<?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-6116255052012920838</id><updated>2012-02-06T22:18:31.450+08:00</updated><category term='holiday'/><category term='movie'/><title type='text'>Just Keep Smiling</title><subtitle type='html'>behind a smile.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>250</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-5610415028855381224</id><published>2011-12-31T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:40:36.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye-bye, 2011</title><content type='html'>So it's the last day of 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite the run, this year--probably because it came with this much change.&lt;br /&gt;On this very day last year, I was in Genting Highlands with my friends, I was still such a kid back then.&amp;nbsp;Today, here I am in Taiwan, pursuing my dreams alone in this foreign place I never thought I'd be studying at. There has been so many things that I've learned this year, and I've matured considerably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that my friends are more important than my family,&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that things will work out even if we don't put effort in what we do,&lt;br /&gt;I used to think of just so much bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad this year turned out to be what it was, because of that only would I be who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful of the people that scowled, scolded, and disregarded me--I've become stronger, and more hardened because of you people. Like they say, "what doesn't kill you can only make you stronger", eh?&lt;br /&gt;So even if you dislike/disliked me, thank you, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am even more appreciative of everyone that supported me, and ushered me forward throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;My parents, especially. They taught me so much when I was back in Malaysia, being constantly under their supervision and care. They taught me even more important lessons through the long, expensive international phone calls. They supported me with their voices, and kept me moving forward even when I thought I was done trying. They never gave up on me, even when I was on the wrong path. They've been trying their best to satisfy my wants, even when I don't need anything more luxurious than what I currently have. Being here in Taiwan made me realize things so much more, with an even more accurate precision. I simply cannot put my feelings into words, as even the deepest of words would not be up to par with how I feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Father and Mother. Thank you for all that you've given, done, and sacrificed for me up until this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, my friends, and my associates. I know that sometimes I'm an ass to work with, but thank you one and all, for all the tolerance and acceptance that you've given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a year of growth, appreciation and gratefulness,&lt;br /&gt;which also means that 2011 was a blast,&lt;br /&gt;and I've everyone in my life to thank for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely wish that 2012 would be yet another great year,&lt;br /&gt;not only for me, but for everyone around me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memories of this year, according to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--uPOYkv81TY/Tv6NkXBUTDI/AAAAAAAACR8/TzxI2q6sLlo/s1600/168055_10150143917065259_647445258_8539221_8104039_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--uPOYkv81TY/Tv6NkXBUTDI/AAAAAAAACR8/TzxI2q6sLlo/s400/168055_10150143917065259_647445258_8539221_8104039_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Part of my friends :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ns8POoTrbYs/Tv6NlAK9fQI/AAAAAAAACSA/K0yo1rR-Hm4/s1600/189915_1608279243903_1143848235_31333161_5525110_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ns8POoTrbYs/Tv6NlAK9fQI/AAAAAAAACSA/K0yo1rR-Hm4/s400/189915_1608279243903_1143848235_31333161_5525110_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Voted for Class Guidance Counselor 3-1 @ NTNU Back Garden&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V4u--uC-wdU/Tv6NmDxRdlI/AAAAAAAACSI/RxXc8yJc6Mk/s1600/206234_1946858987739_1130482443_32270715_2282692_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V4u--uC-wdU/Tv6NmDxRdlI/AAAAAAAACSI/RxXc8yJc6Mk/s400/206234_1946858987739_1130482443_32270715_2282692_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;10 legged, 11 people race @ NTNU Sports Day&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-olxZJDamln4/Tv6No2AR1HI/AAAAAAAACSU/oa7s2N9CejM/s1600/207045_10150191590783489_834228488_6808723_7051898_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-olxZJDamln4/Tv6No2AR1HI/AAAAAAAACSU/oa7s2N9CejM/s400/207045_10150191590783489_834228488_6808723_7051898_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sportsday 3-1 @ NTNU field&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BJM7gdOqyDc/Tv6Q0hOJ6nI/AAAAAAAACT8/fQs-HI8gyGc/s1600/300061_10150361962080991_608995990_10265469_222217301_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BJM7gdOqyDc/Tv6Q0hOJ6nI/AAAAAAAACT8/fQs-HI8gyGc/s400/300061_10150361962080991_608995990_10265469_222217301_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outing @ Taiping Zoo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmRlO5fgYcQ/Tv6OEhoWhvI/AAAAAAAACS0/pk9SkYvDwXY/s1600/314696_10150329309609076_797564075_7806475_67364937_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmRlO5fgYcQ/Tv6OEhoWhvI/AAAAAAAACS0/pk9SkYvDwXY/s400/314696_10150329309609076_797564075_7806475_67364937_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy dear's Birthday Celebration @ Sunway Pyramid&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SPNyX2gUjWc/Tv86tV_QIhI/AAAAAAAACUI/XH5ZZk3Fo8s/s1600/300690_10150312390334025_669159024_7745295_5619530_n+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SPNyX2gUjWc/Tv86tV_QIhI/AAAAAAAACUI/XH5ZZk3Fo8s/s320/300690_10150312390334025_669159024_7745295_5619530_n+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papa, Mommy, Baby Brother &amp;amp; I.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hmV6M-f0O_0/Tv6NskAwheI/AAAAAAAACSs/Lhr-GRpOLAU/s1600/314608_168448036579554_100002430776555_318677_1663329799_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hmV6M-f0O_0/Tv6NskAwheI/AAAAAAAACSs/Lhr-GRpOLAU/s400/314608_168448036579554_100002430776555_318677_1663329799_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asking questions @ Overseas Chinese Students Q&amp;amp;A, China Culture University&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm5lCB3hFSk/Tv6NpkZb7EI/AAAAAAAACSc/-VfHtPFUdG0/s1600/301414_168454479912243_100002430776555_318777_2075661178_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm5lCB3hFSk/Tv6NpkZb7EI/AAAAAAAACSc/-VfHtPFUdG0/s400/301414_168454479912243_100002430776555_318777_2075661178_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Groupshot @ 國父紀念館&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cq4VpGyRMUQ/Tv6OFOtrA5I/AAAAAAAACS4/F3t-mV6fZhE/s1600/316655_2204551508991_1103472653_31810659_794362520_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cq4VpGyRMUQ/Tv6OFOtrA5I/AAAAAAAACS4/F3t-mV6fZhE/s400/316655_2204551508991_1103472653_31810659_794362520_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Canteen Day @ NTNU. Class 1-11&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XnBUqz2buhU/Tv6OFxHcdeI/AAAAAAAACTA/zJEd6ARwats/s1600/373861_2254208110375_1103472653_31830365_1449710698_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XnBUqz2buhU/Tv6OFxHcdeI/AAAAAAAACTA/zJEd6ARwats/s320/373861_2254208110375_1103472653_31830365_1449710698_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sports Day @ NTNU&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qixgZ3fex00/Tv6OGwoRM3I/AAAAAAAACTI/IdUX4EX5lc4/s1600/379120_2212915176816_1665653488_1684764_206937224_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qixgZ3fex00/Tv6OGwoRM3I/AAAAAAAACTI/IdUX4EX5lc4/s320/379120_2212915176816_1665653488_1684764_206937224_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner outing @ Linkou&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A8PH8qN8SsY/Tv6OHqFlkwI/AAAAAAAACTQ/HSZrbiNJBdA/s1600/384004_10150463818563706_558483705_8462254_362088763_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A8PH8qN8SsY/Tv6OHqFlkwI/AAAAAAAACTQ/HSZrbiNJBdA/s320/384004_10150463818563706_558483705_8462254_362088763_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas @ School&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owzREjZpC0c/Tv6OIqe21WI/AAAAAAAACTY/22yOl0Z-Z64/s1600/388399_10150483661836412_658916411_10423922_1767579945_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owzREjZpC0c/Tv6OIqe21WI/AAAAAAAACTY/22yOl0Z-Z64/s320/388399_10150483661836412_658916411_10423922_1767579945_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jay Chou's Signature/Concert @ XimenDing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6wwwhxEEeps/Tv6OJJAr5lI/AAAAAAAACTg/6l6P3_i66J8/s1600/408887_2411485602214_1103472653_31893304_1871597195_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6wwwhxEEeps/Tv6OJJAr5lI/AAAAAAAACTg/6l6P3_i66J8/s320/408887_2411485602214_1103472653_31893304_1871597195_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Randomshot @ Taipei MRT Station&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGIUw8KG37Q/Tv6PGtggj3I/AAAAAAAACTw/hV34YChtzeE/s1600/311779_2204514988078_1103472653_31810560_354662559_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGIUw8KG37Q/Tv6PGtggj3I/AAAAAAAACTw/hV34YChtzeE/s320/311779_2204514988078_1103472653_31810560_354662559_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;then there's me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything, everyone. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-5610415028855381224?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5610415028855381224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5610415028855381224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2011/12/bye-bye-2011.html' title='Bye-bye, 2011'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--uPOYkv81TY/Tv6NkXBUTDI/AAAAAAAACR8/TzxI2q6sLlo/s72-c/168055_10150143917065259_647445258_8539221_8104039_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-5078911938353596449</id><published>2011-12-10T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:06:21.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barely legal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm 18 now, &lt;i&gt;barely &lt;/i&gt;legal, but &lt;u&gt;legal&lt;/u&gt;, nonetheless. ;))&lt;/div&gt;Had my 18th birthday cake two days ago--&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;December 08&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rdt5jsGkL5I/TuM2R7S2I9I/AAAAAAAACRE/hZgdwJlT3Gg/s1600/383875_10150488785632328_618902327_8588211_1455672695_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rdt5jsGkL5I/TuM2R7S2I9I/AAAAAAAACRE/hZgdwJlT3Gg/s320/383875_10150488785632328_618902327_8588211_1455672695_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the stuff that looks like blood? Ketchup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How'd it get there? Birthday parties.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had a very enjoyable day for my 18th birthday, I was really content.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was truly better than I thought it would be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you, everyone that wished me, that celebrated with me, that surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really busy these days, couldn't find a suitable time to update my blog,&lt;br /&gt;but stay tuned, I tend to be late, but I'm worth the wait.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-5078911938353596449?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5078911938353596449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5078911938353596449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2011/12/barely-legal.html' title='Barely legal'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rdt5jsGkL5I/TuM2R7S2I9I/AAAAAAAACRE/hZgdwJlT3Gg/s72-c/383875_10150488785632328_618902327_8588211_1455672695_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-8731449818716645230</id><published>2011-11-06T02:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T02:11:50.