Tzehao is desperate " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sorry, I'm not desperate ( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maybe I am but for a good reason&lt;/span&gt; ). I just can't help but cling on to a beautiful friendship, what's so desperate about it. And it would be so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt; ( waste ) if it were to crumble just because of a few misunderstanding. It's not fair, well, life's not fair. But just so you know Winnie, although you said you took back all the words you said, I still appreciate it. It sure wasn't regretful being your friend :O bear that in mind. Best friends don't come along too often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-8519405792903132334?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/8519405792903132334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=8519405792903132334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8519405792903132334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/8519405792903132334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/david-archuleta_12.html' title='David Archuleta &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SeEkqPnR0wI/AAAAAAAABMw/vs3zVIZOr8c/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-768041499866162852</id><published>2009-04-10T22:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMK USJ 12 Rejected David Archuleta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sd9Wp-uY2rI/AAAAAAAABMo/c_WJx-1g1Q8/s1600-h/david_archuleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sd9Wp-uY2rI/AAAAAAAABMo/c_WJx-1g1Q8/s320/david_archuleta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323068563787406002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Archuleta&lt;/span&gt; is in Malaysia and he is coming to visit schools depending on the amount of the votes they chipped in for their school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KDU&lt;/span&gt; got it and I went like "Wow, I voted too, didn't my schoolmates vote?! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from Howard-U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I heard from my juniors, he was suppose to visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SMK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;USJ&lt;/span&gt; 12 today. The students in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;smk&lt;/span&gt;12 must have spent hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lotsa&lt;/span&gt; money voting for him to come. And guess what, the principle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SMK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;USJ&lt;/span&gt; 12 rejected David’s visitation. WHY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; know, the main reason they rejected him because the school was having a fire drill practice and there were some VIPs in the school.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! Why would you do that! If there was any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;VIP's&lt;/span&gt; in the school I'm sure they'll be as excited as we are TO MEET DAVID. Plus! we didn't even have fire drills, fire drills can be done any other time isn't it?! How often it is that we win a surprise visit! Like Howard said, David is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to admit the school is lame, but wow it is lame! Lame for wasting our money that we used to vote for David to come. Lame for giving lame excuses to reject David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disappointed with the decision, I'd never expect my school to do this . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-768041499866162852?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/768041499866162852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=768041499866162852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/768041499866162852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/768041499866162852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/smk-usj-12-rejected-david-archuleta_5872.html' title='SMK USJ 12 Rejected David Archuleta!'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sd9Wp-uY2rI/AAAAAAAABMo/c_WJx-1g1Q8/s72-c/david_archuleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-1527674740634507939</id><published>2009-04-09T14:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Free!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sd2aMwcM7oI/AAAAAAAABMg/CEWo8yPneUQ/s1600-h/dp1787270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sd2aMwcM7oI/AAAAAAAABMg/CEWo8yPneUQ/s320/dp1787270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322579878574091906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Personal life holding me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom! No, I did not get jailed / locked in a room whatsoever. Note the block quote. I've always been tied down by personal problems that weren't solved. But at least it wasn't enough to make me grow my first white hair &lt;3 class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I, we're actually on the same page about certain stuffs. Why do people act first before thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if they actually think twice before making a decision, they wouldn't hurt other people, cause problems for themselves etc. Ugh -_- Use your brain people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was following my heart&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad&lt;br /&gt;I feel really guilty&lt;br /&gt;I feel like killing myself&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't those excuse a lil bit too overused. You think we're like bunch of 5 yr olds, buying that old excuse? Think again. Oops, I got a lil too carried away, this was supposed to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;in general&lt;/span&gt;. My bad *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, life's gonna get busy soon. Not because of social life and all, it's cause of studies and work. Yeah nerd whatever. I'd rather suffer for a year than regret my whole lifetime. But I'll still do other things and update this as often as I can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got sports practise now. Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit 5.30 p.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands so sore now, someone didn't show up last minute and we lost -___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-1527674740634507939?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/1527674740634507939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=1527674740634507939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/1527674740634507939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/1527674740634507939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-free_09.html' title='I&amp;#39;m Free!'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sd2aMwcM7oI/AAAAAAAABMg/CEWo8yPneUQ/s72-c/dp1787270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-2472294001385577627</id><published>2009-04-04T21:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>' Visiting ' Ancestors</title><content type='html'>Woke up 4 this morning and straight away headed to KL for Cheng Beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so dark until I couldn't see anything. For those who never went Cheng Beng before, I know there's some cause it's only my second time going there. Here's some photo that kinda shows what it's all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdducGCJMgI/AAAAAAAABLY/jmwiQQSOHkg/s1600-h/04042009623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdducGCJMgI/AAAAAAAABLY/jmwiQQSOHkg/s320/04042009623.