<?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-18520376</id><updated>2012-01-21T22:46:36.124+08:00</updated><category term='Words I Wouldn&apos;t Say'/><category term='Untold Tales'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Excurssion'/><category term='Grunts'/><category term='Retrospect'/><category term='Flavours'/><category term='Moments'/><title type='text'>Up Down Left Right- That's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Ups and downs just can't have enough. Life can never be stable, cause it's just like a sine wave. Here I am with my own ups and downs, but hey, it's all part of life, so either live it to the fullest or screw it. Choose wisely and you'll be happy, sulk over matters and be a sucker. So here I am keeping track of the 'phase cycles'-for non math people it's one wave up and another down making a complete cycle-of my life :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-7890627826347207974</id><published>2009-11-05T13:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:20:43.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retrospect'/><title type='text'>For the record</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow I felt compelled to write a new post for this obsolete blog. I thought of deleting it but just what's the harm of keeping it dormant? Then some days back, I was given a link to my blog regarding &lt;a href="http://gnitia.blogspot.com/2009/11/that-sei-pat-poh-message.html"&gt;an incident which happened almost 4 years ago&lt;/a&gt;. Nostalgic as it may be, it got us laughing and reminiscing the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then it dawned onto me: THAT's the purpose of a blog. Never at the point of writing would I expect it to be such a fond memory. So much has happened since then. Gained a lot, and lost a lot too. All of us are now at a point of a life changing decision: some deciding to embark on postgrad studies, others will join the deluge workforce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life is full of surprises, for the better of for the worse, but no matter what life brings, let's not forget the present, and the past, and cherish the moments we have cause not everything lasts, even things which we think would have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And heck, not to mention how lame this blog's name and URL is, but hey, it's the person I was almost 3 years ago. As bashful as I am regarding the name of this blog and some of the posts, those are supposed to be reminder of the person who we are in the past right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-7890627826347207974?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/7890627826347207974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=7890627826347207974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/7890627826347207974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/7890627826347207974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-record.html' title='For the record'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-1874221057804639981</id><published>2008-03-03T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:23:12.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At one point where you sit down looking around, and really wonder upon some issues....When you are all alone and the wind is blowing. You really wonder why are you here and isn't the current what you wanted all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's time to make our move, I'm shakin off the rust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've got my heart set on anywhere but here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm staring down myself, counting up the years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Steady hands, just take the wheel... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And every glance is killing me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Time to make one last appeal... for the life I lead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stop and stare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think I'm moving but I go nowhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah I know that everyone gets scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I've become what I can't be, oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stop and stare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you'd give anything to get what's fair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But fair ain't what you really need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, can u see what I see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They're tryin to come back, all my senses push &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Un-tie the weight bags, I never thought I could... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Steady feet, don't fail me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gonna run till you can't walk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But something pulls my focus out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm standing down... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stop and stare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think I'm moving but I go nowhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah I know that everyone gets scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I've become what I can't be, oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stop and stare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You start to wonder why you're here not there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you'd give anything to get what's fair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But fair ain't what you really need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, you don't need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What u need, what u need... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stop and stare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think I'm moving but I go nowhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah I know that everyone gets scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I've become what I can't be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, do u see what I see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-1874221057804639981?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/1874221057804639981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=1874221057804639981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/1874221057804639981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/1874221057804639981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2008/03/at-one-point-where-you-sit-down-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-2938191189326193339</id><published>2008-02-26T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:18:51.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne in A Day</title><content type='html'>Now that I'm finally here there are things I enjoy pretty much, yet there are things which I miss pretty much also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience here is definitely gonna be rich. But there's one which I thought which would be pretty fun but had to give that up =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 2 long days for me so I'm gonna sum things up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicks here are various, from one end of the spectrum to the other. Plus sized is really common here, so hipposeed, this really is a place for you because it makes you look REALLY MUCH BETTER here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Despite being so large, Uni Melbourne is very accessible unlike UTP. The building's are pretty classical (not as classical as Oxbridge) and weather being pleasant, its really nice to just stroll around uni and even better sleep under a tree.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R8QAjzGfrFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Jbqx0_M2sSQ/s1600-h/P2250150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R8QAjzGfrFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Jbqx0_M2sSQ/s320/P2250150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171258887141043282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                                                                                                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R8QAkzGfrHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GIgtZURxecs/s1600-h/P2250151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R8QAkzGfrHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GIgtZURxecs/s320/P2250151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171258904320912498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                       &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clock Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food is awesome. Really spoilt with choice here and the only limit will be how deep a hole your wallet can withstand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transportation is unlike Malaysia. One ticket can be used for bus trams and trains. And here without a car, you still have your legs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R8QAkjGfrGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CtCWYeRjTQU/s1600-h/P2110148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R8QAkjGfrGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CtCWYeRjTQU/s320/P2110148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171258900025945186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but this is one you can't find in Melbourne =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-2938191189326193339?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/2938191189326193339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=2938191189326193339' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/2938191189326193339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/2938191189326193339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2008/02/melbourne-in-day.html' title='Melbourne in A Day'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R8QAjzGfrFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Jbqx0_M2sSQ/s72-c/P2250150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-5478959396524991553</id><published>2008-01-29T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:07:16.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY MUST KNOW HOW TO SPEAK ENGLISH ?</title><content type='html'>One day, an Ang Moh from USA arrived at KLIA Airport.&lt;br /&gt;        After he checked out from the customs,&lt;br /&gt;        he felt he needed to go to the toilet, so he looked for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        When he found the toilet, there was a lady sitting at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;        When he was about to enter the toilet,&lt;br /&gt;        the lady stopped him and asked for forty cents in Cantonese ('sey kok').&lt;br /&gt;        The Mat Salleh wondered why in MALAYSIA&lt;br /&gt;        they have to 'see the cock' before entering the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;        So he said 'no' but the lady insisted.&lt;br /&gt;        Since he had no choice, he took out his cock and showed it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The lady said 'No! No! Duit, Duit!' (money in Malay),&lt;br /&gt;        but the Ang Moh misunderstood again and thought that she said ' Do it! Do it ! '&lt;br /&gt;        So he asked, 'Now? Here?'&lt;br /&gt;        The lady replied 'Yes,  yes!' because she doesn't quite understand English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The Ang Moh thought that she wanted to have sex with him,&lt;br /&gt;        so he stripped the lady and made love to her.&lt;br /&gt;        The lady started screaming and shouted, 'SAKIT!SAKIT!' (pain in Malay),&lt;br /&gt;        and the Ang Moh thought it was 'SUCK IT! SUCK IT!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He said 'OK! I will suck it for you' and took both breasts and suck them.&lt;br /&gt;        The lady again screamed 'Oh, TUHAN!' (Oh, MY GOD....in Malay).&lt;br /&gt;        The Ang Moh misunderstood again. 'Too HARD?&lt;br /&gt;        OK, sweetheart, I'll be gentler a bit,' the Ang Moh replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Suddenly, a security guard walked by, so the lady shouted for help,&lt;br /&gt;        'TOLONG! TOLONG, ENCIK!'&lt;br /&gt;        The Ang Moh replied, 'Not too long, just 6  inches only.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-5478959396524991553?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/5478959396524991553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=5478959396524991553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/5478959396524991553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/5478959396524991553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-must-know-how-to-speak-english.html' title='WHY MUST KNOW HOW TO SPEAK ENGLISH ?'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-5380442179653562762</id><published>2008-01-29T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T13:42:29.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grunts'/><title type='text'>Fly Kite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I called ESU Petronas, requesting that they will extend my scholarship to cover my cost upon embarking on this Study Abroad Program, whereby I'll be studying in the University of Melbourne for a semester. Though its a short one semester the total cost is exorbitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keeping a polite and hopeful tune, I called Mr Asridin our student advisor to UTP based scholars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me    : Sir, will Petronas be able to sponsor my course of study in Melbourne considering I'm the                     only one embarking on this program and my good track record.&lt;br /&gt;Asridin    : No I don't think so. But we working with UTP to send students over under the same                                       program later on in the year.&lt;br /&gt;Me    : So does this mean Petronas will only sponsor the coming batch and not mine this time. I'm                     surprised why ESU does not sponsor this batch which I'm going on, but the previous and                           the coming ones. Can't anything be done sir?&lt;br /&gt;Asridin    : No I'm afraid not. Too bad for you. Its just pure bad timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was very indignant when I heard that. Yeah its bad timing and though luck, but that doesn't mean I have to be told that apart from being spoken to in a tone as if I was a beggar. I wasn't really indignant or mad when I heard they will not be sponsoring, but in the later part of the conversation when that whole conversation took place I was blown off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a student you are my advisor. Where's your professionalism. At least decline me in a better manner. And once I said thank you, he slammed the phone. Well probably they think its not worth spending money on me because I'm not good enough for them, ain't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least thanks Mr Asridin for even taking time to talk to me.&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/18520376-5380442179653562762?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/5380442179653562762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=5380442179653562762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/5380442179653562762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/5380442179653562762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2008/01/fly-kite.html' title='Fly Kite'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-3635295038690797221</id><published>2008-01-28T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:01:32.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words I Wouldn&apos;t Say'/><title type='text'>When Life Gets Painted with Coulours</title><content type='html'>I always dreaded this place. This was the imaginary painting in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R5336rUm62I/AAAAAAAAAEI/zWtFyuWpZMM/s1600-h/Utp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R5336rUm62I/AAAAAAAAAEI/zWtFyuWpZMM/s320/Utp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160553335470091106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty much alone when I first got there, and never really enjoyed my stay there. Not until I met this jakoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R53377Um66I/AAAAAAAAAEo/oQqIwPvp2uI/s1600-h/PC160064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R53377Um66I/AAAAAAAAAEo/oQqIwPvp2uI/s320/PC160064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160553356944927650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to think he was a stuck up, but God knows how we were good friends at an instant, more known as the swimming duo. The following semester we are room mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came along my 3 pets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R5337LUm64I/AAAAAAAAAEY/6pjc2m02VJc/s1600-h/SP_A0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R5337LUm64I/AAAAAAAAAEY/6pjc2m02VJc/s320/SP_A0246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160553344060025730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet my cat@hipo@elephant@too many (animorph)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R53367Um63I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/I8wuOE4zUNM/s1600-h/SP_A0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R53367Um63I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/I8wuOE4zUNM/s320/SP_A0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160553339765058418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet donut@koala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R5337rUm65I/AAAAAAAAAEg/hrIRibqNxAY/s1600-h/DSC00434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R5337rUm65I/AAAAAAAAAEg/hrIRibqNxAY/s320/DSC00434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160553352649960338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet koala no 2(I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life was never the same again. This semester I'm not in Uni and I hate to admit it but I think I'm beginning to miss it now, and as my friend put it, its the people you meet there who colours your experience and life in the university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other coursemates and friends too are people who make my stay in uni different (don't really have much pics of you guys, but I'm sure you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一次见面看你不太顺眼&lt;br /&gt;谁知道后来关系那么密切&lt;br /&gt;我们一个像夏天一个像秋天&lt;br /&gt;却总能把冬天变成了春天&lt;br /&gt;你拖我离开一场爱的风雪&lt;br /&gt;我背你逃出一次梦的断裂&lt;br /&gt;遇见一个人然后生命全改变&lt;br /&gt;原来不是恋爱才有的情节&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果不是你我不会相信&lt;br /&gt;朋友比情人还死心塌地&lt;br /&gt;就算我忙恋爱&lt;br /&gt;把你冷冻结冰&lt;br /&gt;你也不会恨我&lt;br /&gt;只是骂我几句&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果不是你我不会确定&lt;br /&gt;朋友比情人更懂得倾听&lt;br /&gt;我的弦外之音&lt;br /&gt;我的有口无心&lt;br /&gt;我离不开darling更离不开你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你了解我所有得意的东西&lt;br /&gt;才常泼我冷水怕我忘形&lt;br /&gt;你知道我所有丢脸的事情&lt;br /&gt;却为我的美好形象保密&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Time passes but not our relationship. The good times that we had together are priceless, only to remain in my memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-3635295038690797221?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/3635295038690797221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=3635295038690797221' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/3635295038690797221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/3635295038690797221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-life-gets-painted-with-coulours.html' title='When Life Gets Painted with Coulours'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R5336rUm62I/AAAAAAAAAEI/zWtFyuWpZMM/s72-c/Utp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-890350647491782688</id><published>2008-01-27T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T14:12:54.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments'/><title type='text'>Signs of The Lunar New Year</title><content type='html'>1. The saying 年年有余 is prevalent in your home. Seems like we really have 'yu' this year. This poor fish has been swimming upside down for 3 months in my mom's pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R5wfe7Um61I/AAAAAAAAAEA/4VhN4MCc-eQ/s1600-h/P1100095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R5wfe7Um61I/AAAAAAAAAEA/4VhN4MCc-eQ/s320/P1100095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160033889240410962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You have a stash of cookies, or more specifically for the Lunar New Year pineapple tarts stock       piled in a corner of your house and cannot be eaten until the 1st day of the Lunar New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R5waF7Um6zI/AAAAAAAAADw/4yJg59yU4pg/s1600-h/P1270118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R5waF7Um6zI/AAAAAAAAADw/4yJg59yU4pg/s320/P1270118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160027962185542450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Training session begins to ensure that all skills are acquired and brush up before the big day hits: 'pong ah', 'kong ah', 'zi moh sek wu!' sau lui sau lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R5waGbUm60I/AAAAAAAAAD4/oOSOvjVJqkA/s1600-h/P1050066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R5waGbUm60I/AAAAAAAAAD4/oOSOvjVJqkA/s320/P1050066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160027970775477058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When your parents squabble over which decoration fits the house best to ensure the New Year       atmosphere is felt, despite celebrating the biggest of the days in our hometown. A random&lt;br /&gt;statement, I think mom has better taste. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-890350647491782688?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/890350647491782688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=890350647491782688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/890350647491782688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/890350647491782688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2008/01/signs-of-lunar-new-year.html' title='Signs of The Lunar New Year'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R5wfe7Um61I/AAAAAAAAAEA/4VhN4MCc-eQ/s72-c/P1100095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-8432976660735321122</id><published>2008-01-25T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:42:17.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;"The greatest encouragement comes from the person you love and cherish most, yet the greatest disappointment comes from the people you love and cherish most."