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another post in the "Drafts" section.&lt;div&gt;I'll update soon, perhaps in a few days' time, after my exams.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just keep smiling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-8731449818716645230?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/8731449818716645230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/8731449818716645230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-post-in-drafts-section.html' title=''/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-8090873256396808054</id><published>2011-10-10T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T19:19:56.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stones &amp; Gems</title><content type='html'>Music often bookmarks itself to our memories, be it a picture-perfect piece of memory that we're especially fond of, or a horrid memory that we would never want to relive again. It's a Friday night that I started on this post, and I've been thinking about...stuff for the past few hours, reluctant to have a step outside for a breather--not because it's raining, but rather, I just find my current life to be such a void. I'm studying, yes, and I'm slowly, but steadily proceeding towards my goal, a place in one of the top universities in Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's actually all pretty figured out--study hard, get accepted into the university that I want, graduate with top honours, get a good job with a handsome pay, work, and then settle back into dust. Oh and&amp;nbsp;getting married maybe, somewhere along the way. Have a kid or two, and impart what knowledge that I've gained throughout my life. But then again, I don't really see marriage and me coming to a truce within the next 10years of my life, or if ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLDjxdI1aM/TpLvUGQlTfI/AAAAAAAACQU/fsXJ_hU8ptA/s1600/Simple_by_Kvikken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLDjxdI1aM/TpLvUGQlTfI/AAAAAAAACQU/fsXJ_hU8ptA/s320/Simple_by_Kvikken.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, it's actually pretty simple, no? Life. But then again it's always so complicated, no matter how simple we may plan it to be. Life tends to want to screw us over even when we've plotted our own life's graph from top to bottom with excruciating detail, with the precision of a master marksman. It's a bitch. That isn't without attitude. We're forced to play by the rules that it sets for us, whether we like it, or not. If you're born talented, you're blessed with the luxury of being able to just sing your way to fame, or draw, or whatever. You get the idea. But what if you're born without those assets? What if you're born with a genetic disorder that causes you to have both male and female characteristics in you? What if you were born being as plain as paper? What&amp;nbsp;if&amp;nbsp;you're just not gifted? What then; have you ever wondered?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day, I was with my friends, we were at the basketball courts, looking at people doing their thing. It made me think to myself, "Whoa, they're so good!" I looked on with my friends, and from being impressed, I went to self-questioning. You'd always hear that we're good at something, that &lt;i&gt;everybody&lt;/i&gt;'s good at something; but have you ever wondered about yourself? Have you ever truly able to convince yourself, that you're actually &lt;i&gt;good &lt;/i&gt;at something? Whatever it may be? Because honestly, I was never able to convince myself that I excelled in a certain field. It's not your typical low-self esteem symptoms, I assure you, that is not the case. I've just been reflecting upon myself and my abilities, my forté's. I'm not particularly good at something, no master of any one skill. I'm a jack of all trades, also translated as: bloody useless. I've tried, you see. I've tried to be adept at basketball, to be good at badminton, or to be amazing at volleyball. I don't know whether did I try hard enough, but at least I did. It comes to play, that whole born talented thing, don't you think so? Some people are just better at some stuff than others-there are pros at basketball, dancing, swimming, singing, acting, looking good, whatever; and then there's...me. Honestly, I've always admired people who are gifted--whatever it is that you're good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCXzVL_eSso/TpLvTrTZ1RI/AAAAAAAACQQ/H7IkVjVyxfg/s1600/good_morning_by_jaymeels-d3acd94.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCXzVL_eSso/TpLvTrTZ1RI/AAAAAAAACQQ/H7IkVjVyxfg/s320/good_morning_by_jaymeels-d3acd94.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if so, what am I good at then? I'm not as good as the others on the basketball court, or on the sports scene, for that matter. I must be good at something else, right? I &lt;i&gt;must &lt;/i&gt;be. That was what I thought until I continued my descend into the little room of achievements locked away inside my mind's maze. Achievements, achievements..what have I achieved so far in my life? What gratifying act have I done? Saved any damsels in distress perhaps? As far as I know, all that I've done throughout these years are nothing more than a pile of stuff that shares the same value of a pile of horse manure. In layman terms, I haven't achieved anything noteworthy at all; nor am I currently good at something. If I die tomorrow, I'd be one hell of a depressed spirit if I'm asked about what have I attained in my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody's good at something, is just a lie people started to invent, probably since they realize that they're just not good enough at something compared to others. This is what I think right now. Perhaps it's because of the people around me; they're so popular, they're so good with sports, they're so good with mathematics, whatever it is. But not me. I'm just so average that it stings so badly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWcE_UwHWAM/TpLvTBrk_8I/AAAAAAAACQM/A2FTIVZ8VUg/s1600/fail_by_Propaganda_Panda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWcE_UwHWAM/TpLvTBrk_8I/AAAAAAAACQM/A2FTIVZ8VUg/s320/fail_by_Propaganda_Panda.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm just not good enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I'm striving to improve myself, one way, or the other. I &lt;i&gt;will&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;rise above the rocks, and get a spot for myself with the gems. And so will &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;; do not ever think, for one second, that you're just an average Joe or Jane, because even the most average of people can transform themselves into amazing individuals, they just need to &lt;i&gt;try hard enough&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Life isn't fair; it never was. That's why average people would have to work harder than the blessed ones to actually be on-par with them, just don't ever give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-8090873256396808054?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/8090873256396808054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/8090873256396808054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2011/10/stones-gems.html' title='Stones &amp; Gems'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLDjxdI1aM/TpLvUGQlTfI/AAAAAAAACQU/fsXJ_hU8ptA/s72-c/Simple_by_Kvikken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-5624888402701171313</id><published>2011-09-12T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T19:53:41.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Autumn Festival</title><content type='html'>So here I am, back in Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classes are scheduled to start sometime this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what do I want right now, at this moment, is to be at home with my family and my friends. Back to everything that's familiar to me, to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with them, like always. To be able to hold a lantern again without people telling me that I'm too old to be playing with lanterns. I wish that life came with a damn rewind button, is what I want right now. To think, I used to thought that it was so stupid, doing all those things with my family, like, lanterns? Really? Lanterns with music were more like it. Those that looked like Mickey, Donald, or whatever that was the hit that time, waaay back then. Those were the epitome of &lt;i&gt;bad-assery&lt;/i&gt;. To a kid, that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xhGFEsoa5bw/Tm3r2OdGefI/AAAAAAAACOM/KG_--rtfxjs/s1600/Mid_Autumn_Lanterns_by_emberInc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xhGFEsoa5bw/Tm3r2OdGefI/AAAAAAAACOM/KG_--rtfxjs/s320/Mid_Autumn_Lanterns_by_emberInc.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's Mid-Autumn Festival today, or 中秋節, or Mooncake Festival, however you want to call it. It's going to be the first time I spend it away from my family, away from home. It...feels different. We're looking at the same moon, but a different night's sky. We're celebrating the same festival, the same occasion..but with a different mood, a different sensation. Mooncakes, lanterns, people..I realize now, that it's not about the things we do at times, but rather, &lt;i&gt;who &lt;/i&gt;do we do it with that actually counts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few years back, I was at Guangzhou, China. I celebrated Christmas there--for once, away from my family. I was happy, because it was a change. And new was always good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I learned a chinese poem there, it was about the moon, and about the people in the author's life. Which fits today, and my current mood oh so perfectly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;明月幾時有，把酒問青天。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;不知天上宮闕，今夕是何年。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;我欲乘風歸去，又恐瓊樓玉宇，高處不勝寒。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;起舞弄清影，何似在人間!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;轉朱閣，低綺戶，照無眠。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;不應有恨，何事長向別時圓?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;人有悲歡離合，月有陰晴圓缺，此事古難全。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;但願人長久，千里共嬋娟。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;水調歌頭 &amp;nbsp;- 蘇軾&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm actually pretty darn teary right now. *laughs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you're reading my blog, chances are, you're not that adept at the chinese language, so I'll try my best to translate it for you, aye. Here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;When does the moon appear clear and bright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;As I raise my glass of wine, I ask the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;What season is it today, up in the heavens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;I'd like to ride on the winds to go home, but I fear the heights and distances of the mountains are too high and cold for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Dancing with my shadow under the moonlit night, I don't feel that I'm in the human realm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;The moon turns the scarlet mansion, it shines upon the silk doors and the sleepless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Bearing no grudge, but why is the moon full, when people are apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Joy and sorrow, departure and arrival is all about in the human world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;The moon also, may sometimes be bright and full, sometimes dim and imperfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;This has always been, since the beginning of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;May we all be blessed with longevity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;though we may be far apart, we are still able to admire the beauty of the moon together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a2ByQF0jJlk/Tm3r1Cb3ABI/AAAAAAAACOE/sL1kSW3d520/s1600/mid_autumn_festival_by_haitran1989-d2zcobk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a2ByQF0jJlk/Tm3r1Cb3ABI/AAAAAAAACOE/sL1kSW3d520/s320/mid_autumn_festival_by_haitran1989-d2zcobk.