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320842913696526850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting up the prayer stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SddvFyOzZMI/AAAAAAAABL4/-w3gSnv8ZwM/s1600-h/04042009625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SddvFyOzZMI/AAAAAAAABL4/-w3gSnv8ZwM/s320/04042009625.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320843629935420610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SddvF9DwGhI/AAAAAAAABLw/HcQOOiUX90s/s1600-h/04042009631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SddvF9DwGhI/AAAAAAAABLw/HcQOOiUX90s/s320/04042009631.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320843632841857554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SddvFiV1avI/AAAAAAAABLo/YEuJTRb8GfM/s1600-h/04042009627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SddvFiV1avI/AAAAAAAABLo/YEuJTRb8GfM/s320/04042009627.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320843625669946098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally flowers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't exactly a nice experience for me in the dark. Check out the amount of graves man. Imagine yourself stuck alone here with thousands of graves here, esp in the dark. The thought still gives me the creeps man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SddwFWmyJXI/AAAAAAAABMA/4lOUPwW0UwQ/s1600-h/04042009630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SddwFWmyJXI/AAAAAAAABMA/4lOUPwW0UwQ/s320/04042009630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320844722031437170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Don't mind the yellow paper, it was too sunny and glaring to take a picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast at a coffeeshop in Old Town. Ka Hui came by my house to chill until 3 and we headed to Taipan to meet our long lost bestie from Aussie. We talked at Starbucks and she updated her with her loooooooonnng story. She even got us gifts from Aussie. Thanks woman ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening my family and I + Ka Hui went to Yellow Cab for dinner. Boy was it good! Like the 2nd Luca's Pizza okay! Seriously tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was confused bout how to wash my hand. Cause there wasn't any water coming out from the tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sdd3AsO7EVI/AAAAAAAABMI/HVr3kPmeAaQ/s1600-h/04042009632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sdd3AsO7EVI/AAAAAAAABMI/HVr3kPmeAaQ/s320/04042009632.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320852338518987090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sdd3BdxHIxI/AAAAAAAABMQ/3Hzr-peievI/s1600-h/04042009633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sdd3BdxHIxI/AAAAAAAABMQ/3Hzr-peievI/s320/04042009633.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320852351815721746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even notice the sign wtf! My mom even laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sdd3BU1YEUI/AAAAAAAABMY/SGMkNV8nbto/s1600-h/04042009635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/Sdd3BU1YEUI/AAAAAAAABMY/SGMkNV8nbto/s320/04042009635.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320852349417689410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, it's definitely a good place to have pizza. I'll surely be back to eat again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-2472294001385577627?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/2472294001385577627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=2472294001385577627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/2472294001385577627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/2472294001385577627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/visiting-ancestors_5210.html' title='&amp;#39; Visiting &amp;#39; Ancestors'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdducGCJMgI/AAAAAAAABLY/jmwiQQSOHkg/s72-c/04042009623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-7299355234738606212</id><published>2009-04-03T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdYN1HT_YzI/AAAAAAAABLA/5PTN8Beuonc/s1600-h/najib-razak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdYN1HT_YzI/AAAAAAAABLA/5PTN8Beuonc/s320/najib-razak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320455215931941682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of 10.00a.m, Najib was sworn in as the 6th Prime Minister of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdYOaPfHRlI/AAAAAAAABLI/wNwiHMcGApU/s1600-h/abdullah-haji-ahmad-badawi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdYOaPfHRlI/AAAAAAAABLI/wNwiHMcGApU/s320/abdullah-haji-ahmad-badawi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320455853781239378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Badawi, he certainly can relax now, now that he has someone to succeed him. He sure put in quite a lot of effort to maintain Malaysia. Well done Pak Lah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, finally did our BM Oral test. Boy, we're sure talented, doing impromptu conversations and acing it. Though, I think mostly everyone aced it so it isn't much of a big deal. The teacher was still super pissed off though, don't know what happened to her, usually she's really happy whenever and wherever, is it because of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cycled to TP later in the afternoon, saw Shawn there and I press my breaks immediately. He got a shock of his life and thought he was gonna get robbed XD Gotcha! Managed to catch a movie with Jelly, watching Euro Trip for the 7th time. I know right, but it still gets me to laugh every time I watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my dad just agreed to buy this punching bag I've been dying to get for a long time. Now the only issue is where to hang it &gt;_&gt; I so so so so want it now, can't wait to go buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdYSuCyPTMI/AAAAAAAABLQ/DJXC5pcVI_Q/s1600-h/everlast-boxing-pro-super-leather-training-punching-bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdYSuCyPTMI/AAAAAAAABLQ/DJXC5pcVI_Q/s320/everlast-boxing-pro-super-leather-training-punching-bag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320460592015690946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do with it? Most likely throw all my frustration on it. Idk, it's way better than having all those running thoughts in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got some good news, Good buddies Ben and Lyn are coming back. Well, Ben is already back, he just texted me, I don't even have any credit to reply him, damn. As for Lyn, we should be having lunch tomorrow hopefully :) I bet she has loads to splash on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I are going for Cheng Beng tomorrow. Urgh, I don't think I can wake up at 4. That's crazy work. I'll be busy most likely the whole day tomorrow, so till then. Stay Tuned. Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-7299355234738606212?