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Individuals go further when the person they hold dear to them are behind them. When you fall they pick you up helping you through hard times, and from that you grow to be a stronger person. When a person needs support, they seek it from these people too.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yet, imagine when you need solace, support, encouragement and it just don't come. When this happens, it is not anger you feel, but great disappointment. At that point you just feel your life come crushing down on you with no one to pick you up helping you through. That's the worst which could be experienced by someone. Its even worst when your loved ones and the one you cherish gives you encouragement and support, but to only retract it half way. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Society nowadays are getting more stoical. No one knows the hardship one faces. So don't take things for granted. Always be a person others can lean on. Be the one who will always pick you dear ones up when they fall and give them all the support they need. This world needs more earthly encouragement and support besides a heavenly one. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-8432976660735321122?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/8432976660735321122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=8432976660735321122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/8432976660735321122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/8432976660735321122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2008/01/greatest-encouragement-comes-from.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-519809714835576026</id><published>2008-01-08T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:22:47.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments'/><title type='text'>UTPIA &amp; Kajang 大姐 'Big Leap' Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;UTPIA : UTP International Airport. She's called an airport not for the reason you are thinking of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;21st Birthday is a big deal. Its a step into adulthood and in the Chinese tradition, a 'key' is supposed to be given to the birthday boy/girl, or now man/lady to symbolize that the person is officially released from the care of their parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Shiou Ting's on 2nd and Jia Min's  today.  In Economics term, cost efficiency is of great importance....ok cut the crap short. We decided on doing a combined celebration to make it merrier with 2 persons birthday to celebrate, and it was at 1u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The theme of our celebration : 'A step into adulthood, with a step into childhood'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4OK_uckmkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JMF8A-z6AzY/s1600-h/P1080069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4OK_uckmkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JMF8A-z6AzY/s320/P1080069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153115226046241346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Our Stars of the day. Note that both of them have new hair styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gnitia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aiting&lt;/a&gt; and I schemed our surprise for them, and it all began with our meal at the  &lt;a href="http://www.paddingtonpancakes.com/"&gt;Paddington  Pancake House&lt;/a&gt;. These are the 4 types , out of the galore of pancakes which we were spoilt with choices we chose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4OQ1eckmlI/AAAAAAAAADA/E8P_LD_cOWw/s1600-h/P1080070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4OQ1eckmlI/AAAAAAAAADA/E8P_LD_cOWw/s320/P1080070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153121647022348882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Item #209:Tokyo, Kajang 大姐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4OQ1uckmmI/AAAAAAAAADI/6sknyjbiH4Q/s1600-h/P1080071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4OQ1uckmmI/AAAAAAAAADI/6sknyjbiH4Q/s320/P1080071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153121651317316194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Item #208:London, Aiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4OQ1-ckmnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OMRPTcZcwgc/s1600-h/P1080072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4OQ1-ckmnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OMRPTcZcwgc/s320/P1080072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153121655612283506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Item #703:Treasure Box, mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4OQ2OckmoI/AAAAAAAAADY/Qjp0FF57RqM/s1600-h/P1080073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4OQ2OckmoI/AAAAAAAAADY/Qjp0FF57RqM/s320/P1080073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153121659907250818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Item #809:Apple Friter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;WARNING : DO NOT underestimate these pancakes. I thought they were  more of dessert than a main meal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think mine was good, as I love the galore of fruits in the bowl, but heck, this is the first time I got my face stuffed just by eating fruits. When it comes to pancakes I still prefer it with fruits rather than meat or cheese, but the rest of the pancakes seemed equally tempting. The price is rather reasonable. Its a good alternative to the normal usual and mediocre western food you get for the same price. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Surprise #1 : The Pacifier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remember our theme of the day? Tada......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4OUYeckmpI/AAAAAAAAADg/VDuKLXvi3tI/s1600-h/P1080077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4OUYeckmpI/AAAAAAAAADg/VDuKLXvi3tI/s320/P1080077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153125546852653714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As you step into adulthood, remember your childhood too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Surprise #2: Sing your lungs out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is nothing new actually, but understand that despite being 21, the 2 of them are still karaoke virgins. Yup, and they are officially not virgins anymore, as in karaoke. I'm not sure about THE OTHER one though...I'm so gonna be in trouble soon....OK back on track, in the first place that Neway karaoke is so blardy hard to locate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the 1st time i felt 1u's layout suck, but actually knowing which lift to take will bring you right away to the place though. Silly us walking all around the same place trying to locate this place, like finding Platform 9 3/4. It left UTPIA and Kajang 大姐 wandering all around aimlessly with me and aiting. You see, we decided to spare them the details, only for them to discover once we arrive. However, the impact it brought wasn't as good as what we expected no thanks to the though time locating the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Upon arrival, they were apprehensive, one saying she won't sing another was a little I think in awe, or I think being the usual blur self she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4OZruckmqI/AAAAAAAAADo/b-81Qk9GKOg/s1600-h/P1080079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4OZruckmqI/AAAAAAAAADo/b-81Qk9GKOg/s320/P1080079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153131375123274402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Our Sugababes for the day. Oh yeah, notice aiting's braces. Aren't they glittering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remember all the apprehension initially. When you get the mic in you hands, you loose yourself. Turns out our Sugababes are indeed Sugababes after all. They can sing...not bad for a virgin, except aiting cause she isn't one anymore. Time flies when you don't realise. In a while we sang for a total of 4 hours, and we are still having out voice all good. It was a little disappointing though because there wasn't OneReplublic, Colbie Caillat and Natasha Bedingfield's Love Like This =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But overall, it was a great time, though I apologize if I hoarded the mic today. Lol. You know you usually get high from singing.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Again, happy, blessed birthday to both Jia Min and Shiou Ting. Hope you both had a great time. Thanks aiting for spicing things up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;21 already....Jia Min need to be more lady like. Don't so laser already. Shiou Ting never mind la. Like hang fok si lai already. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally before we leave...a little something to prove what I mentioned earlier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-990780a7dfc0dd8f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D990780a7dfc0dd8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330274416%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D365A07D9F5B9933465CAC9E7BB87842A7038FADE.157493198F70FA939E05A322C5DB2F1C5808F46F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D990780a7dfc0dd8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKpqn_R3qjjlvy_9Nt_jggjLACgk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D990780a7dfc0dd8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330274416%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D365A07D9F5B9933465CAC9E7BB87842A7038FADE.157493198F70FA939E05A322C5DB2F1C5808F46F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D990780a7dfc0dd8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKpqn_R3qjjlvy_9Nt_jggjLACgk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-519809714835576026?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=990780a7dfc0dd8f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/519809714835576026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=519809714835576026' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/519809714835576026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/519809714835576026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2008/01/utpia-kajang-big-leap-celebration.html' title='UTPIA &amp; Kajang 大姐 &apos;Big Leap&apos; Celebration'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4OK_uckmkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JMF8A-z6AzY/s72-c/P1080069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-6989768653072848605</id><published>2008-01-06T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T14:33:57.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me and my friends went for a drink on New Years Eve at the newly opened AEON aka Jusco near my place, to usher in the new year. I didn't realise the pictures of the fireworks taken were quite mesmerizing when viewed on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4BzvuckmfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ybdhxAbc78M/s1600-h/P1010027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4BzvuckmfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ybdhxAbc78M/s320/P1010027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152245237470763506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4BzwOckmgI/AAAAAAAAACY/_FheKzEaquQ/s1600-h/P1010030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4BzwOckmgI/AAAAAAAAACY/_FheKzEaquQ/s320/P1010030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152245246060698114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4BzweckmhI/AAAAAAAAACg/RNle_y6GzEc/s1600-h/P1010036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4BzweckmhI/AAAAAAAAACg/RNle_y6GzEc/s320/P1010036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152245250355665426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4BzwuckmiI/AAAAAAAAACo/f-T9lURhdWk/s1600-h/P1010041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4BzwuckmiI/AAAAAAAAACo/f-T9lURhdWk/s320/P1010041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152245254650632738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4Bzw-ckmjI/AAAAAAAAACw/COElHUsJSsk/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4Bzw-ckmjI/AAAAAAAAACw/COElHUsJSsk/s320/P1010032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152245258945600050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;These are the shots I managed, though I think it could better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just overstuffed my face with Bah Kut Teh now wating for the fatty pork to sink lower into my digestion system before my nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-6989768653072848605?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/6989768653072848605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=6989768653072848605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/6989768653072848605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/6989768653072848605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-and-my-friends-went-for-drink-on-new.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R4BzvuckmfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ybdhxAbc78M/s72-c/P1010027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-8971641125636140147</id><published>2008-01-02T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:52:51.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flavours'/><title type='text'>Tracks to Loop on</title><content type='html'>These two albums are really highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3uhLeckmdI/AAAAAAAAACA/HiHJJhFEZ_M/s1600-h/Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3uhLeckmdI/AAAAAAAAACA/HiHJJhFEZ_M/s320/Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150887817351829970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While &lt;a href="http://gnitia.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreaming-out-loud_15.html"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt; gets her playlist updates from &lt;a href="http://blog.ruffleseed.com/"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt;, I also got hooked onto this album thanks to him. I wasn't really a big fan of OneRepublic until I was in Kuching, listening to the acoustic version of Apologize without the fatty in it. I fell in love. Not to mention Stop &amp;amp; Stare which made me fall deeper. Back home my bro plays it so frequent on the guitar too. No wonder it sounded so familiar when I first heard the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, they need no fatty to popularize them. They are good all by themselves. Probably the reason I'm hooked onto it is cause it gives me this very Keane feeling when I listen to them, also being the fact that they manage to include instruments like cello into their music. Perfecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3uhLeckmeI/AAAAAAAAACI/zgwzFeWanZk/s1600-h/colbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3uhLeckmeI/AAAAAAAAACI/zgwzFeWanZk/s320/colbie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150887817351829986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has been a phenomenon, undeniably, and looks pretty like Jennifer Aniston too. But her songs are wonderful. Calm, peaceful and mesmerizing. It brings me to a meadow field or the beach instantly while listening to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbly? Not really like her. But thanks to that song, I did not say goodbye to 2007 without at least listening once to it. My take will be the track Feelings Show shall be the next hit on radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Like This by Natasha Beddigfield is also a great track. Another song I said bye bye to 2007 with. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-8971641125636140147?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/8971641125636140147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=8971641125636140147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/8971641125636140147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/8971641125636140147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2008/01/tracks-to-loop-on.html' title='Tracks to Loop on'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3uhLeckmdI/AAAAAAAAACA/HiHJJhFEZ_M/s72-c/Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-7649035975223210837</id><published>2008-01-01T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:59:49.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something to laugh the new year off  **Prerequisite: Command of the Mandarin language**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Long before our time in the Eastern Province of China,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A guy went to cave to search for treasure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the cave was dark, damp and slippery,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He fell down, and discovered a book entitled 武功秘笈&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He opened the book and written on the first page is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"欲练此功，必须自宫“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;translation : the reader who wants to master this kung fu has to make himself a eunuc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hence this guy thought ,since he didn't achieve anything in life, why not learn the ultimate kungfu and serve the society justice, since China back then was ruled by tyrants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So this guy 自宫,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After 3 months of pain, the wound healed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then continuing to the second page,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2nd page wrote another 8 words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“如果自宫，未必成功”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Translation  : Success will not necessarily be attained despite being an eunuch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So this guy ponders again even there is no guarunttee, there still is possibility he might succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Moving to the 3rd step, he turns to 3rd page,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Same as previous, 8 words were written on the it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"如不自宫，也能成功“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Translation : Success can still be attained even if you are not an eunuch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Upon reading this last 8 words, well I would say the last 8 in his life, he suffered a heart attact and snuffed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;End of story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;SFX:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Claps Claps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit : &lt;a href="http://veryblurjiamin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jia Min&lt;/a&gt;. She said this joke was told by her tour guide during her last trip to China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, as far as the story goes, there's a dish/food which closely resembles this story. Can you guess what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its something really ordinary that you can get anywhere in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&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/18520376-7649035975223210837?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/7649035975223210837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=7649035975223210837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/7649035975223210837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/7649035975223210837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2008/01/something-to-laugh-new-year-off.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-1940973035772901065</id><published>2007-12-26T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:55:08.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Untold Tales'/><title type='text'>An Everlasting Souvenir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The only souvenir I came back from Kuching with was a kg of pepper, but there's a souvenir I brought back which shall stay with me forever unless I spend some thousands fixing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It all started when we were in Damai Puri Resort. Its a newly refurbished 5 star resort at Santubong. The resort was not 100% completed yet hence we manage to get a room there for half the usual rate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Half the rate, half the facilities and service too. The adult pool was still under construction and only the children's pool is completed. I wanted a swim badly, so I dragged Kenneth along. Nothing better than a nice dive into the pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The pool looks rather shallow. Is it ok for us to dive in? At the same time a lady was dipping in the pool and the water level reached her shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Step 2: Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The pool should be deep enough to dive &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;safely. &lt;/span&gt;1,2,3 there we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRASH! Kenneth surfaced with a bruise on his pelvic. I was second to him with my lips throbbing. He was cursing in pain. I thought I was better off with only a bruise on my lips. The earlier mentioned lady, stood up and turns out the water level was only until her belly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were like WHAT?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; After seeing us 2 jackass doing the stunt came over and ask Carina how are we. On a hand we were like fools but we had a good laugh, but the laugh came at a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3Jc_-ckmbI/AAAAAAAAABs/Jp8oloH0F_w/s1600-h/PC260002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3Jc_-ckmbI/AAAAAAAAABs/Jp8oloH0F_w/s320/PC260002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148279578202249650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back in the room I had a souvenir waiting for me. Looking into the mirror, there it was for me to receive it: A crack on my front tooth. Lost a small portion of it from the earlier stunt performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first trip, with good memories and an everlasting one to always remind me of it whenever I look into the mirror. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-1940973035772901065?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/1940973035772901065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=1940973035772901065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/1940973035772901065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/1940973035772901065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2007/12/everlasting-souvenir.html' title='An Everlasting Souvenir'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3Jc_-ckmbI/AAAAAAAAABs/Jp8oloH0F_w/s72-c/PC260002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-3440423810801914675</id><published>2007-12-25T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:08:42.