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Controlling my tears have never been my forté..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Things can't go back to the way it was; its so frustrating, but yet, so very poignant. Everything that happened in the past will remain the past, no matter how much we want things to be the way it was. Life's just too short, and us, as humans, we don't cherish nearly enough for everything to be perfect. We tend to decide that things are stupid at that moment, and usually discord happens. But when we think about it days, months, or years later..was it all worth it? Hurting the people you love, or missing the chance to do something so exclusive, so once-in-a-lifetime, just because you acted on a spur of the moment. Was it all worth it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do not regret when it comes to my past mistakes. Because all that molded me into who I am today. Thank you, everyone. I am grateful and appreciative. And sorry if I've ever crossed you.. I know that sorry doesn't change anything, and perhaps it came a bit too late from me; just keep in mind that you've played a part into making me a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pmPu5_kUQjI/Tm3r0kIPQdI/AAAAAAAACOA/Y1Ec31BbLZM/s1600/Mid_Autumn_by_evenstar6q.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pmPu5_kUQjI/Tm3r0kIPQdI/AAAAAAAACOA/Y1Ec31BbLZM/s400/Mid_Autumn_by_evenstar6q.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To my family, and all of my friends:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Happy Mid-Autumn Festival&lt;/span&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love you guys. :')&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-5624888402701171313?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5624888402701171313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5624888402701171313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2011/09/mid-autumn-festival.html' title='Mid-Autumn Festival'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xhGFEsoa5bw/Tm3r2OdGefI/AAAAAAAACOM/KG_--rtfxjs/s72-c/Mid_Autumn_Lanterns_by_emberInc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-7540681573603946154</id><published>2011-08-28T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T15:50:44.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>When we were young, looking forward to being grown-up was almost all that mattered in our minds-being able to drive and go to whatever places that we wished to at any moment of the day, being able to drink soft drinks all day long without a care in the world, being able to stay up late and watch movies, but the best part was being grown up means we answer to nobody, but ourselves... That was the dream, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-whYkhI3Txfc/TlnyFuT4cSI/AAAAAAAACN0/In8q5FnOOhA/s1600/infancy_by_anarchy93.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-whYkhI3Txfc/TlnyFuT4cSI/AAAAAAAACN0/In8q5FnOOhA/s320/infancy_by_anarchy93.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we grew up.&lt;br /&gt;We found out, that being able to drive requires us to be constantly alert on the road, and that one little mistake may be the last scene that an unfortunate person sees that day.&lt;br /&gt;We found out, that being able to go all over the place means that we're required to go to places that we didn't want to, even more than when we were still young.&lt;br /&gt;We found out, that drinking soft drinks all day long will land us into diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;We found out, that being able to stay up late to do whatever it is that we want to would put us into a state of zombie-comatose the very next day, and we'd be so worn out, that we'd want to sleep in all day long, wasting our lives away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is that we found out was when we answer to nobody, we unknowingly loaded lots of responsibility on our own shoulders. Anything and everything we do will not be blamed onto our parents anymore, but rather, ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3EQ3Ooz9-u4/TlnyHfMSunI/AAAAAAAACN8/cyTzL3ZiCDI/s1600/Toddler_Pinata_by_bagofdoritos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3EQ3Ooz9-u4/TlnyHfMSunI/AAAAAAAACN8/cyTzL3ZiCDI/s400/Toddler_Pinata_by_bagofdoritos.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up was, and still is an amazing experience.&lt;br /&gt;We learn so much throughout the days, months and years. We slowly get exposed to new things, we constantly learn more and more with each passing day, it was exciting to wake up everyday to think that we're growing up, day by day, and sooner or later, we'll be able to do things like drive when we reach eighteen; we're excited by the fact that we'll soon be able to be the kings or queens of our own life; we're astounded by the freedom that is given to us increasingly, day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GcH2Dk_imMc/TlnyGzsa-EI/AAAAAAAACN4/-3cDuQz0DlI/s1600/j04285192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GcH2Dk_imMc/TlnyGzsa-EI/AAAAAAAACN4/-3cDuQz0DlI/s400/j04285192.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being grown up, or at least until this stage of my life-grown up, isn't as awesome as I thought it'd be.&lt;br /&gt;The responsibility on our shoulders to study hard, the knowledge that we've gained throughout the years that tells us; differentiates our every move from right and wrong increases. Especially the responsibility. We slowly realize that life, in all its seriousness, isn't a walk down at the park, but rather an excruciatingly brutal and materialistic journey. A journey that may or may not turn out to be "happily ever after" like in the fairy tales. It killed our childhood fantasy that one day; someday, we'll be rich, like Scrooge McDuck as long as we're hardworking. Growing up taught me; taught us that hard work alone is insufficient if we want to be like that fictional duck. Being grown up also meant that I'd need to cast away my wants, and incorporate the needs into my life, more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, ATM machines seemed like magic-money making things to me. With that godly little card, adults could get money just like that. I thought that those paper that the adults call money were acquired like that, but not from working their asses off. I thought the world was so beautiful, and that everyone was nice to me without some sort of a motive behind their minds. When I was young, crying seemed to get me almost every single thing that I wanted. All I needed to do back then, was my homework. My duties were confined to only sleeping early, and doing my homework. Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-GC53J9ySw/TlnyEy0ev0I/AAAAAAAACNw/HOqqx38DkHs/s1600/how-i-met-your-mother-cast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-GC53J9ySw/TlnyEy0ev0I/AAAAAAAACNw/HOqqx38DkHs/s400/how-i-met-your-mother-cast.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just had to grow up, and get to know things.&lt;br /&gt;My fantasies that I thought were fact were shattered and cast away into the wind. Money was acquired from the ATM from the bank, where our money was kept. Money that we earn through months, if not years to obtain. People were nice to me because they wanted something in return from me, and crying right now does not, and will not net me anything at all, but it is destructive to my image in people's minds. People would think I'm pathetic, and weak. Growing up meant I needed to be strong and capable in so many different fields. From sleeping early to doing my homework, it has increased to such a height that I didn't even think about when I was young. I learned that being excellent means being average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up stinks.&lt;br /&gt;People start leaving our lives at one point or another. Be it friends who leave to other places to study, family members migrating to other places to live, or people we know departing to the afterlife. We start to learn so much, that what we initially thought was awesome turned out to be not-so-nice, if not awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_N15MKgVMw/Tlnx8M_IRWI/AAAAAAAACNk/Okvka8D-vDo/s1600/elderly-people-on-computer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_N15MKgVMw/Tlnx8M_IRWI/AAAAAAAACNk/Okvka8D-vDo/s400/elderly-people-on-computer.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the mess in this post, dear blog-there's actually so much I want to express, but its all caught up in my mind's web, entangled. I may seem like I'm fine with everything, but deep down, I think I'm still a little kid, torn apart between my fantasies and my facts, desperately still trying to salvage what's left of my broken spaceship, the Fantasy. I want so much, but I don't need so much. I try to tell myself that I'm already grown up, and it's time to act that way-to act mature. I think I'm mature enough, but then I found out that, yes, I'm mature, but not mature enough. Still not enough. There's so much more that needs to be done, so much more that I need to learn. I think we all do. And we always will, until the day we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs* The other day, I was at this Japanese restaurant. There was a short story on the table inside, titled&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; An Interview With God&lt;/span&gt;. One sentence was about how fascinated God is about human beings that we get bored with childhood, long to grow up, and then to find ourselves wishing that we were young again. It's so true, aye? I'm sure there's at least one, if not all of us that wishes that we were children again. Those innocent days when what mommy and daddy said mattered the most, when we could simply throw tantrums to avoid doing things we dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZAWFHxtbXQ/Tlnx-rgOoXI/AAAAAAAACNs/An0wu_rgUOw/s1600/grave_by_gelfling822.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZAWFHxtbXQ/Tlnx-rgOoXI/AAAAAAAACNs/An0wu_rgUOw/s320/grave_by_gelfling822.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those days are long gone, we're all inevitably growing up moment by moment, and the world requires us to be grown up. Fantasies should be remained as fantasies, dreams should be tuned into goals, facts and fictions should be differentiated from one another.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of thinking about the same things all the time, you know? So tired of so many things. So tired of being grown up, even when I'm still not fully grown up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-7540681573603946154?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/7540681573603946154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/7540681573603946154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2011/08/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-whYkhI3Txfc/TlnyFuT4cSI/AAAAAAAACN0/In8q5FnOOhA/s72-c/infancy_by_anarchy93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-5570028952033961630</id><published>2011-07-23T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T01:07:48.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Humanity is just so disgusting, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-5570028952033961630?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5570028952033961630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5570028952033961630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2011/07/humanity-is-just-so-disgusting-no.html' title=''/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-6562570120582840008</id><published>2011-06-27T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T00:05:28.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pieces</title><content type='html'>Memories are the things that we've experienced, they are the things that help remind us of what we've been through; they are the things that keeps us together, even though we're apart from one another. They remind us, of who we were, what we did, but most importantly, they're the important bits and pieces that makes us whole-into who we are today.