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/7299355234738606212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=7299355234738606212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7299355234738606212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/7299355234738606212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-pm_8210.html' title='New PM'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdYN1HT_YzI/AAAAAAAABLA/5PTN8Beuonc/s72-c/najib-razak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-5325299406969429966</id><published>2009-04-02T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titleless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdN-nU4-AgI/AAAAAAAABK4/8ElBH6lOWsA/s1600-h/two+timing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdN-nU4-AgI/AAAAAAAABK4/8ElBH6lOWsA/s320/two+timing.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319734798942339586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Credits goes to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chosun&lt;/span&gt; for the photo, though I did not ask him beforehand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find a title for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this isnt the love two timing, its more of the doing the same thing for two person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; always tell &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a lot of stuff to show &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s appreciation for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feels extremely special and somehow appreciated. However, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s feeling &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; last long. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; found out that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has been saying that to a few others as well, of course &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would be like WTF and obviously pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; confronted &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Even so, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more or less did the same thing and did not changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just based on what I heard from people these few days. I don't see why people &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;must do something to others if they won't like it when it happens to them&lt;/span&gt;. Weird mentality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-5325299406969429966?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/5325299406969429966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=5325299406969429966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/5325299406969429966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/5325299406969429966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/titleless_3818.html' title='Titleless'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdN-nU4-AgI/AAAAAAAABK4/8ElBH6lOWsA/s72-c/two+timing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27468189.post-1110465528414626714</id><published>2009-04-01T19:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:14:30.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangouts</title><content type='html'>I always like our hangouts, sleepover when it comes to the weekend. Even though it's just the same thing again and again, at least it's not like school or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdNQ_ArXKTI/AAAAAAAABKY/SvgLJ5JtVKM/s1600-h/29032009614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdNQ_ArXKTI/AAAAAAAABKY/SvgLJ5JtVKM/s320/29032009614.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319684628298541362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambling, Cards, it'll always be there, best way to pass time okay. I love the joy of earning money but I'd always get sick after &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8 hours&lt;/span&gt; of that session, but then again it only feels like few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdNRigZzLVI/AAAAAAAABKo/V89gJOlDQ9k/s1600-h/340x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdNRigZzLVI/AAAAAAAABKo/V89gJOlDQ9k/s320/340x.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319685238110235986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this fella? He was one of the reason I really liked gambling.&lt;br /&gt;But in Guan's place, he's the total opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdNRbcPGFwI/AAAAAAAABKg/QJc0E9833K8/s1600-h/29032009613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdNRbcPGFwI/AAAAAAAABKg/QJc0E9833K8/s320/29032009613.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319685116732512002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guan's house is the place I'll most likely lose money at. Luckily I only lost 1 buck that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdNR7ZlhT0I/AAAAAAAABKw/AsYy_r2MT_w/s1600-h/29032009610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdNR7ZlhT0I/AAAAAAAABKw/AsYy_r2MT_w/s320/29032009610.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319685665777078082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the midnight snack - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ramli's&lt;/span&gt; yummm. There Cheryl, this is the untouched burger XD Not the one bite off the burger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In school&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just talked among our gang today, I didn't know so many scandals / problems happened in such a short time and all of those stories just astounds me. It was really great talking to my GF( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;friend that's a girl&lt;/span&gt; ) Min Xian again, and uh it sure killed a lot of time. Eu Gene was half dead most of the time thanks to his flu, I told him so many times not to come, yet he has to go macho man and ' Oh I'm coming ' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Aliah, our temp English teacher teaches us for the last day. Awh man, I just watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Triumph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's so awesome, and it reminds me of her. She kinda like clicked with us the minute she stepped in the classroom for the very first time? How often does those come of teacher come by, I forgotten to buy a gift for her to show that I appreciate her, she's seriously cool. And I doubt we'll ever get some teacher like her any soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27468189-1110465528414626714?l=tzetodahao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/feeds/1110465528414626714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27468189&amp;postID=1110465528414626714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/1110465528414626714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27468189/posts/default/1110465528414626714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzetodahao.blogspot.com/2009/04/hangouts_1284.html' title='Hangouts'/><author><name>tzetodahao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SUJvqYVQnII/AAAAAAAAAxc/MHZHNv9jE6M/S220/P1010151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SgX3I2UIJwQ/SdNQ_ArXKTI/AAAAAAAABKY/SvgLJ5JtVKM/s72-c/29032009614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