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excurssion'/><title type='text'>Conquering The Land of 60cents aka Sarawak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We (me and Carina aka Pear) came and went. Arrived on the 15th of December and left on 21st December.  Appreciation to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://blog.ruffleseed.com/"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  and his family for being a wonderful host, most remarkably for his great infestation with what I call it the f*** and c***i syndrome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Day 1: Kayak along Sarawak River through the rainforest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3EbuOckmSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0A7S12oQ3t8/s1600-h/PC160039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3EbuOckmSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0A7S12oQ3t8/s320/PC160039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147926330027055394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left to right:  Our tour guide, Jane  who filled up the odd place, me, Pear and Kenneth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A good 4 to 5 hours of kayak down the river. Lots of sight seeing done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3Ed--ckmTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6AHCqXGrVX8/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3Ed--ckmTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6AHCqXGrVX8/s200/DSC00762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147928816813119794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way we had to stop to trek through a path to reach this waterfall. The sight was magnificent though we missed the chance to see the bigger one since it hasn't been raining. The water is chilly and it almost froze our jewels off that it can fall of anytime. Yet the water was crystal clear and it tasted great (even cleaner than our home water even after filtration).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, all of us ended up with a nice through tan, which became sunburn later on. Now my skin is all peeling off that it looks like I'm plagued with some kinda skin disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun sets pretty early over there, at least an hour earlier than the West and I think because of that time seem to really pass slowly there. Everything's so laid back and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went round the city at night and this will be a familiar sight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3EgUOckmUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F-vQPSUIeG4/s1600-h/DSC00853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3EgUOckmUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F-vQPSUIeG4/s200/DSC00853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147931380908595522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the 16m tall Christmas tree erected at Travillion and its in the Star today.  Not forgetting the gelato we had that night too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3EhruckmVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lwnKl--iHSA/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3EhruckmVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lwnKl--iHSA/s200/DSC00838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147932884147149138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's and interesting one I sighted at the Gelato bar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3Ei0uckmWI/AAAAAAAAABE/i7d7LjMyopg/s1600-h/PC160135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3Ei0uckmWI/AAAAAAAAABE/i7d7LjMyopg/s200/PC160135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147934138277599586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Day 2 &amp;amp; 3: Santubong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3EmxuckmYI/AAAAAAAAABU/o-u7pjvcRYs/s1600-h/DSC00893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3EmxuckmYI/AAAAAAAAABU/o-u7pjvcRYs/s200/DSC00893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147938484784503170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultural village was a not to be missed. Initially I didn't expect much out of the visit there, but on the contrary. It IS really a not to be missed. The cultural show was astounding. Displays of various indigenous people's culture and visits to their houses educated me better than all the history I learnt in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was hiking mount Santubong. Due to our wrong estimation, we were forced to abandon our trekking up the peak cause the sun was setting while we were only half way up. Yet, we conquered Bukit Putri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3Ens-ckmZI/AAAAAAAAABc/rDgjCYKo72Q/s1600-h/DSC00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3Ens-ckmZI/AAAAAAAAABc/rDgjCYKo72Q/s200/DSC00901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147939502691752338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matang waterfalls was our last stop before heading back to Kuching. BBQ was on the menu. But we didn't manage to get the fire to start and the park was closing in another 30minutes so to hell the BBQ we just stripped and into the friggin cold waterfall we went. At the waterfall I will not forget the whackiest thing me and Kenneth did which I will bring to my grave XD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Day 4 &amp;amp; 5 : The Ultimate Showdown in Bako National Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.ruffleseed.com/?p=141"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/a&gt; put it in the best way which I would relate our experience there too. Yet the biggest achievement was by Carina aka Pear for making it through the whole trail despite her torn leg muscle *bows*. We were desperate. SOS was our option but there was no telco service and neither me nor Kenneth can carry Carina if she's immobilized. She's persistent and a strong lady. God was carrying us along. We finally made it through. Out of the forest we can't be anymore happier than going back to the forest of steel but reflecting on the feat we completed heck it was a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3EqSOckmaI/AAAAAAAAABk/dBtPljhWAD4/s1600-h/DSC00966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3EqSOckmaI/AAAAAAAAABk/dBtPljhWAD4/s200/DSC00966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147942341665135010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here's the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;supply of our water throughout our stay in the forest. Don't be fooled though. The water is much more cleaner than the one we get at home and its safe to drink unboiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great trip, 4 more days to Christmas upon return. Photos to look back and laugh at, missing the times we had, I do need another trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-3440423810801914675?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/3440423810801914675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=3440423810801914675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/3440423810801914675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/3440423810801914675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2007/12/conquering-land-of-60cents-aka-sarawak.html' title='Conquering The Land of 60cents aka Sarawak'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R3EbuOckmSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0A7S12oQ3t8/s72-c/PC160039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-3424640421053625708</id><published>2007-12-24T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T18:04:17.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again its up to the elves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R2-ED-ckmRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gn5U3PYPcoM/s1600-h/DSC00853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R2-ED-ckmRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gn5U3PYPcoM/s320/DSC00853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147478102945077522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the time of the year again when Christmas is here! A very merry merry Christmas to all my friends out there. God bless you in the coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, its up to the elves and santa to distribute the presents again (the phrase is uttered by the Slayer, a hero from DOTA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess being Chinese is a good thing. See the thing is we just celebrated the Winter Solstice where we ate tang yuen and now Christmas. Ho ho ho. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-3424640421053625708?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/3424640421053625708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=3424640421053625708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/3424640421053625708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/3424640421053625708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2007/12/once-again-its-up-to-elves.html' title='Once again its up to the elves'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R2-ED-ckmRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gn5U3PYPcoM/s72-c/DSC00853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-1427868740764386199</id><published>2007-12-23T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T21:40:55.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Execute Code 9 : All Systems Online</title><content type='html'>Ok. Its been ages since this blog was active. But for a apetizer, here's something to ponder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R25g7eckmPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cw14XKyUO18/s1600-h/PC030015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147157999032506610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R25g7eckmPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cw14XKyUO18/s320/PC030015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R25g7eckmPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cw14XKyUO18/s1600-h/PC030015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said this kiddo here on the left,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R25g7eckmPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cw14XKyUO18/s1600-h/PC030015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R25g7-ckmQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LKTl6A6Gsrs/s1600-h/PC190216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147158007622441218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R25g7-ckmQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LKTl6A6Gsrs/s320/PC190216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the product of this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you people think. I know fore sure &lt;a href="http://gnitia.blogspot.com/"&gt;this person &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://blog.ruffleseed.com/"&gt;this person &lt;/a&gt;has some opinion at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up : Kuching Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Christmas mood. Hark now hear the angels sing~ lalalala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-1427868740764386199?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/1427868740764386199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=1427868740764386199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/1427868740764386199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/1427868740764386199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2007/12/execute-code-9-all-systems-online.html' title='Execute Code 9 : All Systems Online'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GF4KZY7v6cs/R25g7eckmPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cw14XKyUO18/s72-c/PC030015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-2239770738714138521</id><published>2006-11-14T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:41:51.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grunts'/><title type='text'>Exam Excursion</title><content type='html'>Current exams remaining :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6456/2260/1600/Exam%20Timetable%20%2815th%20Nov%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 287px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6456/2260/320/Exam%20Timetable%20%2815th%20Nov%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One down, 4 more major ones to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Ipoh for dim sum this morning at 6.30, finally after oversleeping last Sunday (was suppose to go down last Sunday but I, the driver overslept XD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know more details of our excursion, there's always the &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/%7Ekhian"&gt;Birdy's blog&lt;/a&gt;(post 678) to read =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent a whooping 12$ per person for breakfast. Then it's still food. We headed to this shop in old  town, famous for its egg tarts and 'shak ke ma'. Since the last time I went, the price of egg tarts have been raised till 1.10$ per  tart. That's super expensive compared to previously 0.80$. Still, can't complain cause it taste good and is big, but I still need 2 to make me full, while the girls needed only 1, or for Perempuan BKT, only 1/2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretted not buying more...Only 2 more left now...but heck, it's expensive. Tomorrow's SP...But I'm thinking of sleep, Desperate Hoesewives, Heroes and food....I'm so screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-2239770738714138521?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/2239770738714138521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=2239770738714138521' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/2239770738714138521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/2239770738714138521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/11/exam-excursion.html' title='Exam Excursion'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-1001000303346841860</id><published>2006-11-11T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:49:12.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Spent My Study Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A week ago study week started, and now a week later it's 2 days to finals. Big deal? What do you think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's besides the point. I was talking to Carina on a Thrusday night. She got the latest episode of Desperate Housewives and I was bugging her for it. She asked what's wrong with me? I said it's called the PreDH syndrome, which is of the following symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;1. You can't stop bugging the person wathcing the episode you want to watch now.&lt;br /&gt;2. You utter pure rubbish which you don't do on normal days.&lt;br /&gt;3. You don't even bother about studying despite finals being days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all that bugging, we came up with new names for each other:&lt;br /&gt;-Carina is now known as Perempuan Berkotek&lt;br /&gt;-She calls me Lelaki Ber-nen-nen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's disgusting, but I had heck of a laughter when I wrote and read those. In fact I'm still laughing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, we went down to Ipoh and I told the people who went down together (Punchee,Perpemuan Berkotek-You should know who this is by now, AngKhian and Crescentia-a new addition to our group since the old one is now 'unavailable'). Cres was amazed at how much we 'thin people can eat'. Wahaha. That's true after starving in UTP for the past week. And further more, must boost up for exams so must eat more and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punchee needed a new phone but she didn't know what to buy. I personally love Motorolla V3x and I literally talked her into buying it, exceeding her budget by RM 200. The others saiy it's more like me buying the phone than Punchee buying a new phone XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in room now stuck in front of the table with the laptop on...temptation. I tend to fidget with my laptop although there's nothing to do with it. I'm beginning to get tired and sick of studying easily nowadays. So here I am ended up blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still good, while there are people who update their blog so frequently, and there are some with so much emotions that you say 'this person must be having his/her period'. Oh btw, the guys here are special, cause they all have period. Me? My animal kingdom friends  don't  classify me as either. They say I'm an in-between. But still, like I give a damn about it cause physically I know what 'assets' I have and what I'm capable of when you put me in a room with another girl. Oopss...did I say too much?...Must protect image....must protect image....you didn't read what i just wrote just now....you've forgotten everything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-1001000303346841860?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/1001000303346841860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=1001000303346841860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/1001000303346841860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/1001000303346841860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-i-spent-my-study-week.html' title='How I Spent My Study Week'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-8413660541852835177</id><published>2006-11-07T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T12:00:04.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hosting Attempt</title><content type='html'>I'm currently trying out this hosting service. Do provide feedback if it works. TQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently hosting :  Rascal Flatts, What Hurts The Most mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.mediamax.com/yangtze/Hosted/What%20Hurts%20the%20Most.mp3"&gt;http://www.mediamax.com/yangtze/Hosted/What%20Hurts%20the%20Most.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediamax.com/your_username"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-8413660541852835177?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/8413660541852835177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=8413660541852835177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/8413660541852835177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/8413660541852835177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/11/hosting-attempt.html' title='Hosting Attempt'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-4740263555948455512</id><published>2006-10-27T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:44:05.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words I Wouldn&apos;t Say'/><title type='text'>My Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dedication to those who I met in life and has brought joy, wonder and coulours to my life, this goes to all of you (I hope you people know who you are, no need for me to mention ~lah =p)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And each road leads you where you want to go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And if one door opens to another door closed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But more than anything, more than anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All the ones who love you, in the place you left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And you help somebody every chance you get,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And you always give more than you take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-4740263555948455512?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/4740263555948455512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=4740263555948455512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/4740263555948455512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/4740263555948455512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-wish.html' title='My Wish'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-1641739154008187419</id><published>2006-10-27T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:11:29.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grunts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got back to campus yesterday. Started on Moral today...man...i can't take anymore of the world law and treaties...UN...can't lawyers and politicians write in simpler language? It's all going in a round...no wonder all these treaties are bleached and not maintained. Cause all those language creates a loophole while some just can't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop listening to Rascal Flatts songs from their latest album, 2006 Me And My Gang. The songs are good, with good music and lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to &lt;a href="http://www.howjian.com/"&gt;How Jian &lt;/a&gt; for some time. Beginning to miss times in college. It was short, but it was fun with a whole bunch of whacko friends. According to him our group consist of one annoying and master of foul language, one who is funny, and one who is pure annoying and easy to pick on. Since you din't mention about youtself, you are the mensa kid who just love to annoy people and too good to be true =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campus is really quiet without the ones in celebration around and it has been raning frequently. At least I can leave my door open wide to enjoy the cold breeze without worrying of those people looking as they pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish the semester ends faster. I want a holiday...badly...and I need a job for the coming holidays. Anyone out there who's offering employment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-1641739154008187419?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/1641739154008187419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=1641739154008187419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/1641739154008187419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/1641739154008187419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/10/got-back-to-campus-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-5664577821626680015</id><published>2006-10-20T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T23:27:10.