&amp;nbsp;Every passing moment is precious, and every single second irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn_Ef6f6syY/TgilYfHhifI/AAAAAAAACMs/DVhEU3-8xak/s1600/5932_1233082826436_1210129016_30707934_5087160_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn_Ef6f6syY/TgilYfHhifI/AAAAAAAACMs/DVhEU3-8xak/s1600/5932_1233082826436_1210129016_30707934_5087160_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Paintball day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mKP_sp_XDsE/TgilZ_z7T1I/AAAAAAAACM8/N6EEvU178gg/s1600/henryb%2527day3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mKP_sp_XDsE/TgilZ_z7T1I/AAAAAAAACM8/N6EEvU178gg/s1600/henryb%2527day3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Henry Ting &amp;amp; Khoon Seng's birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading my old blog posts with my friends Hong Nian and Teoh the other night, from 2008 to 2011, I've changed so much compared to back then. I even express myself in my blog differently, now. And the things that I post about are more filled with thought and feelings, in contrast with back then, when blogging was like writing my own diary-every single post was almost filled with things I do everyday, or simply things that I experienced daily, physically or emotionally. Those days are gone now, the days that I thought would've been so much better if left behind me, the days that I thought are so very &lt;i&gt;lifeless&lt;/i&gt;. Now that I think about it, "what the hell was I thinking?!", I find myself wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NvAujYlySZE/TgilYk-fVAI/AAAAAAAACMw/JCKro5KhU6o/s1600/7827_165446580258_647445258_4150935_6863804_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NvAujYlySZE/TgilYk-fVAI/AAAAAAAACMw/JCKro5KhU6o/s1600/7827_165446580258_647445258_4150935_6863804_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bryan Liew's birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is actually more often than not, that people-as in everybody would be thinking that they're so very "lifeless", or "bored". Nobody actually takes the time to think, that every single moment experienced is once-in-a-lifetime. You will not feel the same as you did, at that exact same time, at that exact same date. Instead, everybody just takes these moments and periods for granted, and complain about them-expressing their unhappiness about everything. Have you ever stopped whining when you're bored, and instead use that time to do something more beneficial for yourself, if not for the people around you? Read a book, maybe. Or even just reflect. That's already better than being "bored", or "lifeless". Teenagers, especially-these days, almost every single day they're complaining that they've "nothing to do", when studying, as being as student, is actually the most fundamental thing that they should be doing. I remember complaining to my mother back then that I was dead bored, when I was still nothing but a typical run-of-the-mill teenage boy. I remember telling my friends that I "didn't have a life". It went on and on, until I got fed-up of using these terms; as they won't make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fi8Rvdb15gA/TgikWDWNiEI/AAAAAAAACMg/hbSv6z9kJgo/s1600/DSC02612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fi8Rvdb15gA/TgikWDWNiEI/AAAAAAAACMg/hbSv6z9kJgo/s1600/DSC02612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bored teens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that every fleeting moment, be it boring or not, is exclusive to you, and only you. The individual, unique feeling that only you and yourself are entitled to-they should not be wasted on mindlessly whining about how "boring" your current situation is. It's actually up to you to change that. To be having a better time for yourself. I realized that those days in high school, when I thought that things just won't end, when I thought that "I can't wait to get myself out of this place"...I realized that those days could've actually been more meaningful than I thought they could ever be. Looking at the past, I've been such a brat. I thought that I was bored every single day, and that I was at the epitome of lifelessness. I didn't know how to cherish, until they were truly gone-as I wished they'd be. High school's really over now, and everybody's left the place that they thought were mindlessly hard to go by. Ask anyone of them right now though, and they'll tell you the same thing: they miss high school-the place that they thought so badly of, high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07nh5AUghZ0/TgilaZ4zqmI/AAAAAAAACNE/SJR3-7vvevk/s1600/P6210655.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07nh5AUghZ0/TgilaZ4zqmI/AAAAAAAACNE/SJR3-7vvevk/s1600/P6210655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lovely family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as "being bored", or "being lifeless".&lt;br /&gt;The true meaning behind these statements in fact, are: You're wasting your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment is precious, and every single second irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore hold on tight, and never let go of them, even if they seem to be worthless at that very millisecond.&lt;br /&gt;Time is of the essence, they say. And true, that. So very true.&lt;br /&gt;Cherish every single thing that you have right now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wIynwfXhj_E/TgilZfrIbeI/AAAAAAAACM4/J3bzFNcbIwI/s1600/DSC01835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wIynwfXhj_E/TgilZfrIbeI/AAAAAAAACM4/J3bzFNcbIwI/s1600/DSC01835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My most-loved parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZxVCNrOIy0/TgikHDomSpI/AAAAAAAACMc/ZNzZRWjoN04/s1600/P6210657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZxVCNrOIy0/TgikHDomSpI/AAAAAAAACMc/ZNzZRWjoN04/s1600/P6210657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandparents, brother and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xUrKNlF5mWo/TgilZEqxziI/AAAAAAAACM0/1RLzswxduLU/s1600/DSC01505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xUrKNlF5mWo/TgilZEqxziI/AAAAAAAACM0/1RLzswxduLU/s1600/DSC01505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before Aunt Lin Sie's wedding, the bride herself, and my brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iuwb8WKqwls/TgilYCnhk-I/AAAAAAAACMo/_k2WItHcjec/s1600/5249_105335526905_637846905_2512634_2410994_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iuwb8WKqwls/TgilYCnhk-I/AAAAAAAACMo/_k2WItHcjec/s1600/5249_105335526905_637846905_2512634_2410994_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yin Jen's birthday party, 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-malY1GygBQc/TgilaPHnRjI/AAAAAAAACNA/DeGoG2e2bwA/s1600/P6210652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-malY1GygBQc/TgilaPHnRjI/AAAAAAAACNA/DeGoG2e2bwA/s1600/P6210652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fathers' Day, 2009, KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e0jQKRGDZZc/TgikXkqnSeI/AAAAAAAACMk/h1meQVL3W7E/s1600/17062011381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e0jQKRGDZZc/TgikXkqnSeI/AAAAAAAACMk/h1meQVL3W7E/s320/17062011381.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My overseas friends and I, the day they were leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and never ever take them for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If it's not bad, make it good; if it's already good, make it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories and time;&lt;br /&gt;they're never fully within our grasps,&lt;br /&gt;we can only try our best to make the most out of them,&lt;br /&gt;and never forget, that you won't be able to experience any day twice.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever take them for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But most importantly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;no matter what you do, no matter what the circumstances,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;just keep smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-6562570120582840008?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6562570120582840008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6562570120582840008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2011/06/pieces.html' title='The Pieces'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn_Ef6f6syY/TgilYfHhifI/AAAAAAAACMs/DVhEU3-8xak/s72-c/5932_1233082826436_1210129016_30707934_5087160_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-1230669926849988922</id><published>2011-06-19T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T13:25:33.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rrBEyvIzgsQ/Tf2IGE3XqiI/AAAAAAAACL4/v3yCGMHAJSY/s1600/11035_195375322071_617497071_2900226_3751517_n+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rrBEyvIzgsQ/Tf2IGE3XqiI/AAAAAAAACL4/v3yCGMHAJSY/s320/11035_195375322071_617497071_2900226_3751517_n+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's June 19, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;What day is today? It's Father's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day, dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being such a great father to me over the years, I'm very proud to be your son. If I were to be given a choice, to choose between you, David Beckham, Andy Lau or even the King himself for my father, I'd still choose you. I just can't imagine anyone else that I'll be calling "father" to, that, and also because you're doing one hell of a job being the main pillar in our simple family. Thank you for everything that you have done for us, and also thank you for choosing mom. I'd probably still stick to my view that you got married too early, but then again, if you didn't, god knows where would I be right now-but there most certainly won't be a 17 and a half year-old teenager, dedicating this post to you from Taiwan at this very moment, telling you how much he appreciates you for all you've done-your sacrifices, and your place in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;from both your sons,&lt;br /&gt;Ang U-Guan &amp;amp; Ang U-S'ng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-1230669926849988922?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1230669926849988922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1230669926849988922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers&apos; Day'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rrBEyvIzgsQ/Tf2IGE3XqiI/AAAAAAAACL4/v3yCGMHAJSY/s72-c/11035_195375322071_617497071_2900226_3751517_n+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-1841412069098483494</id><published>2011-05-22T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T23:49:13.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making It There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9BQOlH3-ofY/TdkwTPoifLI/AAAAAAAACL0/6PH_rmJfJ_c/s1600/7d57aa049ef34cfeba4b2036ca20b5a5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9BQOlH3-ofY/TdkwTPoifLI/AAAAAAAACL0/6PH_rmJfJ_c/s320/7d57aa049ef34cfeba4b2036ca20b5a5.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at some point of your life, you'd be thinking that there are so many things which you did in the past, actually are so bloody pointless. They're so pointless that all you do when you think about them is laugh. Hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe at one point in my life, I used to love video games so much, that I thought I'd end up as a professional gamer in the future. At another point, I thought popularity meant so much that I'd give myself a complete make-over, just to have people accepting me-for being someone that I'm not. I ended up having my grades looking worse than crap, and having me losing my original personality, my spice. And these two examples are nothing, compared to other things that I regret further. They're just so mind-blowingly dumb. So many things just aren't worth the time and effort that we pour in, when we think about them right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing up, and these are among the many things that I've learned throughout the past few years. Time waits for no one, and decisions called will make a difference in the future, one way or another. Therefore I won't waste my time anymore with random nonsense; I look forward to a transcendence in the future, that'll spawn a more perfect me. But until then, I'll keep growing up, and living my life to it's fullest, most meaningful way possible. I'll face harsh pavings, unclear paths;&lt;br /&gt;but I'll make it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I know I don't sound like your average teen, but y'know, I never did say I'm normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-1841412069098483494?