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions and Blogs</title><content type='html'>Blog is a space to voice out, but when people gets insensitive it sucks. I realize blogs are very self-centered. It's always about the author being right and the whole world against him/her. No offence, but soetimes reading too much of blog entries which involves other people, though not explicitly mentioned in blog tends to irk me nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there are those who say life is unfair to them blaming everything on all other thing but never themself, some just wanna show-off in their blog, citing and stating all the gadgets, and what not luxuries they had before. Again, I don't say it's wrong, if you want to, do it smartly and not so obvious. I do read about others writing about every single luxuries they have/own but I just don't feel as if they are bragging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think blogging just lost it's meaning and uniqueness. Perhaps that's the reason I'm not blogging much anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-5664577821626680015?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/5664577821626680015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=5664577821626680015' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/5664577821626680015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/5664577821626680015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/10/opinions-and-blogs.html' title='Opinions and Blogs'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-8401348202131225128</id><published>2006-10-20T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T23:28:52.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Wine and Conciousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had a dinner with some family friends earlier on and this friend of my dad brought a bottle of wine. I was offered a glass after meal and happily accepted it. Mom and dad has nothing to say since I'm 18+. Oh...I've been wanting to drink one for a long time since my last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's is a Shiraz....can't find the year though...but it was strong. That glass of mine sent me dizzy and sleepy....Face turned red. But I liked it :). Wine is still my choice of alcohol. Tried beer, brandy+coke, cocktails, but I still like wine. Cocktails taste ok too, but I haven't tried enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm no drinker cause I can't drink. A lil will send me off my feet. And it's what I need now. I had bad sleeps back in UTP frequently, and this doze would help me fall into a deep deep slumber which I long craved for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, it's good night.....zzz.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-8401348202131225128?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/8401348202131225128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=8401348202131225128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/8401348202131225128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/8401348202131225128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/10/of-wine-and-conciousness.html' title='Of Wine and Conciousness'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-116028072816263843</id><published>2006-10-08T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T12:12:13.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah...People around keeps asking me to update my blog...but first, &lt;a href="http://www.howjian.com/"&gt;How Jian&lt;/a&gt;, your website needs MUCH update compared to mine:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I go online nowadays, it's always to serach for manga. Recently I was all hype when I managed to get Zettai Kareshi manga. Ok, otakus, it's a shojo I know. But too much shonen spoils your senses, so a switch sometime is good for the soul. At least shojos help you get in touch with your softer side XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mangaka Yuu Watase is great at art and story line, but another thing is great at having sad endings.  Her mangas were never boy and girl lives happily ever after because the guy always die in the end. Still, I like making sad endings especially for my drama scripts. So people, you know why now my scripts always have sad endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooncake festival was Friday, Oct 6. Despite having friends around that night, it's dfferent. I wasn't in the mood at all. Barely even talked...No mood for pictures...Well, maybe it's because your dearest people are 'far' from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/SP_A0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/320/SP_A0365.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   This lantern seems lonely...shinning alone in the dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/SP_A0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/320/SP_A0366.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Anyways, this is one my my friend, the bird,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                  but I call her the KKB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late the next morning when I was suppose to go back Ipoh by 9. Being late and having my phone on silent mode, I had tones of miss call. Turns out that the whole world was searching for me, because my grandparents called my parents, and my parents called my friends. But the good thing is, I finally realise that I have people around me who cares. Thanks for having you guys around :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished Heroes V....Now I'm on a manga/anime marathon..Any good suggestion people? I've watched Paradise Kiss too, and the story line's great, yet the ending's sad too. Looks like there's never happily ever after even in fantasy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-116028072816263843?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/116028072816263843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=116028072816263843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/116028072816263843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/116028072816263843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/10/updateupdate.html' title='Update...update...'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-115916339437444522</id><published>2006-09-25T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T01:24:40.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of The Closet</title><content type='html'>Ok &lt;a href="http://www.howjian.com"&gt;How Jian&lt;/a&gt;, I didn't expect you would drop by,but anyways, thanks for doing so, and you get your WEBSITE done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see....how long has it been since I last updated? Say 3 months ago, the min. I was caught with Heroes of Might and Magic V and I finally finished it 2 days ago. Before I was hooked onto this game, I was busy finishing Eragon and Eldest, the sequel. Talking about getting books. I was freaking pissed when I found out that they published another version of the book Eldest at half the price I bought mine...chesh~ and it's the end of month money's running low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd half of the semester where everything's going to it's peak. The premier Star Search Audition of my campus just kicked off last Fri and Sat. I was kinda expecting it to be like Malaysian Idol with some psychopaths who knows no shame to come perform. I really enjoy their performances more than those who perform to get through, but to my disappointment, not many 'interesting' contestants turned up, apart from some gay cc guys who has their boyfriend wait for them backstage and went "ah!!!!he's so cool!!!" and statred jumping around when his other half came out. Well, that's something unusual, but hey, this is what I wanna laugh at :)&lt;br /&gt;But there were also good contestents who took part, and my favourite got through to the finals(it's a secret who this person is, or else I'll be dead if someone finds out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna recruit some emcees tonight for Star Search finals, in total 2 guys and 2 girls. Hope response would be good. I hope to get our version of Jien and Cheryl (fingers crossed). That's all for now....just another random entry....don't really have much to blog about....life goes on...yawn...Strutured Programming Lab later....Gotta run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-115916339437444522?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/115916339437444522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=115916339437444522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/115916339437444522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/115916339437444522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/09/out-of-closet.html' title='Out of The Closet'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-115444526039139548</id><published>2006-08-01T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T12:30:13.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Semester....Comes New Worries and Hassles</title><content type='html'>The new semester has begun...and I'm forced to come back when my friends just got back from UK, or some are flying off...Things are just the same around....but this time, I had a heck of time arranging my timetable, all thanks to the Academic Central Services. Due to certain class clashes, we had to make some arrangements and talked to lecturers to accomodate us for their lecture hour, which was initially approved, only until recebtly that they gave a new directive saying no students are allowed to change their lecture slots, which means an EE student could not switch to the Mechanical's lecture for this particular subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, me and my friends has to run around campus, talking with lecturers of other subjects, ammending time and bla bla bla....all the trouble we had to go through. This is what I hate most of this Pigs-run campus. I swore that I would spray graffitti on ACS office and drench it with kerosene. And the best of all, after all that's done, nothing's confirmed yet, worse, all our effort could go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that was bad enough, dealing with the security department was also equally bad. I had to renew my car sticker and most of the time, I'll be having class when the department is 'operating'. You see, having long lunch breaks is bad enough, which makes it difficult to get anything done. I even had to excuse myself midway of a class, just to get my records checked and obtain the renewal form. When my class was over at 4 and I went to hand the form in, they refused to take it, saying they are closed. Can't they just take it since I'm not even asking them to process it on the spot. On top of that, the lady should not raise her voice saying that they are closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were lucky my anger was still under the critical level, for if my limit is reached, it will not be a pleasant one. Sometimes I just wonder, will things ever be different here in UTP? Will it be like this forever, and my parents even plan to admit my brother here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh GOD, may your mercy be upon this place, for the people here needs a great deliverance. I sincerely bow down at your knees, that may our pleas and cries be heard, Amen,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-115444526039139548?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/115444526039139548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=115444526039139548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/115444526039139548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/115444526039139548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-semestercomes-new-worries-and.html' title='New Semester....Comes New Worries and Hassles'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-115271319495752879</id><published>2006-07-12T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:12:42.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay To Get Irritated?</title><content type='html'>In response to my friends plight, I really don't understand what's UTP doing. They are paying to study and mind you,it's their parents' hard earned money. But yet to their despair they found that their results were barred, on the basis that they did not pay thier fees, while they have already settled all their tuition fees, some even in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to one friend's horror she still could not get anything settled despite going to campus to deal with the departments herself. The lazy m**** pig at the counter just refuse to service my friend, apparently saying that it's near 5 and that they've shut the system down. If I was in my friend's shoes at that point, I'll make sure that I fire that bitch till tears of disgrace and humilation streams down her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This atrocity can not  be tolarated any longer. UTP needs a huge change in management. Those lazy m**** pigs sholuld be fired, being replaced by more efficient ones, and also being eloquent in English. For goodness sake, who in this world would want to pay for something and end up in frustration? Even though I'm not the one experiencing this, I've heard enough, and the thought of me experiencing it myself just ticks me off. I swear I might even tear the whole uni down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parent's even had the thought of sending my brother to that atrocious place even if it means by their own expense. I cautioned them and said my brother deserves a better place and their money deserves better education instituition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad thing that a university bearing PETRONAS' name, yet do not live up to the company's standards. It's a total shame and humilation. I really think PETRONAS should have total authority over UTP, including it's management. I say let ESU manage the uni and better results can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time what is our student representative council doing? Rubbing the shoes of management? Our rights have never been upheld before, never. Having a student representative council is like not having none. To these pieces of shits, go back to the sewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really feeling pissed on how the uni deals with management.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-115271319495752879?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/115271319495752879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=115271319495752879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/115271319495752879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/115271319495752879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/07/pay-to-get-irritated.html' title='Pay To Get Irritated?'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-115267528021132450</id><published>2006-07-12T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:34:40.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coming back from my so called busy wroking life, I'm now back to my mundane,lazy lifestyle. Finished a month of work, had my pay check :) and now savouring the last moments of my remaining holidays. Mum requested to help out with painting. I innocently said there's no time left. Too bad I was working, or else I could have helped out XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching up with reading now, finishing my last two books of the Narnia Chronicles. For some reason not reallyin a mood to go out...or even catch up on computer games. Sometimes too much thoughts are in your mind that you are just carried away by it. I guess it's the pre-homesick syndrome. Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good and bad things happened this week (till today of course), the good being mission accomplished, while the bad....too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really see a oint of this post, but for the sake of not letting my blog rot, well, walla. Hope somehing better will happen this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Currently listening to : Fan Wei Qi, Yi Ge Xiang Xia Tian Yi Ge Xiang Qiu Tian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Currently feeling : fleeting moment of triumph&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-115267528021132450?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/115267528021132450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=115267528021132450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/115267528021132450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/115267528021132450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/07/coming-back-from-my-so-called-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-115158620426943837</id><published>2006-06-29T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:03:24.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve been watching this Cantonese drama aired in TV 2 every weekdays at 7,called the Dream of Colours. Mainly abt desisgning,but what I’m drawn to in this series is the relationship between a leading designer,Nick and his girlfriend,Elaine. After 10 yrs together, only that Elaine felt that there’s no more love In the relationship and she initiated breakup. It’s ironic considering that ppl ard them said they were the perfect couple. Nick by nature is a perfectionist in his designs and work. He lets Elaine make the decision and always tell her ‘as long as you like’ and ‘your decision is my decision’. When Elaine initiated break up with Nick, she said Nick was too focused on other things in life and that she wasn’t part of &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it anymore. She also asked Nick why can’t his love be like his attitude towards his designs. After breakup, Nick’s the one who’s unable to accept the fact, also because this break up came as a total surprise as Elaine totally dropped the bomb on him without any signs. Nick tried talking to her and said they can start all over again but Elaine said this breakup was for the better if them both and that only time can prove that she’s right about their relationship.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For some reason or another I felt as if I was in Nick’s shoes, feeling what he’s going through. It also got me thinking what if that did happen to me. I felt as if this will be something I would experience. But it really got me thinking a lot. I really can’t imagine what will come of me if I’m in Nick’s shoes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s : If you’re reading, don’t think too much ok. But I really felt for Nick as I watched. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-115158620426943837?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/115158620426943837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=115158620426943837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/115158620426943837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/115158620426943837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-been-watching-this-cantonese-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-115038152688302090</id><published>2006-06-15T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:25:26.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time I've not touched my blog.Partially due to laziness,business and also the lack of  interest.I found that blogs recently are mundane and boring...well no offence but it's just another day in life like what difference will it make without this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I thought blogging would be fun.But it seems it's just a  'viewable diary'. Sometimes i even wonder do anyone use proper language in their blog cause I would very much prefer so (what happened to blogging helps improve English?!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.I post my daily life activities too XD so I shouldn't be saying all those huh.Bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished warching DH and OC.OC was sad and I really enjoyed this season.It's filled with family and life values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also finally managed to get a taste of working life.Working in a small firm now as a data entry and general clerk.Nice people there and job's not bad.Quite simple yet not boring (ok...sometimes it get's a little but colleagues are friendly and nice).Believe it or not,I started playing Pokemon again and since it's a small windows programme (the emulator),so I have it running as a background while my accounting software is the foreground (Oops,the company better not see this YET).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished X Men III The Official Game too.But I really miss Final Fantasy type of games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5 or  more weeks of hols.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok if you don't get to do the course of your choice,as long as you do well in your current one now.Don't worry as you'll get over soon as I did =) I'm sure you will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-115038152688302090?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/115038152688302090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=115038152688302090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/115038152688302090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/115038152688302090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-been-long-time-ive-not-touched-my.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114907186322943203</id><published>2006-05-31T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T01:12:29.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Examination day 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, nothing much but just a swallow-the-text-book-and-vomit-out exam. It's called Introduction to Computers and Information Systems. More or less like a computer version of History. Not too tough...just vomittingo ut what I've memorized and that is if I was able to choke the whole book down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Examination day 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The night before was another round of attack from the Petronas bugs (some kind of green bugs). I went to bed at 12 but only slept at 1+.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chemistry. What I used to dread in my high school days seemed much more copable this time. Organic chem, physical chem...well, shot a few objective questions which were too tedious to work on and not worth the one mark so guns off! Freezing cold in the hall!!! Carina was saying that her a** will be whipped off by this exam, and I suggested to her to seduce the Chemistry lecturer, but she said he's attracted to guys only (pure assumption!!!!Truth not verifiable). Either ways....who would like a pigglet from Winnie The Pooh cartoon except for as an adorable pet! (no offence here ya, just a joke,oink! eeyor!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Refer to &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~khian"&gt;www.tabulas.com/~khian&lt;/a&gt; on post no 401&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok....the poking part...This is a pure confession and I must admit it...I really do like to POKE!!!! I'm obssessed with POKING, especially sensitive girls!!!! Poke'em up down left right and everywhere. Seeing their expression is the best part and it's always me POKING them but they just can't get to POKE me. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What am I talking about? Oh, it's POKING, as in send people a signal down their waist with my FINGERS. Haha. And mind you, I really do POKE a lot of girls, with PUNCHEE being my main target follwed by Carina aka pigglet, AngKhian aka birdy and Sharon aka Pooh Pau (wow, she's a loud one.Even before i managed to poke her, she's already screaming her lungs out!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The vodka and beer part...that was only mere mentioon from Birdy. I did not say anything about that! So mum, dad if you are reading this , it's not my suggestion, the Birdy suggested it and made it my idea! But still, alittle won't harm right? So Birdy, you supply the alcohols!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114907186322943203?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114907186322943203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114907186322943203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114907186322943203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114907186322943203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/05/poke.html' title='POKE'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114888221822957452</id><published>2006-05-29T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T13:56:58.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examination Week Day 1 : EMF 0024</title><content type='html'>Ok...don't pass judgements first, but I was really confedent of the coming exams. I thought Maths out of all sujects shouldn't be much of a problem considering i did Further Maths before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eve of exam I was playing this interactive game on Sony Ericsson.com, it's this Cracak the Code, in conjunction with the release of Da Vinci Code movie. I made an analysis that this year's exam will be something like the past years after I've completed several past years papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was doing the exam today, there were numerous questions I just cant seem to get the answer. DAMN!! I was pissed. At a point i even turned to the cover to check the paper, whether is this the right paper or not. Ok, you might say maybe i made a mistake, but i remember checking it countless times, and that's when I wasted my time on futile attempt, which left me little to spare for other questions. Some of the questions seem to easy to be true, yet a high portion of marks were allocated to it, and it's too deceiving. Some were long and tedious yet only small portion of marks were allocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shesh~. but i'm not the only one experiencing it. Some genius are still calm, and that's ehy they are called the 'Gods'. haha, yet, as usual the sampat group still managed to make time and room for laughter all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny thing was when Ang Khian said sperm could travel through air, and that I have a wireless, WiFi sperm tranmitter, and she cautioned the rest to stay far. Then she made fun of the hippo's breast as honk, with the left and right giving different tunes. OMG...we laughed ourselves out. And here i am blogging instead of studying...Don't worry, i'm going soon XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well again if I don't score well I know what I should do : DO NOT MIX AROUND SO MUCH WITH SAMPAT FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. no offence la, just a joke =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114888221822957452?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114888221822957452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114888221822957452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114888221822957452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114888221822957452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/05/examination-week-day-1-emf-0024.html' title='Examination Week Day 1 : EMF 0024'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114881275668689692</id><published>2006-05-28T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T18:39:16.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna DIE DIE DIE DIE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/MAU%204444.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/320/MAU%204444.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The focus is on  the car plate, it's MAU 4444. In cantonese, 4444 reads 'sei sei sei sei' while in BM MAU is want to. Putting them together, it means wanna DIE DIE DIE DIE. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence to the vehicle owner, but i find this amusing. Oh, also it can be translated into 'cat DIE DIE DIE DIE'. &lt;a href="http://catsdream.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt;Carina&lt;/a&gt;!!! Is this your car, or shall I say your theme car, but dun die le. haaha =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114881275668689692?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114881275668689692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114881275668689692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114881275668689692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114881275668689692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/05/wanna-die-die-die-die.html' title='Wanna DIE DIE DIE DIE?'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114881002871822150</id><published>2006-05-28T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T17:53:48.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trust, something once betrayed may never be gained again. You may have heard of this phrase form some TV series (OK, I did get it from Desperate Housewives), but once experienced, that will just dawn on you on how true it is. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come a time when someone betrays your trust but that person is oblivious about it, he/she thinks that the music’s still playing the way they want it to be, you just lose all your compassion and trust for that person. Mind you, I do care for the person who I hold dear to me, close and true friends, family members. Although sometimes I can sound reluctant in helping but I’ll do all in my ability to help. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, when a person who once failed my trust and friendship, things can never be the same although I try to make it so. He or she can some telling you about an ordeal he/she is going through, but for some reason, I just do not have the compassion like how I used to, to care for that person and see is there anything I could do to help. At times, I even muse in my heart, serve him/her right, you deserve all this. This sounds cruel, but that’s reality. I just can’t overcome the past on how I was treated like a fool, an easily manipulated fool who will be at your dispense anytime. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It may not seem to me that I was being used, but God is fair. He just opened up my eyes and I start to see the unseen. Other friends did warn me before, they’ve asked, don’t I feel manipulated and used? But I said no and as a friend, I’ll do all in my ability to help. I was naïve, and maybe the environment I grew up in was just different. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This entry isn’t meant for anyone, but it’s just something I feel like voicing out. After all this I can still be a friend, but it’s just not the same as before. Maybe I’m beginning to erect a shield to protect myself from anymore harm…….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yet, the world is like this. I’m just a kid (in relation to the exposure I have) but that doesn’t mean that I can be easily bullied, and I’m learning. Having the upper hand doesn’t people to manipulate others despite the way the world is now. But I always believe God is fair and he has his verdict. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114881002871822150?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114881002871822150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114881002871822150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114881002871822150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114881002871822150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/05/trust-something-once-betrayed-may.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114880901530140111</id><published>2006-05-28T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T17:36:55.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok…I’m sick of studying already and I was thinking of blogging.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do when you get bored of studying in the library :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;play      around with your camera phone snapping poses and portrait shots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:180pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Owner\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" title="Cross  Swords!"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:189.75pt;height:163.5pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Owner\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image003.jpg" title="SP_A0230"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/SP_A0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/320/SP_A0230.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;                                        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A regular one with AngK(L) &amp; PunChee(R)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/Cross%20%20Swords%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/320/Cross%20%20Swords%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok. Not exactly the most appealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pose, but I think its hilarious.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;draw      kiddie tattoos&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/Tatoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/320/Tatoo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;margin-left:135pt;margin-top:8.35pt;width:234pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Owner\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image005.jpg" title="Tatoo"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;span style="position: absolute; z-index: -1; margin-left: 180px; margin-top: 11px; width: 312px; height: 250px;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image006.jpg" shapes="_x0000_s1026" height="250" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is drawn on my hand by Pun Chee after she got tired of studying. I declined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                        but in the end succumbed to her persuasiveness and pity look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="3" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;EAT!!      And there’s nothing better to do to keep yourself either awake or      energized. Rules did say that no food are allowed in the library, so don’t      ask me how we managed to sneak in, even potato chips! That was still fine,      cause I actually saw some seniors eating lunch box in the library.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="3" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/Me%20eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/320/Me%20eating.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1028" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:207pt;height:206.25pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Owner\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image007.jpg" title="Me eating"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1029" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:207pt;height:201.75pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Owner\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image009.jpg" title="Junks"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;                   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://catsdream.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt;Carina&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/%7Ekhian"&gt;AngK&lt;/a&gt; took this. I was muching down on a pack of potato chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/Junks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/320/Junks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;            Look at that pack of rubbish, that's exactly how much junk we ate. And I always       &lt;br /&gt;                                      laugh at AngK and Carina for eating their own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘tits’=Nips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1.5pt; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Those are more or less all in a days life during study week. I’m back in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; in my grandparents place…with a nice and comfortable room. In the afternoon at this time near exams, this is how I take a break. If I screw this exam up then I’ll know why. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Store doing some minor groceries. Lazy to go to Jusco cause it’s too far away and The Store’s nearby. I was shopping halfway and I saw this poster. It caught my attention.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1027" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:234pt;height:175.5pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Owner\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image011.jpg" title="The '38' anniversary "&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/The%20%2738%27%20anniversary%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/320/The%20%2738%27%20anniversary%20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The word 38 was the main focus. In Cantonese, 38 is a symbol for sampat. So, to the sampat gang in UTP, you know this is for all of you, the Sampat Anniversary! Haha. No offence ok.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114880901530140111?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114880901530140111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114880901530140111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114880901530140111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114880901530140111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/05/okim-sick-of-studying-already-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114880765100676273</id><published>2006-05-28T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T17:14:11.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was reading this blog of my friend’s and had an emergency and ran to the toilet. But I was just pondering. People this days really are not what they seem from the outside. They can be as happy as you, laugh, fool around with you, yet they have so much inside that you would not expect. I have friends who are the sampatest I’ve ever met around, yet deep down they are actually hurt, lost of loved ones. And mind you, they do not even portray the least of sadness in their expression, yet after reading some of their blog, you find out how mush pain they are going through. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also have friends who seem to be the nicest person you’ve ever met, yet, when you actually get to know that person well, you start to doubt things. Some are too smart that people around are taken for granted. And what is the person’s true intentions no one knows. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Down to it, no one is how we see them to be from the appearance. Yet in this society, all types of person exist. And I always believe that true friends last forever, although some may say, is there such things as true friends anymore?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exams in 3 days time. And I’m still laidback. So God, kau sai lei la!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good luck for the exams all in UTP! Let you reap what you sow. And God bless. Most importantly, keep healthy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Note: this is just a random entry I posted in a mood to blog on an early (is 10.30 early?) Friday morning XD&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114880765100676273?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114880765100676273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114880765100676273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114880765100676273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114880765100676273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-was-reading-this-blog-of-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114861161076421440</id><published>2006-05-26T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T17:09:32.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Physics test was terrible. Not because of the test, but it’s because of how UTP’s admin does their job: a total mess with no coordination and cross referencing. We were suppose to use the main hall for out test but some security came and shoo us all out saying we were barred from using this hall as it can only be used for exams. So we waited for a long 40 minutes before the test actually begun. Apparently, It was said that our lecturer booked the hall through ACS who during the exam period has no authority over the hall, and this is where the miscommunication happens. Ok….I’m saving the complaining as it will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the test cause it fine. The group of us (me,angkhian,carina women,pooh pau,jiamin,chaiting and shiouting) were suppose to go for sports after the test but turns out it ended too late and every one was hungry so we went to mamak. And this time, it’s not the usual 38 group anymore cause there’s a new addition to it. Aiting, or now called chaiting is a new addition! Bravo!! And this time Jiamin joined us for mamak. Follow up ShiouTing came with James. Boy it’s been long since we came out in such a big group. And as the 38 group goes, we never fail to impress ourselves with what good pics our phones can take (che ah). So we took a few snap shots (disclaimer notice : pics taken with Samsung E770 :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/320/SP_A0199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;            notice the 2 tennis ball in front of AngKhian, that's er....i dunno how it got there too, but                                                                      good                                                                         job Ashley!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talked a lot in mamak and on our way back it was bio class revisited for all of us. We caught a pair of snails mating on our way back to campus. Again phones out, and shoot! Snap snap. So here are some of the pics.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/SP_A0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/320/SP_A0202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/SP_A0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/320/SP_A0200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even after a few shots, i still can't figure out the position =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were all trying to figure out, which is the male and female, and which is their sexual organ. But wait, weren’t snails genderless? Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More walking and talking and serious talking. We were standing for 15 minutes in the compound of the main hall and decided to just sit on the tarred road and the next thing I know we were talking till 3.30am. Passer-bys must think we are nuts but hey, that’s called uni life! (Get a life u people who thinks so =P). And well, I’m in my grandparent’s house now. Thought I could focus better for finals…but still I’m slacking…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Countdown: exams in 9 days from now, and OC SEASON FINALE IS COMING!!! I’M SO GONNA MISS IT. But oh well, I can always start with PeeBreak or OTH during the hols since I have time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114861161076421440?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114861161076421440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114861161076421440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114861161076421440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114861161076421440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/05/physics-test-was-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114775018594150410</id><published>2006-05-16T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T11:29:45.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys --&gt; PMS...Bah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are guys supposed to have period? How would I know? But I can say that come a certain time, say once in two months that my mood will go way low, till the slightest things could get on my nerves. After the mother’s day weekend, I came back to campus pretty early. Cleaned up my room…and I was very tired so I took a long nap. It was 3 in the afternoon that Pun Chee smsed saying that she’ll arrive in 10 minutes time. I read the sms a little later than I was suppose to and when I finally managed to drag myself out of bed and walked all the way to the car park when it was drizzling, she called and said no need to pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine I thought. So I went back to bed. And woke up at 6.Mom prepared spaghetti sauce for me, and my only job was to cook the pasta. I asked Pun Chee for dinner and she said anything. When I got down, Pun Chee came down with a depressed face. Why was she depressed? Just because one of her dearest friend fractured her leg form a fall and that’s actually small matter cause young people recuperate fast. That did not really irritate me. but she said she had no appetite to eat, and she could have told me earlier so that I do not need to prepare such a big portion and ended up choking down most of it. While she was eating, she was fiddling around with the spaghetti and my mood was not the best at that time, so I got a little irritated. I never like people not appreciating what others have done for them. I did not say a word on that, but a b**** guard allegedly told us not to eat at the stairs from a mere 5 meter distance. At that distance, only Superman can hear her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later she came over and scolded us. Good opportunity. Fire off the canon! And she got a heck out of me. Lost, the guard walked away. One of my friend said she almost burst into tears. Haven’t I told you that this is one of my talents since secondary school? Haha. Not funny, but I’m telling the truth. That night I got a headache….oh…and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I decided to go to the library at night, unexpected that the security was so tight around the area that they did not let me pass just because I was in sandals. A**holes! I hate local Uni! Not liberal and conservative! And that’s another brawl with the guards. Small matter, but the journey to the library wasted me 30 minutes! Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok….yes…small matters ticks me off …like PMS huh…oh well that’s not new to me anymore…and I blame all this to this place. I never had this when I was at home. Oh  well…Go bless me. Pray that my great Kalkatua Volcano won’t erupt anytime soon. Chill…….And exams in 2 weeks time while Da Vinci Code is this Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114775018594150410?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114775018594150410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114775018594150410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114775018594150410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114775018594150410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/05/guys-pmsbah.html' title='Guys --&gt; PMS...Bah!'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114736149244015498</id><published>2006-05-11T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:31:32.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/SP_A0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericsson -&gt; Samsung&lt;br /&gt;Samsung -&gt; Sony Ericsson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly the order of phone brands me and some of my friends are using. I switched to Samsung, two of them to Sony Ericsson.&lt;br /&gt;Funny huh, considering that Sony Ericsson phones are one of the best around, yet I switched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just can't resist the sleek and stylish phone, and decided to forgo the candybar Sony Ericsson. Initially I had plans to get K750i, then W800i and found it to be too funky. Surfing around the web made me stumble upon this phone, SGH E770. I was just casually looking at the phone…but who knows I’ll actually be using it. I thought of using my K700i as long as possible. But turns out it’s life was up. As I was using it a few weeks back, the keypad was not responsive and the phone auto powers on and off by itself. The next thing I know my joystick malfunctioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shit….to repair also not…to change then I’ll have to face the music from my parents…..”&lt;br /&gt;So guess what…I decided to change. I checked out the price to repair my phone and I think it’s not worth it. So explored my options. I was having W800i on my mind. However the price was to expensive. And considering the price I’m paying for my Samsung, which is a FMG set with 18 months warranty, while I could only get an AP set for W800i, I went for the Samsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think back, I was just like buying a cloth. Without much research on that particular item I purchased it. And so this is my new phone now. A thousand gone…and mother’s day’s coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/320/SP_A0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                             My new phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with AngKhian and decided to get my mom a CK Eternity Moment fragrance for my mom. Boy oh boy…that’s another 200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/320/SP_A0127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then my goggles broke and I had to buy another one at 40…looks like I’ll be fasting for the coming month and I just remembered father’s day’s coming too…..I’m gonna go broke soon XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114736149244015498?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114736149244015498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114736149244015498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114736149244015498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114736149244015498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/05/sony-ericsson-thats-exactly-order-of.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114684307783331317</id><published>2006-05-05T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:31:17.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Her Wave Con't</title><content type='html'>Con't from &lt;a href="http://www.ruffleseed.com"&gt;www.ruffleseed.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she sees it's YOU&lt;br /&gt;On her caller ID&lt;br /&gt;She won't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;She'd rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;But YOU should give up just yet&lt;br /&gt;Cause every word she's every said&lt;br /&gt;Is still ringing in YOUR head&lt;br /&gt;Still ringing in YOUR head&lt;br /&gt;Knows just what to say so YOUR whole day is ruined!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114684307783331317?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114684307783331317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114684307783331317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114684307783331317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114684307783331317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/05/catch-her-wave-cont.html' title='Catch Her Wave Con&apos;t'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114676193211535229</id><published>2006-05-05T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:58:52.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was locked out again on Thursday, 27th April again. This is just like a dee-ja-vu…because the last time when this happened was also a Thursday…which is a few months back, the week after CNY. Same details again, naked, clad in towel only…but this time luckily with my contacts on, which is better than the previous time. I had to seek Soon Wei’s help to call Kenneth, and the same mistake; he left the key in the room. As I was waiting in Soon Wei’s room, I was thinking…what a coincidence. But luckily this time I wasn’t in a rush to catch a bus back home. Though I waited long, lucky that I’m not angry this time, so apology accepted ;) but pls pls next time no more ok. If that’s the case I’ll let u have a taste of what u did to me. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114676193211535229?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114676193211535229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114676193211535229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114676193211535229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114676193211535229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-was-locked-out-again-on-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114493763488552488</id><published>2006-04-13T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T00:27:36.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Rules My A**!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/SE_CAM(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/400/SE_CAM%2811%29.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave the judgement to be done by yourselve. I guess this just explains why there are so many illegitimate children cases . And whatever happened to God is omnipresent?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114493763488552488?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114493763488552488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114493763488552488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114493763488552488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114493763488552488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/04/dating-rules-my.html' title='Dating Rules My A**!!!'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114467353472404516</id><published>2006-04-10T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:52:14.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What happened to customer service nowadays? In fact it never existed in this place called UTP. The worker at this convenience store in my campus a total b***h today. I sent in a book to be photostated last weekend and was told that it should be ready by today. In a total rush, I went to collect my book today before class. I asked the lady politely yet she had a very dissatisfied expression on her face. When asked where's the book, she reaplied if it's here, then it's here. I then told her that even if it's not done, I'll need it back. She replied curtly, stating that she does not know. She told me to call the boss to ask and I did so. The boss said it's done and the book is in the shop. I told the lady to speak to her boss, but she just refused to. I told her the boss said the book is around and she told me to go look for it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop was already in a mess and to search for the book was not easy. In the end I found the book in a box near a pile of stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady did not even apologised. I was very pissed. They seem to be the only operator around and for that they take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral : MONOPOLY IS WORST OFF FOR CONSEMERS!!! AND I WANT BETTER CUSTOIMER SERVICE HERE. I JUST CAN'T TOLERATE THE WAY THIS PIGS DO THEIR JOB HERE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114467353472404516?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114467353472404516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114467353472404516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114467353472404516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114467353472404516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-happened-to-customer-service.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114403927532150605</id><published>2006-04-03T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T12:41:15.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I lose my cool, I really don't know the reason why, and when that happens, nothing pleasant will turn out. Given what happened lately, it really opened up myeyes to see and realize where I've gone wronmg and what should be done. I maynot be able to face this group of friends I'm so close to with thinking that I just took a point of no return that no differences are reconcileable. Yet, I was proven wrong. One of them confronted anf asked, are things gonna stay this way? Is that how I want things to be? Deep down the answer is no, but I know what was done can't be undone and given the ego sometimes, you just can't face thigs so easily. Yet, we agreed to talk things out. Much was mentioned, and I actually see all the small little mistakes which I took for granted and miscommunications could just leed to this big thing. Unconciously I took sensitive on somethings which they done to me, but not in the other way round. And I actually didn't know being a couple in the midst of them could make them feel awkward, despite trying my best to be casual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, this is still a turning point in life, where I just need to learn. Once again appology is all I caould say but all I can hope is this happened for a good cause. I felt touched by how they told about me, that I could be a great friend, because no one ever told me this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...things will just not be the same. And I really wish the past could still be the present and the future. I had a dear friend so close last year, that we did almost everything together, and all of a sudden things just changed this year. I do not really know the reason why, but given the chance to just work things out, it would be just great. That moment, I thought I found someone who could be a buddy throughout this 5 yrs here giving our best and the thought of it was just so pleasant. Time we spent was indeed good last year. In the room, I had no intention to stress you up, but you were just too quiet and that's why we were not talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are just so important in human's life that sometimes, life just stops without them. Yet, misunderstandings happen on the way, but great frineds will still stick with one another given the chance to reconcile and to get over all the misunderstanding. True is the begining, but being a great friend is the ultimate goal of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I wouldn't want things to be sour, but thinking back of the laughter and joy we had together, it does offsets all. I would want to look back when I'm older at the past and just cheerish the good old days we had together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114403927532150605?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114403927532150605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114403927532150605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114403927532150605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114403927532150605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/04/sometimes-when-i-lose-my-cool-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114313071671789550</id><published>2006-03-24T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:34:15.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Key to a relationship : Always be true and honest to one anoter and all will work out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I really appreciate that you told me about it. Still, I know I'm no romantic and don't know how to melt a girls heart, but all I can give is me. That's  all I have to offer. May we last till the end....my one and only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114313071671789550?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114313071671789550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114313071671789550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114313071671789550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114313071671789550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/03/key-to-relationship-always-be-true-and.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114312817684272477</id><published>2006-03-23T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:36:16.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going back to college was a refreshing experience, meeting back with old friends, and mind you friends who i only know for six months there. Yet, true friendships build on nothing else but sincerity and not ulterior motives and malice. Eventhough being away for a long time, meeting back with them has never been awkward and immediately I feel as if I'm still a PE4 student. Yup...PE4 Peeps, you people are a bunch of great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking to a few of them today really changed my perspective. Edward said no where beats Malaysia, even after studying in Canada for a year. How Jian has been around the world and has seen much, yet he still prefers Malaysia. He's going off to US this fall, but he sais he's lazy to leave cause no where beats Malaysia. On the other hand I kept trying to get overseas. Thinking back I should have been grateful for what I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mc D caught a glimpse of Yasmin, but wasn't sure, and she came over to say hi. This is why friends in Taylor's are the best. Friendly and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all PE4, all the best in your A2 trials and exams. May God bless all your future undertakings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114312817684272477?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114312817684272477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114312817684272477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114312817684272477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114312817684272477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/03/going-back-to-college-was-refreshing.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114218097384705706</id><published>2006-03-13T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:21:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't wanna go another day&lt;br /&gt;So I'm telling you, exactly what is on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everybody is breaking up&lt;br /&gt;And throwing their love away&lt;br /&gt;But I know I got a good thing right here&lt;br /&gt;That's why I say (Hey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna love me better,&lt;br /&gt;I must stick wit u forever&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna take me higher,&lt;br /&gt;I must stick wit u&lt;br /&gt;You know how to appreciate me,&lt;br /&gt;I must stick wit u, my baby&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way,&lt;br /&gt;I must stick wit u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go another day&lt;br /&gt;So I'm telling you, exactly what is on my mind&lt;br /&gt;See the way we ride, in our private lives&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nobody gettin' in between&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that, you're the only one for me (one for me)&lt;br /&gt;(What I'm sayin' is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna love me better,&lt;br /&gt;I must stick wit u forever&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna take me higher,&lt;br /&gt;I must stick wit u&lt;br /&gt;You know how to appreciate me,&lt;br /&gt;I must stick wit u, my baby&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way,&lt;br /&gt;I must stick wit u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, ain't nothing else I can need&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm singing 'cause you're so, so into me&lt;br /&gt;I got you, we'll be making love endlessly&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you (baby I'm with you)&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're with me (baby you're with me, higher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't cha worry about&lt;br /&gt;People hanging around&lt;br /&gt;They ain't bringing us down I know you, and you know me&lt;br /&gt;And that's all that counts&lt;br /&gt;So don't cha worry about&lt;br /&gt;People hanging around&lt;br /&gt;They ain't bringing us down I know you, and you know me&lt;br /&gt;And that's, that's why I say (Hey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna love me better,&lt;br /&gt;I must stick wit u forever&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna take me higher,&lt;br /&gt;I must stick wit u (come on)&lt;br /&gt;You know how to appreciate me,&lt;br /&gt;I must stick wit u, my baby&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way, I must stick wit u...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114218097384705706?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114218097384705706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114218097384705706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114218097384705706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114218097384705706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-wanna-go-another-day-so-im.html' title=''/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114218057049409777</id><published>2006-03-13T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:34:25.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Joke Turns to Daggers</title><content type='html'>No one deserves to be called an idiot and I know that. Humans are mad perfect in God's eyes and His creation are not to be judged by any other human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when it's a habit that we tease each other, thinking that we don't really mind and each one didn't mean it. It's fun, but when either one strikes the wrong topic or theme of jeer, that's when all goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't implying anything when it came out of my mouth. I thought it was just another regular jokes and jeers which we throw each other with. Now that it has been said, nothing can really be done to take those words back even though I did not mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could say now is that I'm really sorry and that wasn't suppose to mean anyhting. Realising that what I said was very impactful was too late. I recalled your blog entries pertaining this matters, then I realised the magnitude of my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse me, hit me and scold me all you want. But all I can say is I do not want to lose another friend. Forgiveness is all I ask and repentence is all I can offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114218057049409777?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114218057049409777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114218057049409777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114218057049409777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114218057049409777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-joke-turns-to-daggers.html' title='When Joke Turns to Daggers'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114192828887259050</id><published>2006-03-10T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T02:25:39.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery of A New Bird Species</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/Untitled-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/320/Untitled-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a long rest, this is my first post. This avianphobic friend of mine's reaction when she came across this news report in the papers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114192828887259050?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114192828887259050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114192828887259050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114192828887259050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114192828887259050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/03/discovery-of-new-bird-species.html' title='Discovery of A New Bird Species'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114077369533817483</id><published>2006-02-24T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T17:34:55.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms Birdie Tang</title><content type='html'>Dear Ms Birdie Tang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being discreet, but I thought you were the expert in THIS field. Yet you still need comments and opinion from others. And thanks for calling me Hello Kitty, cause I'll eat you up the next time I see you. Welcome very much for the soup, but don'rt you know too much salt kills. I'm doing you a favour prolonging your life and keep your blood pressure down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : if you wanna call me by THE OTHER NAME, I'll definitely pass ur URL to THE CONCERNING PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,are you afraid of birdie soft toys too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114077369533817483?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114077369533817483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114077369533817483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114077369533817483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114077369533817483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/02/ms-birdie-tang.html' title='Ms Birdie Tang'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114057809541422819</id><published>2006-02-22T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T11:14:55.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Quiet Won't Help!</title><content type='html'>This has been going on for days,&lt;br /&gt;You've not been talking,&lt;br /&gt;You look moody&lt;br /&gt;Other kept asking, is there anything wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And they think I'm the cause,&lt;br /&gt;You start isolating yourself and ALL your belongins&lt;br /&gt;What are you trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;Did we make a wrong decision?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we should have just stayed the way we were last year.&lt;br /&gt;The weekend's near.&lt;br /&gt;At least there's some time off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114057809541422819?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114057809541422819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114057809541422819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114057809541422819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114057809541422819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/02/keeping-quiet-wont-help.html' title='Keeping Quiet Won&apos;t Help!'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114057669697956101</id><published>2006-02-22T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T17:13:19.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When An Adolescent Turns To An Adult</title><content type='html'>This fateful day, 22nd of February,&lt;br /&gt;You turn 18, an age which all adolencent dreams of reaching as soon as possible,&lt;br /&gt;You have freedom, &lt;br /&gt;From 18+ movies to clubbing,except casinos in Malaysia of course&lt;br /&gt;You are ready, to get MARRIED!&lt;br /&gt;And also you are now independent,&lt;br /&gt;And so, happy birthday to you  Ai Ting.&lt;br /&gt;We hope you enjoyed the surprise party,&lt;br /&gt;You know humans only turn 18 once intheir life,&lt;br /&gt;But hey, we're 19 this year. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114057669697956101?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114057669697956101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114057669697956101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114057669697956101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114057669697956101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-adolescent-turns-to-adult.html' title='When An Adolescent Turns To An Adult'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-114042443616497877</id><published>2006-02-20T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T16:33:56.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Exciting Yet Interesting Life In UTP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/PIC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/400/PIC.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...Life here SUX. I never liked this place ever since I stepped into this uni. BUt hey, guess what, life goes on. 2nd Semester here should be better, but it seems to be worse for me. My mood swing  is so much more volatile this year that even petty little stuff pisses me off. As what Ang Khian always say,it's time of the month. Yet,people around me has to suffer from my temper. I'm so sorry,especially to my room mate wo has to see me day and night. Well, Ang Khian offered to help me out. She says she'll teach me the Essence of Life while I offer her tutorial on Physics,Chemistry and Maths. Fair deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the room on a plesant evening, Kenneth was on going for a bath while I was, I forgot what was I doing at that particular time. He stirpped off his clothes, with a towel on. And next he went to his laptop and did something on his Adobe Photoshop. OK....he's in hos towel, why not just go take his bath and do it later. After he was done, he left his laptop on, so I went over to see what it was. Turns out that it was this. He must be up to no good....Na dsighed, from our dearest artist Kenneth. 01*859****, if you are reading this, beware on your trips with him. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-114042443616497877?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/114042443616497877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=114042443616497877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114042443616497877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/114042443616497877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-so-exciting-yet-interesting-life.html' title='Not So Exciting Yet Interesting Life In UTP'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113959055775259706</id><published>2006-02-11T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:55:57.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to MOM(Master of Mumbling)</title><content type='html'>Without you, life is meaningless&lt;br /&gt;19 years have gone by and i sometimes take you for granted&lt;br /&gt;I compalin when you nag or when you give me pointers and advises&lt;br /&gt;Yet you know me best and know what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;Still, I argue with you thinking that I know better&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I get my self into hot soup when your fire rages&lt;br /&gt;For money, it's always you I go to&lt;br /&gt;Even though Dad is more generous&lt;br /&gt;So Mum, you are now another year older&lt;br /&gt;4 more years for me to go till you can really let your hair down&lt;br /&gt;4 more years till I can start feeding you money&lt;br /&gt;But 4 more years also means triple your white hair too&lt;br /&gt;Mum, all I can say now is HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song dedicated to you : You Raised Me Up by Josh Groban&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113959055775259706?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113959055775259706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113959055775259706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113959055775259706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113959055775259706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-to-mommaster-of.html' title='Happy Birthday to MOM(Master of Mumbling)'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113958921800713174</id><published>2006-02-10T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:33:38.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chain Rule</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder how the Chain Rule applies in our life? Here's how. It all started with a very simple event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a fine Thursday(9/02/06), we found out UTP is on holiday for Friday. Woohoo, a day off. Outside Chemistry lab, me, Ai Ting and Jia Min decided, why not go bacj home for the holidays, and so we all rang up our parents and we got approval. Going back, I met Tee Hooi, who also wanted to go back to Klang and so she tagged along(Jia Min and Ai Ting were heading for KL). I actually thought of going swimming before heading down to Ipoh, but Ai Ting and Jia Min needed to catch the 7.30 bus to KL,and after some discussion woth my mum, me and Tee Hooi too were going on the same bus. Ok, i thought, it's only 5.40 now. So I packed up my clothes, laptop, toiletries and some books and I'm good to go. As I was packing, Kenneth was contemplating on selling each and every belongings, and even told me he could sell Carina, Sharon and Pinky to a 'kai tao'(LOOK HOW JIN KAK HE IS, EVEN HIS OWN MOTHER!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. The selling part was just talk but no action and it was good humour to me. As I was packing, my laptop bag was far too big to enter my travelling bag, so Kenneth offered to lend me his VAIO bag and it fitted snuggly into my travelling bag(Thanks). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.50pm. I still had time so I went for a shower. Coming back from the shower, I was devastated to find out that my room door was locked. I saw Gabriel and he helped mr to call Kenenth, but there was no answer, so he went to the pool to look for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approx 15 minutes passed and I got impatient, so i borrowed Boon How's phone to call Ai Ting to call Kenneth to ask him to get his a** back to the room to help me unlocj the door. Then, Kenneth returned call : "I forgot to bring my key too!" Great...now I'm really dead. Then he said : "Ok, I'll get the fellow to unlock the door for you." I thought he was at least coming back to help me sort things out, considering that I was only in my towel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 15 minutes went pass and there was no sign of either the fellow or Kenenth. I can't wait anymore,thus I got Boon How to help me go get the keys from the fellow. Not long after he left,Kenneth called and I found out that he was still at the pool! At this point I was really mad. Another 5 more minutes Kenneth appeared panting,waiting for Boon How to return with the keys. First try, wrong keys, as of that moment, Kenneth without any delay quickly ran off to the office to get the correct keys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got into the room, I got my self dressed and went down to my car. On the way down to Ipoh, Ai Ting's, Jia Min's and Tee Hooi's parents called asking where are they, and they said they just left campus, and of course their reply was why so late? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.45 arrived Medan Gopeng. Ran from counter to counter, we finally settled for an 8.00pm bus to KL. By that time, I had no time to get back to my grandparents house to park my car there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my aunt to ask her help me drive the car back. It was all fine...until 9.32pm. My mum called to say that my dad was furious that I 1)don't plan things propperly and 2) not understanding, consiering that my grandpa is already 80 yrs old and thus does not have such good vision and driving skills. Then my dad blamed my mum for allowing me come home in such a short-handed notice. So much happened....and mum was not happy of my dad being so unreasonable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the bus I felt half guilty and half mad. But what could I do anymore? I prayed and thank God everything went fine. Ai Ting went down at Rawang, while the rest of us got down at the Masjid Jamek LRT station. Me and Tee Hooi are to take an LRT to KLCC to follow my cousin back(Thank GOD that she's still there, or else I'll be stranded in KL;the KTM stops operation around 10.30 or 11 and we only arrive KL at 10.30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving home, I felt all those hassle and trouble gone through were worth it that I was finally home. With my mind calmed. I thought back, I was rather rude at Kenneth earlier on in the evening. And actually, I did something really stupid which made Ang Khian mad at me, so I thought, this might be karma.       &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~khian"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ruffleseed.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113958921800713174?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113958921800713174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113958921800713174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113958921800713174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113958921800713174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/02/chain-rule.html' title='The Chain Rule'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113845440450768163</id><published>2006-01-28T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T21:20:04.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY!!!</title><content type='html'>The time I've been waiting for : CNY!!!! The revival of Little Genting. Poker cards, mahjong to showdown. To all, HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR. And may the year of Dog bring good health and success in all undertakings. But,most importantly, Ang Pao. haha ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113845440450768163?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113845440450768163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113845440450768163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113845440450768163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113845440450768163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny.html' title='CNY!!!'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113845411581818206</id><published>2006-01-28T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T21:15:15.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UTP=hell...again</title><content type='html'>It would be a lifetime wish for me to get off  from this morbid place. Knowing that i have to go back to hell brings my mood down all over again. Going back there, even though it's after one semester, is still so painful. First week here is all the same, and what's worst this place is killing me day by day, as it is to two person I know. The only refuge I seek here are my friends, but the idea of going back home for CNY cheers me up more. Sigh....but New Year is only for a week...and it's hell for me again. May God bless my soul. May he just take me to heaven....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113845411581818206?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113845411581818206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113845411581818206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113845411581818206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113845411581818206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/01/utphellagain.html' title='UTP=hell...again'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113700050220309369</id><published>2006-01-12T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T01:28:22.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Strange...</title><content type='html'>Isn't it strange how a 20 dollar bill &lt;br /&gt;seems like such a large &lt;br /&gt;amount when &lt;br /&gt;you donate it to church, but &lt;br /&gt;such a small amount &lt;br /&gt;when you go shopping? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how 2 hours seem so long when &lt;br /&gt;you're at church, and how &lt;br /&gt;short they seem when you're &lt;br /&gt;watching a good movie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange that you can't &lt;br /&gt;find ! a word to say when &lt;br /&gt;you're praying, &lt;br /&gt;but you have no trouble &lt;br /&gt;thinking what to talk about &lt;br /&gt;with a friend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how difficult &lt;br /&gt;and boring it is to read &lt;br /&gt;one chapter &lt;br /&gt;of the Bible, but how easy &lt;br /&gt;it is to read 100 pages of &lt;br /&gt;a popular novel or ZANE GREY book? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how everyone &lt;br /&gt;wants front-row-tickets &lt;br /&gt;to concerts or &lt;br /&gt;games, but they do whatever &lt;br /&gt;is possible to sit at the last &lt;br /&gt;row in Church? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how we need to &lt;br /&gt;know about an event for &lt;br /&gt;Church 2-3 &lt;br /&gt;weeks before the day so we can &lt;br /&gt;include it in our agenda, but we can &lt;br /&gt;adjust it for other events in &lt;br /&gt;the last minute? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how difficult it is to learn a fact about God to share it &lt;br /&gt;with others, but how easy &lt;br /&gt;it is to learn, understand, &lt;br /&gt;extend and repeat gossip? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how we &lt;br /&gt;believe everything &lt;br /&gt;that magazines and newspapers &lt;br /&gt;say, but we question the words in the &lt;br /&gt;Bible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how everyone &lt;br /&gt;wants a place in &lt;br /&gt;heaven, but they don't want &lt;br /&gt;to believe, do, or say anything &lt;br /&gt;to get there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how we send &lt;br /&gt;jokes in e-mails &lt;br /&gt;and they are forwarded &lt;br /&gt;right away, &lt;br /&gt;but when we are going to send &lt;br /&gt;messages about God, we think &lt;br /&gt;about it twice before we share &lt;br /&gt;it with others? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S STRANGE ISN'T IT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...it's indeed strange. So to those who have not make your New Year resolution, consider this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113700050220309369?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113700050220309369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113700050220309369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113700050220309369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113700050220309369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-strange.html' title='How Strange...'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113696610568428779</id><published>2006-01-11T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T15:55:05.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Alarm</title><content type='html'>11 Jan 2006, 1453&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Chai : tze yang, u know what, results are out today!&lt;br /&gt;Me           : is it? i;m not at home now. i check when i go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way back from Taylor's College while that call came in. As I wasn't going home yet, I went to a nearby cyber cafe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that only the link is there, but results will only be announced tomorrow, 12 Jan. This is the way THIS people do things. Lame. Make us all worked up for nothing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113696610568428779?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113696610568428779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113696610568428779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113696610568428779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113696610568428779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/01/false-alarm.html' title='False Alarm'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113690314318683204</id><published>2006-01-10T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T22:25:43.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PETRONAS Orientation Camp</title><content type='html'>Finally FREE!!!! Out of that horrible prison simulator. Well, its just exaggeration. But i was a real asshole during the camp cause i didn't enjoy myself. A typical motivational camp. I had the darkest face, even darker than a charcoal during the camp. Glad that its over. But I really appreciate Mr Hazman's warmth and friendliness. Attending that camp...all for RM 6000 allownace....sigh....now that its over...PETRONAS better be giving me my allowances on time. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113690314318683204?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113690314318683204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113690314318683204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113690314318683204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113690314318683204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2006/01/petronas-orientation-camp.html' title='PETRONAS Orientation Camp'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113575546987593823</id><published>2005-12-28T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T02:39:11.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution of eCards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/400/02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/400/01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since people beacme lazier nowadays, they prefer to do everything at home, and always from the computer. This friend of mine,Aaron, self declared that he was a lazy chap, but on the other hand a very crative one came out with this new way of sending greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an awesome way of sending greeting cards, by just buying one, write the message, scan it and email it. You colud save money, and yet maintain originality, and also save the trees. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113575546987593823?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113575546987593823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113575546987593823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113575546987593823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113575546987593823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2005/12/evolution-of-ecards.html' title='Evolution of eCards'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113523304226296232</id><published>2005-12-22T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T14:30:42.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR dee-ja-voo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/MVC-003S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/400/MVC-003S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/MVC-004S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/400/MVC-004S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those two slips and spot the difference(s). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Looks like the trend of B for BM runs in my family =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113523304226296232?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113523304226296232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113523304226296232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113523304226296232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113523304226296232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2005/12/pmr-dee-ja-voo.html' title='PMR dee-ja-voo!'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113518156139647824</id><published>2005-12-22T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T00:19:40.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary of 2005 (Pt2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/pic6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/400/pic6.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/pic9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/400/pic9.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/pic8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/400/pic8.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/pic7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/400/pic7.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This is called the HA- Happy Rhino. Done by Kenneth Chai during boring Physics lecture. Coloured it togrether during Physics revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Also Kenneth's idea. In the library when he saw somene and could not stand it anymore, and inspired by the handicaped tiolet sign, he drew this, and it writes Masturbate Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My roommate sleeping after a hectic Chemistry revision. Cool pose huh =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I find this intriguing so captured it on the way to mamak one night. UTP's 'cosmetic booth' at night. Its actually the guard house la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there goes 2005, and would like to wish all a blessed Christmas and a new year!