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1841412069098483494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1841412069098483494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2011/05/making-it-there.html' title='Making It There'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9BQOlH3-ofY/TdkwTPoifLI/AAAAAAAACL0/6PH_rmJfJ_c/s72-c/7d57aa049ef34cfeba4b2036ca20b5a5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-8240375423061849433</id><published>2011-05-20T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T14:06:55.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intertwined</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m59IizMkLBM/TdYEsbSD0LI/AAAAAAAACLs/UOaXKtmxDr8/s1600/d013fb3bbd57dc9c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m59IizMkLBM/TdYEsbSD0LI/AAAAAAAACLs/UOaXKtmxDr8/s320/d013fb3bbd57dc9c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the thing is, I have tonnes of blog posts in my drafts section. Each one of them are written halfway; and left at that. I..think I can't write anymore. Lost, and unfocused would be the two words that keep my worlds interlocked with each other right now, things I should do, things I want to do; they all just clash with each other; just like my mind and my heart. They've always been at a bitter war with each other-at each other's necks, threatening to break the other, before they had theirs broken. I'm just so unsure and unclear, but somehow or rather, I'm still holding onto the things I know. I know that I want to be successful in the future; I know that I love music; I know that as long as my faith doesn't falter, I'd be unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Is it normal? To be lost every once in a while. Heck, I don't even think I've ever been "lost" when I've never even found my own direction-my own path before. I'm always stumbling here and there, from the ledges of the streets, to the undergrowths of the forests; trying to follow inspirational people in their footsteps. But halfway through the journey, I lose sight of the point of trying, when I know where my capabilities are, or when I know that I'm not the same as those people. Somehow, I don't even know what am I saying right now, and I'd hit the exit button again; and just let this post be; just like that. Like I've never written it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z5-zzelbr8c/TdYEneGI9WI/AAAAAAAACLo/752kVSLM3AQ/s1600/715f36db26601c7f485561c67b64e2a8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z5-zzelbr8c/TdYEneGI9WI/AAAAAAAACLo/752kVSLM3AQ/s320/715f36db26601c7f485561c67b64e2a8.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where does my zeal lie, my ardor, my passion when the others already do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just doubting so many things, that even facts and truths are slowly turning blur in my line of sight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for a way to get through the mist that clouds the sight of my mind's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so laughable, that day after day, I'm being in this state of mind, this weary, pathetic state. I know. I want to leave all of this too, but somehow, I'm shackled up and binded into the straight jacket that are made of my own demons; my own despairs. They tell me I'm not good enough, they tell me I won't succeed.&amp;nbsp;Their treacherous whispers poison my thoughts. I know I shouldn't listen, but I just can't.&amp;nbsp;I'd run, but where to?&amp;nbsp;The rays of hope don't pierce through the walls of my heart, and I'm but a prisoner of it's calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PyG_ed4fw4s/TdYEtBI_yyI/AAAAAAAACLw/F81pLhlIfxg/s1600/Up_is_Down_by_Konijntje+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PyG_ed4fw4s/TdYEtBI_yyI/AAAAAAAACLw/F81pLhlIfxg/s320/Up_is_Down_by_Konijntje+%25281%2529.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ups and downs of my worlds have their boundaries intertwined;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just lost in all the discord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-8240375423061849433?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/8240375423061849433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/8240375423061849433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2011/05/intertwined.html' title='Intertwined'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m59IizMkLBM/TdYEsbSD0LI/AAAAAAAACLs/UOaXKtmxDr8/s72-c/d013fb3bbd57dc9c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-4191319441498973991</id><published>2011-05-08T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:14:10.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl5_qRRSpBc/TcVrg_ugSGI/AAAAAAAACLg/DS1HrtoVwn4/s1600/04062010028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl5_qRRSpBc/TcVrg_ugSGI/AAAAAAAACLg/DS1HrtoVwn4/s320/04062010028.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers' Day, Mommy dearest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I hope I got you surprised. Heh. Secondly, sorry for not being a really filial son for the past 17 years, it's my fault and I should be accounted for. I always took so much of your sacrifices for granted, and because of that, I've made your tears come rolling down for countless times since I was a baby.. I bet it was really tough huh, when you were having me in your womb until today itself. Sorry, mommy. But thank you for sending me over here, because of that, I've grown even more, and I absolutely will not take things for granted anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I am today, even though I'm not academically amazing, I'm proud. I'm proud that I've such an amazing mother. I'm proud that I know so much about life, and how to be a good person. I'm happy, that you, of all people in this world, is my mother. If I were given a choice to choose the queen, or some other random lady out there are my mom, or you, I'd surely choose you, mommy. No doubt about that. Thank you for every thing you did for us-me and U-S'ng. The ups and downs that you gave us so much when I was young, when you were scolding us, when you were encouraging us, your sacrifices for us, your tender caring for us, and everything-be it big or small. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being such an awesome Mommy that every mom wants to be and every kid hopes to have.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHYylDK-4zw/TcVvZOWO_XI/AAAAAAAACLk/xkllzn5Ktf8/s1600/Happy_Mothers_Day_by_shahjee2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHYylDK-4zw/TcVvZOWO_XI/AAAAAAAACLk/xkllzn5Ktf8/s400/Happy_Mothers_Day_by_shahjee2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-4191319441498973991?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4191319441498973991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4191319441498973991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers&apos; Day'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl5_qRRSpBc/TcVrg_ugSGI/AAAAAAAACLg/DS1HrtoVwn4/s72-c/04062010028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-1953387314432034838</id><published>2011-05-01T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T22:45:41.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me A Smile</title><content type='html'>Life in Taiwan..isn't really what I'd like to call, "fun". It's another stage of life, it's a whole pristine environment that I'm still slowly accommodating to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey blog, been awhile, eh? But I'm back, perhaps for only one post, or maybe there's gonna be more in the future or something, I don't know. But hey, I'm back, and that's all that counts. So I've been here for around 2 and a half months now, more or less. To further my studies, to gain exposure, to gain knowledge. And it's no cakewalk, that is for sure. It's so much different compared to little old Malaysia. Little dusty, slow-moving Ipoh. I miss the days when I can just wake up to a lazy morning, laze around for a bit, then do my daily stuff. Slowly, at my own pace. Days here, they're just so much different. Every single day is so packed with stuff, every single day so quick and tiring. I miss home, that's for sure. Strange, how human beings always tend to miss things that they've lost, and took for granted in the past right? But that's just how things are. Without loss, we won't comprehend the joy of gaining something, without sorrow, there won't be happiness. It's all just about bringing ourselves to a state of equilibrium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been here, I've learned so much more about almost every aspect of life, more or less. Especially independence. Back home, if anything goes wrong, say, you get sick or something, even without friends, there's always home. Sweet, warm, home. When mommy or daddy would be by our side when we were sick, bring us to the doctor, and fetch us warm stuff and all that. Y'know, home. We had something to depend on-our parents. But life away from home, oh wow, it's spanking new and all, but damn. It's no-place like home. Funny huh, how I've always wanted to leave Malaysia to live and all, but now that I'm here. Oh wow. Home's sanctuary. I can't believe I took for granted, those days that were spent in so much serenity and in all it's slow-movingness, that little old town called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHxSIf_jO3g/Tb1tgA8ch5I/AAAAAAAACK4/-99VS0tltRQ/s1600/Home_by_Renrox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHxSIf_jO3g/Tb1tgA8ch5I/AAAAAAAACK4/-99VS0tltRQ/s400/Home_by_Renrox.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember everyday, back then? When we were still in high school, we gathered around each other's classes after recess, or even during lessons, that we'd do this, do that and stuff, right after high school. That we can't wait to leave that horrid place. But now, I don't know about the others,dear blog, but I miss high school so much. Even with all it's annoying rules and probably some people, it's one helluva place. I've made so many awesome friends there, and I can't be anymore happier. I miss the comfort of my hometown. It's still kinda hard to believe, even until today, that my high school chapter's over and done with. That I'm embarking on a new journey now, to the next page of the little book called life. My life. It still feels like a holiday, right now. These days in Taiwan. Except that it's more of an academically-based holiday here. With books. Lots of books. And stress. And stuff that you'd normally get when you're about to sit for an apocalyptic exam that'll decide the fate of you and your family's well-being in the future. Yeah. That's the exact kinda stress I'm facing here every bloody day. It's excruciating, really. But hey, since I'm here, might as well give it my all, right? My utmost, in fact. But it's just not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_lA6BLTXmGs/Tb1tg5VuWMI/AAAAAAAACK8/FpA9aaQNCPc/s1600/your_face_is_the_nightsky__by_meriltinnuwen-d3d5b4j.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_lA6BLTXmGs/Tb1tg5VuWMI/AAAAAAAACK8/FpA9aaQNCPc/s320/your_face_is_the_nightsky__by_meriltinnuwen-d3d5b4j.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Which leads me to think, why the hell is life so unfair? We've been had since we were born. "Fairness" is nothing but a damned lie, and everything that we've been taught that is fair, isn't one bit fair at all. Remember the times when you went to the playground as a kid, and there are other toddlers there playing with the equipment and stuff? Yeah? Remember not being able to play cause they're all occupied by those scrubs? Remember how frustrating was it all? Of course you do. And then, your mom or dad would be all, oh it's okay..we can come next time. So, wait. Whatever is it that happened to "fairness"? We're all kids, we're all young, we're all nasty, but why the hell couldn't you get into the swings? Or play see-saw? Cause you were late? Is that what mommy or daddy told you? Well that's not the point. The point's cause it's not fair. It's not fair that they were there first. Everybody should have the same starting point, but in life, we sooner or later realize, that in fact,&lt;i&gt; everybody's starting point is different&lt;/i&gt;. If you somehow or rather found someone that starts at the same point as you do, run. Why? Cause you've probably met a doppelgänger. Your doppelgänger. And that's just batshit insane, and downright impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the hell, is everything unfair? Why yes, Watson, yes it is.&amp;nbsp;Remember during a school exam, you were getting your ass whooped by the #1 guy? Yeah? Well, he may be the same age as you are, but why is he smarter? Is it cause he studied harder? I can hear a dozen "Yes's" coming from parents already. But no, that's hardly it. Are you absolutely sure that they're not maybe &lt;i&gt;smarter &lt;/i&gt;than you are? As in, born with a higher IQ than you? How bout the rich and the poor? Poverty won't be an issue if there lies equilibrium in the society-if there's "fairness" in the world. Why do people don't have to try as hard as some do, but yet they can achieve great heights? And what for do we study? We all go down the same road anyways, and that's death. It's a one-way ticket we've acquired since we were born, willingly, or not. We all die in the end, so what for do we, humans strive for every single day? When at the end of it all, we'll all be six feet under. It's not fair. &lt;i&gt;Nothing ever really is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X3w5lgj20BU/Tb1tfeFM-MI/AAAAAAAACK0/QLhOiiU5zyk/s1600/Forever_Lost_by_bosniak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X3w5lgj20BU/Tb1tfeFM-MI/AAAAAAAACK0/QLhOiiU5zyk/s320/Forever_Lost_by_bosniak.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long I've had my masks switching about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually quite lost, that's why I'm blogging-mindless musings and ramblings actually.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to translate my thoughts into beacons that'll hopefully bring me back on track.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm losing it more and more, day by day.&lt;br /&gt;I think that perhaps life isn't worth living after all that trouble and hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll keep smiling.&lt;br /&gt;And I won't look back.&lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way,&lt;br /&gt;just like everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-1953387314432034838?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1953387314432034838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1953387314432034838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2011/05/show-me-smile.html' title='Show Me A Smile'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHxSIf_jO3g/Tb1tgA8ch5I/AAAAAAAACK4/-99VS0tltRQ/s72-c/Home_by_Renrox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-4837848555145546050</id><published>2010-07-25T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:36:15.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternate Realities</title><content type='html'>Another Saturday, another bloody Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;How many Saturdays have we been through this year, me and myself?&lt;br /&gt;And it's already July.&lt;br /&gt;Less than a month left to trials.&lt;br /&gt;And to think, a few dozen Saturdays ago, I started this year fresh, without much crap in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how easily things change in 7 months.&lt;br /&gt;But still, some things don't change that easily hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Like personalities, and some people I know. Still same-old, same-old.&lt;br /&gt;People have fun, have kickass memories with each other, if happy feelings can be relived, that exact amount of happiness, that precise volume of joy, injected into us, like before. If only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TEsW6J4-2iI/AAAAAAAACIc/qcWJlOuz9vE/s1600/a_clock_stopped_by_appleplusskeleton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TEsW6J4-2iI/AAAAAAAACIc/qcWJlOuz9vE/s320/a_clock_stopped_by_appleplusskeleton.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick-tock, tick-tock.&lt;br /&gt;Clock's ticking, it doesn't wait for anything at all-not me, not you. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It keeps moving along.&lt;br /&gt;If only I can be like a clock-moving along with each and every passing tick, and not trying to stay rooted in a single moment. where my whole world revolves around each and every move you make, each and every scent that I pick up, everything, that I felt. It's so hard, moving on. Nothing else happened after that, only a vortex of my own sweet-hell. I'm always reliving every single blink of the happiest day of my life, and yet, I wake up. To find reality staring at me through its fierce, cold eyes. Merciless.&lt;br /&gt;Reality told me with its eyes, that I'm nothing to you; nothing to anyone at all. Won't make a bloody difference, whether I'm here or not, right now. Won't turn no heads, if I drove a knife through my heart. Won't make a difference at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TEsY2U1YbGI/AAAAAAAACIk/NMlV03yayZI/s1600/Frosty_roses_by_LaraVilya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TEsY2U1YbGI/AAAAAAAACIk/NMlV03yayZI/s320/Frosty_roses_by_LaraVilya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I averted my gaze away from Reality, and looked to my left.&lt;br /&gt;I see a white, broken room. A single painting, hung on the wall-an extravagant painting, that portrays a girl, with an unreal, pretty smile. The walls and floor of the room, once-beautiful white tiles, decaying, falling apart, bit by bit. The window was decorated with wilting roses, poisoned, in an eerie shade of black. Cold wind blew from outside of the little window, its' ripped curtains moved slightly; ghostly. Beyond the window, a wallpaper of white. A&amp;nbsp;boy, weeping silently as he squatted on top of a bed, at the corner of the room. A bed without sheets, without pillows, without anything. Messy, unkempt hair, face down, a patch of the bed in front of him, wet..frozen. The painting of the girl was untouched. It remains beautiful, as if it was drawn by skilled hands, magnificently creating a contrast between the room it's placed in. Sadly, no matter how perfectly detailed the painting was..there was no title. The painter couldn't bargain the right words to correctly depict the drawing of the girl. He left a letter on the bottom right corner of the illustration, first letter, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There was another letter; blurred, beyond identification. Everything, but the painting was frosty, silenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different Saturday, but a familiar ache.&lt;br /&gt;Breaking, is probably what the heart's for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-4837848555145546050?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4837848555145546050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4837848555145546050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/07/alternate-realities.html' title='Alternate Realities'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TEsW6J4-2iI/AAAAAAAACIc/qcWJlOuz9vE/s72-c/a_clock_stopped_by_appleplusskeleton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-6960737977858113610</id><published>2010-07-17T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T00:05:30.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TECCjJ3G81I/AAAAAAAACIU/a4dcXdsC2q0/s1600/Sailing_through_the_stars_by_gilad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TECCjJ3G81I/AAAAAAAACIU/a4dcXdsC2q0/s320/Sailing_through_the_stars_by_gilad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I find so much to be nuisances. Way, too much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;Especially people. They're just so annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you feel like just shooting all of them down, one head at a time. And then laugh about it. Maniacally.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And get your ass thrown into jail. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's been life, I managed to not get online for about a week, and am frickin' proud of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been studying, but its still not enough, nowhere close to where am I supposed to be in my studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wasted so much time crappin' around, and now I've immense amounts of shit stockpiled right in front of me, the mess wants me to clear it up, not that I've a choice or anything though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say a person chooses his or her future, but that statement's a lil bit off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A really good example would be National Service.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's either you get chosen, or not. You've&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt; no say &lt;/span&gt;in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are just lots of stuff that isn't in your control, get what I mean?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Variable factors, things like the weather, you can't expect it to be always rainy right? Factors like people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so amazing, how a single individual can make such a monumental impact on our lives, eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends who are "there for us", the hi-bye acquaintances, the random people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good, to have lots of people that revolves around us, but when things get hairy, those are the times when you have to really take a damn look at these people who claim to be whoever the hell they are in your lives. Behind that mask, chances are, you'll see grotesque beings, and not the person you think he or she was. Not that perfect, not that brilliant as you thought. At that moment, you'll know that evaluation result you got towards a person-which you thought you figured out right, was actually wrong. People are not what they seem to be. Environmental factors play a huge part in both mental and physical change. People, change. Everything change, some things that you think will change, though, may not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TECB3W2-etI/AAAAAAAACIE/yZD_STx0uqY/s1600/Walking_through_the_Red_Woods_by_ApokryphiaArt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TECB3W2-etI/AAAAAAAACIE/yZD_STx0uqY/s320/Walking_through_the_Red_Woods_by_ApokryphiaArt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hings like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strong emotions towards a certain event, a certain person, or a certain moment of this huge merry-go-round ride that we're all in. Life. There are just some picture-perfect moments, heart-shattering scenes, or frames of intense sadness that we're bound to witness. Things that we don't like, tend to happen waaay more than things that we like. Why, you ask? It's really simple. Happy moments won't be exactly happy, if it didn't happen at times where you least expect it, or when you really need it, right? Sad moments on the other hand, are of abundance. Why? Sad moments' sole purpose is to make our lives miserable, that might be what everyone's thinking, but think of it this way, the sad moments you've accumulated deep down in your soul are actually preparing you for significant happy moments-to amplify the joy that you're about to receive, or give.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts like this keep me ticking, they help me hold on to my sanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through events that just make you weep so hard, to the point that you thought you're in some aquarium, when everything just seems so depressingly wrong, will you be the happiest, if there were joy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through events that make you doubt yourself, will you learn the most.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I'm blogging like some ancient philosophist, but hey, can't blame me right. I think I should express it all so that I'll stop suffocating in my own blackness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, yeah. Life. Makes you wonder, really. Of what'll happen and all that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;National Service, stop whining, people. It's so sickening, looking at all that shit on Facebook.