&lt;br /&gt;Also, welcome 2006!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113518156139647824?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113518156139647824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113518156139647824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113518156139647824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113518156139647824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2005/12/summary-of-2005-pt2.html' title='Summary of 2005 (Pt2)'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113518030218352917</id><published>2005-12-21T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T00:49:21.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary of 2005 (Pt1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/pic1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/400/pic1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/pic3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/400/pic3.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/pic2i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/400/pic2i.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/pic4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/400/pic4.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/pic5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/400/pic5.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye to the year 2005, there are some photos taken which i had no time to blog about. And this is all for yeaar 2005 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First time in my life seeing a full rainbow. What a beautiful sight. And this is Old V5 =P (how i wish I'll still be here next year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kenneth sleeping on my bed after a hectic study for exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Me, Kenneth and Pun Chee's ticket to riches. High hopes were held on it, but it turned us down. And it was bought when Kenneth and Pun Chee came to Klang for BKT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The white thing on Kenneth's forehead, we call it fever kotex(Cool Fever actually). We were playing around with it when we took it from Pun Chee who caught a cold. Tested it out on our foreheads and stomach, turned out it made our stomach cram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The 'fever kotex'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113518030218352917?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113518030218352917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113518030218352917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113518030218352917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113518030218352917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2005/12/summary-of-2005-pt1.html' title='Summary of 2005 (Pt1)'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113500277849950343</id><published>2005-12-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:32:58.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Central Bank Of DAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/DSC00230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/400/DSC00230.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't agree more. Just like a 24 hour ATM machine. And since when did this bank ever reject our transactions, which is always withrawal and never deposits. So to all Dad's out there, thanks, and also not forgetting bank of mum, which is more like a financial advisor which always limit our spending. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113500277849950343?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113500277849950343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113500277849950343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113500277849950343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113500277849950343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2005/12/central-bank-of-dad.html' title='Central Bank Of DAD'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113492244495864144</id><published>2005-12-18T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T00:14:08.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of A Malaysian Idol Drop Out</title><content type='html'>Recall from Malaysain Idol 2,during the KL Audition. There was this chinese guy who sang the song Tong Hua by Guang Liang, and he also came with his casette player playing the music while he was singing. His singing sucked and the judges gave him quite nasty comments, especially Paul Moss. During the expression session, he scolded the judges in Hokien, which was sensored several times, or else it would be too crude to be aired on national TV. One of is most memorable curse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotable Quotes : "Kua Jit Pai Pa Jit Pai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation : See once, whack once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder where is he now and what is he doing? Guess what, I saw him working in Genki Sushi, Klang Parade when my family and I dined there tonight! OMG! From the first glance my brother and I recognized him right away. To concur with our guesses, we even asked his colleagues, and they smiled and noded. My family and I laughed our way out of the restaurant. Oh my...the world's so vast yet we were able to meet this guy. I thought of taking a pic with him, but my parents refrained me freom, they said he also has pride. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recalling the night of my church's ROCK(Reaching Our Community Klang) concert, Juwita Suwito said Klang people could sing, and I say...this guy is exceptional....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113492244495864144?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113492244495864144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113492244495864144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113492244495864144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113492244495864144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2005/12/story-of-malaysian-idol-drop-out.html' title='Story of A Malaysian Idol Drop Out'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113483710465218607</id><published>2005-12-18T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:31:44.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAD 2005</title><content type='html'>Participating in Wesley Methodist Church's MAD camp was fun, but the more as a helper ;-) Oh boy...blowing off the campers candles was the best. But being an Opportunity Track counter person was hectic! Yet, i actually got to meet Juwita Suwito, the Malaysian Idol vocal coach and the person who actually sang Setia, Francessca (pardon the spelling, cause I'm not sure myself), and her gang. Staying up 24 hours to play games may sound MAD, but that was the purpose of this camp after all, and appart from going MAD, it is also to make a difference for christ. So, am I tired after the camp? Well, if I was, this blog would not be posted at this time. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113483710465218607?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113483710465218607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113483710465218607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113483710465218607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113483710465218607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2005/12/mad-2005.html' title='MAD 2005'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113470571343217667</id><published>2005-12-16T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T12:01:53.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broadband Connection, Finally!!!!</title><content type='html'>After two years of pestering, TM finally provided service! Screw them! After two long years only 8i get to enjoy high speed internet connection.... Never mind....Now let me DOTA till the max before I get back to UTP, ehich boosts a lousy internet connection....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113470571343217667?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113470571343217667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113470571343217667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113470571343217667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113470571343217667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2005/12/broadband-connection-finally.html' title='Broadband Connection, Finally!!!!'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113466622280497474</id><published>2005-12-16T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T01:03:42.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstinence?</title><content type='html'>Is abstinence realistic in modern society nowadays? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a question brought forward by the speaker during my recent church camp, in the &lt;em&gt;No Apologies &lt;/em&gt;workshop. So, to the youths out there, what is your opinion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113466622280497474?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113466622280497474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113466622280497474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113466622280497474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113466622280497474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2005/12/abstinence.html' title='Abstinence?'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113457718073750239</id><published>2005-12-15T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T00:19:40.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploded bill : Revisited</title><content type='html'>DIE!!!! Another exploded bill again, hitting the RM 100 notch. My bill this time is even higher than my mom's phone bill. Though I'm not paying, I'LL BE FACING THE MUSIC from my dad!!!! Crap...Someone get me out of this shit...I can't live without my phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, I promise i;ll cut down usage ok...Don't make me pay for my bills in the future and don't suspend my line k.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113457718073750239?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113457718073750239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113457718073750239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113457718073750239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113457718073750239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2005/12/exploded-bill-revisited.html' title='Exploded bill : Revisited'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113449255530215525</id><published>2005-12-13T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T00:49:15.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W800i</title><content type='html'>Got to see it and now got to feel it. Managed to gethod of my cousins W800i! Cool if its free, cause it was presented to her as a gift! Well, nothing really much to shout about, only for its walkman function and its superb camera. Only thing that the screen is too small to view such high resolution photo. But it also seems that the OS is faster in handling processes. Overall, it is almost the same as it's other Sony Ericsson brothers. For the price, i'll rather buy a new Pocket PC. However, kudos to Sony again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113449255530215525?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113449255530215525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113449255530215525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113449255530215525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113449255530215525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2005/12/w800i.html' title='W800i'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113440479376055532</id><published>2005-12-13T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:26:33.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condom Candid and Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/SE_CAM%2824%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/320/SE_CAM%2824%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day that everyone waited for has arrived : Exams are finally over. A bunch of us wentr down to Ipoh for some time out, but turns out that i learnt a lesson : girls really shop till they drop. As much as our feeble legs could carry us, we decided to leave first, leaving Carina, Sharon and Pinky behind, while me, Kenneth and Pun Chee went back first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, 10pm, The girls came back having dinner at JE. For some reason Kenneth took out his "treasure". A curious Sharon was examining it and that was when this shot was taken. No offense, but pardon this innocent girl. ;) Last night together, we had a long stroll till we parted for the year 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113440479376055532?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113440479376055532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113440479376055532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113440479376055532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113440479376055532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2005/12/condom-candid-and-farewell.html' title='Condom Candid and Farewell'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113255538960597601</id><published>2005-11-21T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T19:28:53.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Receipient, Oops</title><content type='html'>The message :&lt;br /&gt;that sei pat poh XXX, ask me to go again right after i came back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The receipient :&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to be me, but was sent to XXX by accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result :&lt;br /&gt;" Tze Yang help me!!!! I'm gonna die!!! i sent the wrong message"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To overcome :&lt;br /&gt;Appology and stories and reply from XXX : humph, Scold me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, everything is back to normal. Luckily XXX was not petty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moral : LOOK at the name of receipuent before u send a message!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113255538960597601?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113255538960597601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113255538960597601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113255538960597601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113255538960597601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2005/11/wrong-receipient-oops.html' title='Wrong Receipient, Oops'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113255486096496946</id><published>2005-11-21T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:34:20.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PPS : Pre-Potter Syndrome &amp; Post-Potter Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;November 15-16&lt;/strong&gt;(Pre)&lt;br /&gt;Exam is approaching. While we are suuppose to be studying foe our finals, which is on the 29th of November. Ok....Harry Potter 4 is releasing on the 17th...so no harm of us to go catch the midnight show and resume our revision the next day. So, Kenneth called tho enquire about ticket availability...and we found out that the tickets were almost sold out. So, our last resort : Kenneth's Task : Seduce the operator to get her to help us polace booking on the tickets, which is not possible for priemere movies. 20 minutes later : mission accomplished. We managed to reserve 5 tickets for me, Kenneth, Pun Chee, Ai Ting, Jia Min. That night was our Moral Test 2 and yet Harry Potter was already playing in our head. CRAP! Can't study anymore! Can't wait for the day to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has come! went down to Ipoh at 8.30 pm and took our dinner at a noodles stall. Arrived jusco at 10.00 and collected our tickets. Even the counter person was surprised to see 5 reserved tickets for Harry Potter 4. Now that we have the tickets in hand, of we went to do our groceries at Tesco. And we remembered. "Kenneth, you better not keep the tickets. Let anyone of us keep it." He was in a 'Series of Unfoetunate Events' before this and we do not want that to happen to our tickets. At 11.30, we were at TGV cinemas. A few encounters with our fellow University mates revealed that they queued up to purchase the tickets while we managed to get the tickets reserved for us!=P . Bravo to Kenneth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 17 Onwards&lt;/strong&gt;(Post)&lt;br /&gt;Arrived campus the next morning at 4. &lt;YAWN&gt; stripped offmy contacts and went to bed. Didn't even bother to sort my groceries out. Two days after that I was bedridden. Fell ill due to lack of rest...and my study schedule is disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict : was all this worth it? i think it was fun though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S refer to ruffleseed.com for a related blog : Harry Potter IV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113255486096496946?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113255486096496946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113255486096496946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113255486096496946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113255486096496946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2005/11/pps-pre-potter-syndrome-post-potter.html' title='PPS : Pre-Potter Syndrome &amp; Post-Potter Syndrome'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113194873881235045</id><published>2005-11-14T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T14:26:54.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Les? or Wrong Timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/SE_CAM%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/400/SE_CAM%285%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown above is TST,A , CGSP aka Garfield and TYL. This was taken during our Moral lesson break. TST first approached CGSP. What are they up to? I was well out of ear shot, but my camera managed to capture them 'in action'. TYL however was nearby and seem to be enjoying the show...hmmm...i really wonder what are those two girls upto, or was it all just a mis-interpretation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113194873881235045?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113194873881235045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113194873881235045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113194873881235045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113194873881235045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2005/11/les-or-wrong-timing.html' title='Les? or Wrong Timing'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113194791797191061</id><published>2005-11-14T05:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T14:01:31.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OST Umbrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/ost_umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/400/ost_umbrella.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in campus was a heck of a rush. everything happens so fast that time wasn;t even sufficient to do anything. One week after the holidays, life went back to the usual routine. However, much happened during the holidays and SOMEONE is now relieved of HIS burden. Sunday night, last day of the break was DOTA night. Soon after that, was thinking skills business. We were sketching a few umbrellas and towards the end, KCHZ was up to no good. OST had two umbrella sketches, and KCHZ sketched the first one out well. Then, comes the candid one. In this pic, it is OST's Umbrella Co, advert by KCHZ from ruffleseed co.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113194791797191061?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113194791797191061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113194791797191061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113194791797191061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113194791797191061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2005/11/ost-umbrella.html' title='OST Umbrella'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113086638798821900</id><published>2005-11-02T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T01:33:08.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali Night : Sequel of Project Duyung Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/SE_CAM%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/320/SE_CAM%281%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 'Monkeys' Business', it was 'visiting business'. The usual festive routine and then the showdown. RM 800 crackers go bang! half way through came a challenger from a nearby house, firing blazes into the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each fired to see the loudest and brightest. Nice to see RM 800 being burnt. well, it isn't mine, so it was a nice show XD. Oh yeah, Happy Deepavali to all who celebrates =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : refer to Chronicles of Pellucidity for Project Duyung Storm, but there will be not much connection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113086638798821900?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113086638798821900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113086638798821900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113086638798821900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113086638798821900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2005/11/deepavali-night-sequel-of-project.html' title='Deepavali Night : Sequel of Project Duyung Storm'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18520376.post-113083490256277804</id><published>2005-11-02T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T17:10:36.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey's Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/1600/100_1022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5649/1814/320/100_1022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Mr. Darkside&gt;discussion=disorganization+rubbish+waste time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created this blog during Thinking Sills Discussion. From the quote, it was a disaster,and I'll call it "monkey business"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18520376-113083490256277804?l=bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/feeds/113083490256277804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18520376&amp;postID=113083490256277804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113083490256277804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18520376/posts/default/113083490256277804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayaro-kun.blogspot.com/2005/11/monkeys-business.html' title='Monkey&apos;s Business'/><author><name>TzeYang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