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook's another place to waste yourself away "socializing". So what if you tripped and fell, so what if you ate a purple apple, so what if you got chosen for National Service. Nobody gives a mind bout it. So just shut up. And it's not like you're some uprising rockstar or anything. Publicity? Hah. Idiots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And German scientists actually figured out the chicken came before the egg! Finally, after so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;William Teh&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday party's tomorrow, and I don't think I'll be able to make it, sorry. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, man! :) Hope you'll have a blast tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-6960737977858113610?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6960737977858113610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6960737977858113610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/07/through-it-all.html' title='Through it all'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TECCjJ3G81I/AAAAAAAACIU/a4dcXdsC2q0/s72-c/Sailing_through_the_stars_by_gilad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-8281970637488464154</id><published>2010-07-08T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:04:32.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye, Kian Seng.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ahh, I didn't really wanna post this, it feels a bit gay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But meh, I'll just do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So like they say, fish gotta swim, birds' gotta fly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;it's a part of life, don't ask why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;it's just a part of life, don't sigh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;instead, be happy, that things happened, don't cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;have a pie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and hope that they live high,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;wherever they may be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;LOL. Not too bad right. Made this in what, 10mins? Heh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;An acquaintance of mine, Kian Seng, will be leaving this sleepy little town tomorrow, and I spent quite a day with him earlier today, along with our friends, Jonathan Loke, Hui Zen, Grace Loh, William Teh, Joel, Teoh &amp;amp; Pauline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I consider him as a friend, although we've only went out a measly few times since we first knew each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Convos through MSN were what we did to keep in touch with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But still, a friend's a friend. And it's quite rare that you'd get a friend that's as smart as he is, no doubt bout that, I know I'm flattering the guy, but hey, it's only the truth. He is smart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If only we were in the same school, I'd get to know you more so I can write more here. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But hey, from those convos and stuff that we had, I'd say you're an amazing guy, albeit kinda annoying at times. I really enjoyed those vulgaring, bullshiting and stuff with you on msn, just so you know. Heh. Hope we'll be able to keep in contact, man. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TDXq9iFtM-I/AAAAAAAACH0/MHbdeQ2SalE/s1600/29117_440547805790_575195790_6312392_4942996_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TDXq9iFtM-I/AAAAAAAACH0/MHbdeQ2SalE/s320/29117_440547805790_575195790_6312392_4942996_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And with this, I wish you all the best in New Zealand!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Bye, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Kian Seng&lt;/span&gt;. I'll miss ya.&lt;br /&gt;And keep smiling aite. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-8281970637488464154?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/8281970637488464154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/8281970637488464154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/07/bye-kian-seng.html' title='Bye, Kian Seng.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TDXq9iFtM-I/AAAAAAAACH0/MHbdeQ2SalE/s72-c/29117_440547805790_575195790_6312392_4942996_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-7278420173490800297</id><published>2010-07-01T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:59:19.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only One</title><content type='html'>Hey blog, hey whoever's reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I read something that caught my attention yesterday, I'll paste the article here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Humans to go extinct in 100 years, scientist predicts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PhysOrg.com, an online science news service, reports that distinguished Australian scientist Professor Frank Fenner has predicted that humanity would likely meet its end within a century.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fenner cited overpopulation, environmental destruction and climate change as the primary factors which will drive mankind into extinction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor Fenner's voice is important and well-regarded because of his instrumental role in the global eradication of smallpox. He has had a life-long interest in environmental issues, and is a recipient of many illustrious awards, including the WHO (World Health Organization) medal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps infinitely more worrisome is Fenner's confidence that the situation is irreversible. While there are currently efforts to grapple with those issues, he asserted that we are beyond the point of no-return due to the magnitude of these effects we have had on Earth since the Industrial Age. He said they have come to rival the impact of ice ages or comet crashes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The professor noted that while climate change is only at its infancy, it will probably be the force behind our extinction. He also predicted that Earth's ever-increasing population will result in more violent conflicts over food and other resources.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. Hah. It's unimaginable, really. All this culture, all the personalities, and all the music. Being turned into nothing but a distant memory, into space ash. It's sad, really. It's hard to accept too, so it's actually our responsibility right now to stop using the aircond and blahblahblah you know where I'm getting to. You can try in futile, or enjoy the rest of your frickin' life to the max, ignoring what's gonna happen after you perish. I'd do that. Hell yeah I will. There's no point in sacrificing yourself for others, do they give a damn? Do they appreciate it? No, they don't. Nobody ever does. So what for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, "Broken this fragile thing now.. And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces.." Sound familiar? Yes? No? It's Only One, by Yellowcard. Old, yeah, but masterpiece, nonetheless. Okay I've no idea what am I gonna keep typing here, it's all probably gonna be crap that'll waste your time, so why not I share a few pics instead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TCybFbQ2WCI/AAAAAAAACHE/LY9reKokYmw/s1600/Rainy_Day_by_eric_maurice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TCybFbQ2WCI/AAAAAAAACHE/LY9reKokYmw/s320/Rainy_Day_by_eric_maurice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TCybGWQm2vI/AAAAAAAACHM/dvMqvJ70t3g/s1600/You_can_see_through_rain_by_theoriginalmoody.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TCybGWQm2vI/AAAAAAAACHM/dvMqvJ70t3g/s320/You_can_see_through_rain_by_theoriginalmoody.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TCybHE6TqUI/AAAAAAAACHU/8YU72PbxJOA/s1600/Through_the_looking_glass____by_cdlink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TCybHE6TqUI/AAAAAAAACHU/8YU72PbxJOA/s320/Through_the_looking_glass____by_cdlink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TCybQDcG9ZI/AAAAAAAACHc/vYkXJjif-Ik/s1600/behind_a_raindrop_by_juliness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TCybQDcG9ZI/AAAAAAAACHc/vYkXJjif-Ik/s320/behind_a_raindrop_by_juliness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TCyckqEYVHI/AAAAAAAACHs/-9x6g-BC7x8/s1600/The_rain_by_niniasiberiana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TCyckqEYVHI/AAAAAAAACHs/-9x6g-BC7x8/s320/The_rain_by_niniasiberiana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TCycdw0mKGI/AAAAAAAACHk/_wQquuAJWME/s1600/rain_by_PointlessStuff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TCycdw0mKGI/AAAAAAAACHk/_wQquuAJWME/s320/rain_by_PointlessStuff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'd kiss you, in the pouring rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be by your side,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and hold you, whenever thunder strikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Be with you, whenever you may need me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Whenever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Please, don't stop the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;rain&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/6116255052012920838-7278420173490800297?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/7278420173490800297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/7278420173490800297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/07/only-one.html' title='Only One'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TCybFbQ2WCI/AAAAAAAACHE/LY9reKokYmw/s72-c/Rainy_Day_by_eric_maurice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-4559390244183002732</id><published>2010-06-22T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:10:18.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach Out</title><content type='html'>So school reopened, I got an extra one day off cause of my aunt's wedding,&lt;br /&gt;girls are still crazy over korean stuff,&lt;br /&gt;and I got greeted by horrifying exam results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Horrifying&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And god, it's the frickin' mid year exams, I'm still doing so bad.&lt;br /&gt;And trials is what, only a few more weeks away?&lt;br /&gt;Parents' Day is on next month, and it's just&amp;nbsp;preposterous that I'm still here, blogging this while listening to Maroon &amp;nbsp;5.&lt;br /&gt;It's during times like this when I feel that I've wasted oh so much time before, and it's catching up on me, the whole dramatic study thing. It doesn't feel like a drama though, it feels &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;. That if I don't study, I'd be a blue collared worker for the rest of my life, trying to not succumb to the realities of life.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's just reality, nothing more. You achieve something right now, you'll achieve something in the future.&lt;br /&gt;What's happening right now-the people that are leading the scoreboards, and topping exams after exams are probably gonna be doing the same thing in the future-they're probably gonna the ones who're at the top of the food pyramid, and whoever's still struggling behind will fall, sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;It's all in theory, but hey, even gambling's based on theory.&lt;br /&gt;Theoretically, as long as one gambles, the chances of one winning, will be there, indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;Theoretically, as long as one does &lt;i&gt;not&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;gamble, the chances of falling into bankruptcy, will be almost 0%.&lt;br /&gt;Theoretically, as long as you study and achieve something right now, you'd be at the top of your game at about 10~20years from now.&lt;br /&gt;But that's just all in theory, oh how I wish life's all about theory.&lt;br /&gt;Things happen, you may gamble 800,000 times on lotteries, or at the casino, you still may not win, at all.&lt;br /&gt;Things happen, you may not gamble, but a sudden depression in your workplace disrupted the course of your potential success in the future, and you somehow get caught in between, losing all your possessions.&lt;br /&gt;Things happen, you may be a perfect achiever right now, and may still meet up with so many different types of circumstances, that you ended up with only half of what you think you'd get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things happen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I know by saying all this, its indirectly saying that "Damn, then why the hell am I studying right now? Might as well let fate take its toll, yes?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Well, it's kinda true, if you think about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Even rocket scientists may have kids with a certain defect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;You never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a huge roulette, you'll never know what's gonna happen, until it does.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is, you've gotta get your insurance, have a back-up plan, and just go for it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let people discourage you, if you're confident in what you're about to do isn't far-fetched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Now that's one helluva optimistic post. Haven't done anything except for those messed up posts, I figured its time to motivate myself, and those who gives a shit. So, yeah, what's that insurance we're looking for? It's to study. Hard. No point being optimistic if you're not gonna do anything. Take the initiative, and try to set things right. If you're gonna have wishful thinking and leave it that way, then you're just being a fool. It's all dreams and fantasies right now, but I think it's time for some of us to wake up and face the reality.&lt;br /&gt;You're not gonna be sulking cause you failed a certain subject forever,&lt;br /&gt;if it helps, sure why not.&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;That's why, we've gotta&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;something &lt;/span&gt;about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It, being whatever it is that is bothering you at the moment,&lt;br /&gt;not being able to face a certain someone to compose that song you made for her,&lt;br /&gt;not being able to get your lazy ass into that chair and start studying,&lt;br /&gt;not being able to find someone that you can express your feelings to.&lt;br /&gt;We've gotta find a way, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;And hope everything turns out okay, after you've tried your best-everything's said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TCDCNjTx9dI/AAAAAAAACGc/kc9AxDa9dIo/s1600/Smile_by_engelvleugels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TCDCNjTx9dI/AAAAAAAACGc/kc9AxDa9dIo/s320/Smile_by_engelvleugels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And put on a damn smile when you're doing whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can make you feel happy, only you can.&lt;br /&gt;Cause smiles are magical. Don't leave home without them.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Kher Shin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-4559390244183002732?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4559390244183002732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4559390244183002732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/06/reach-out.html' title='Reach Out'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TCDCNjTx9dI/AAAAAAAACGc/kc9AxDa9dIo/s72-c/Smile_by_engelvleugels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-296136349787816213</id><published>2010-06-15T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:56:05.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Your Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's Tuesday, the second week of the June holidays.&lt;br /&gt;So what've I been up to? Alright, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;I went to Starwalk 2010, with Teoh, Hong Nian, Jojo, Loong and Alice. Woke up after about 3hrs of sleep the night before, and was feeling really crappy. The amount of people was whoa, and it was only about 6 when I took this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcfoeGdqqI/AAAAAAAACEc/5fiG5Jo8jNI/s1600/DSC03780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcfoeGdqqI/AAAAAAAACEc/5fiG5Jo8jNI/s320/DSC03780.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the walk itself was okay, not really tiring. Adrian joined us halfway through the race with Ryan. He crapped bout lots of stuff, I think we were making the most sound during the walk. Had breakfast, then went to Jusco for a movie after that with three of them. It actually took us an hour to get a cab, and the movie wasn't exactly nice either. It's a chinese, singapore movie called Happy-Go-Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcghAcWccI/AAAAAAAACGE/s250mqsHquI/s1600/poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcghAcWccI/AAAAAAAACGE/s250mqsHquI/s320/poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about this girl, going from unlucky to bag-of-cash-falling-from-the-sky lucky. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday/Thursday,&lt;br /&gt;Went to Genting Highlands with Jojo, Annie, Emily, Tekyi, Bryan C. and Wilson. Gathered at MGS's entrance, and took a van with the girls at about 7 in the morning. Reached and stayed up at Hotel Resort at about 11 after the guys reached. Lucky we weren't living in Ria Apartment or some other places that are rumored to be haunted, that'll suck. They say Genting's the most haunted place in Malaysia, but it's not like it affects much. Went to the outdoor theme park for almost the whole day, and walked around after dinner at this food court. Outdoor theme park wasn't exactly fun, we only managed to play 2 rides, but only 1 for Emily, she was too afraid to go on the Corkscrew despite all of us waited for about an hour, due to the rain. Honestly, it was actually so humid, it was hot until the rain saved our asses. Spaceshot and Corkscrew were great nonetheless. Walked around at night, and we decided to watch A-Team at 1.30am. Chilled at a Starbucks joint before that, walked around even more and stuff. Wanted to go for Go-Kart but it was raining, so yeah. Ended up going on a slow car ride with the guys. Time was passing by at a mellow rate, but we somehow managed to stay up till movie time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcgjkIRTJI/AAAAAAAACGM/POQwJJ2tHyY/s1600/The-A-Team.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcgjkIRTJI/AAAAAAAACGM/POQwJJ2tHyY/s320/The-A-Team.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Team was pure win, I bet almost all of us were at the edge of our seats, except for Annie, throughout the movie. It's a definite must-watch! Went back to our hotel room after that, it was about 3.30 that time, and we weren't about to hit the sacks yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I woke up the next day by Annie, it was about 10.15 when I did, ended up, we got about 5hrs worth of sleep, luckily nobody was grumpy that morning. Took everyone till 11.30 before we went down to the reception to check-out. Had brunch, walked around, played the superman thing with Annie, and everyone decided to go to the Genting Capcom Station at Hotel &amp;nbsp;Gentng while Tekyi and I got lost cause of the confusing signboards. And he was so sure he knows the way as well. Lol. We hung around this place near some apartments, the view and weather were breathtaking. We joined the others shortly after that. Went to this place near the carpark outside with Tekyi and the girls, hung around for a bit, enjoying the soft breeze that was perusing our skins, till little droplets came down onto our heads that we went back in. Tekyi and I went to the other guys at Kopitiam, meeting Terrance and his friend. Terrance shared some stuff with us, and that was when I realized some things just aren't what they seem to be like, more often that not, there's bound to be filth in the beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The van arrived shortly after that, and we bid silent goodbyes to the two days in Genting. All that I'll miss will be the weather. It's such a boring place if you're not doing the slots at the casino. But overall, it's okay. Made our way down, after reaching Ipoh, Wilson and I got dropped at this bus station, I went to Swimming Club to meet up with my family after that for dinner. Rong, as usual had stuff to share with me, so yeah. Halfway through, I got a phonecall. That was when my mood took a huge turn, explaining the post you guys saw.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are on Tekyi's Facebook profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, England vs. USA was so stupid. USA lucked out, 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcifsK8hlI/AAAAAAAACGU/2AysIFsGwm8/s1600/4060945723-12092009213508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcifsK8hlI/AAAAAAAACGU/2AysIFsGwm8/s320/4060945723-12092009213508.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday,&lt;br /&gt;Went out the whole day, met Gim Heng at Tesco while my grandparents shopped for the guests. That was when I saw lots of football-related crap all over the place. I decided to take a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcf1Po2yuI/AAAAAAAACFM/hW_WX0Hw7Mg/s1600/DSC03806.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcf1Po2yuI/AAAAAAAACFM/hW_WX0Hw7Mg/s320/DSC03806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcfyLusamI/AAAAAAAACE8/vHHCN0CrzmY/s1600/DSC03804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcfyLusamI/AAAAAAAACE8/vHHCN0CrzmY/s320/DSC03804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcfzg2iE7I/AAAAAAAACFE/v0W7xl_OtUM/s1600/DSC03805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcfzg2iE7I/AAAAAAAACFE/v0W7xl_OtUM/s320/DSC03805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcf6JVXKpI/AAAAAAAACFk/kZuq-BW25M0/s1600/DSC03810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcf6JVXKpI/AAAAAAAACFk/kZuq-BW25M0/s320/DSC03810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcf-UR8r3I/AAAAAAAACFs/X8DZV3H7R8E/s1600/DSC03812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcf-UR8r3I/AAAAAAAACFs/X8DZV3H7R8E/s320/DSC03812.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcgAS-H4VI/AAAAAAAACF0/8zLVzw57-kA/s1600/DSC03807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcgAS-H4VI/AAAAAAAACF0/8zLVzw57-kA/s320/DSC03807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcgBpLG9XI/AAAAAAAACF8/UEC8WpEpJPI/s1600/DSC03808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcgBpLG9XI/AAAAAAAACF8/UEC8WpEpJPI/s320/DSC03808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, how stupid can people get nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am today,&lt;br /&gt;Inside my dark, little room,&lt;br /&gt;with my bag of wafer cubes, a playlist full of serenity,&lt;br /&gt;and a head filled with thoughts, blogging my memories away.&lt;br /&gt;Life,&lt;br /&gt;it truly makes you wonder how will events unfold,&lt;br /&gt;one day you're upbeat and living life to the fullest hoping that happy things will last,&lt;br /&gt;only to find yourself six feet under on a gloomy day.&lt;br /&gt;Things change, people change.&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances change.&lt;br /&gt;Situations, choices, impacts.&lt;br /&gt;They play a big part in this little roulette,&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens next, happens.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot possibly hope to stop something from happening,&lt;br /&gt;if you somehow think you can, congratulations, you've lost your mind.&lt;br /&gt;You can only smile, and hope for the best outcome, whatever it may be.&lt;br /&gt;Cast doubts &amp;amp; misfortunes aside,&lt;br /&gt;and hope,&lt;br /&gt;that everything turns out the way things should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-296136349787816213?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/296136349787816213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/296136349787816213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/06/free-your-mind.html' title='Free Your Mind'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TBcfoeGdqqI/AAAAAAAACEc/5fiG5Jo8jNI/s72-c/DSC03780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-2348300540646325908</id><published>2010-06-05T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T02:56:46.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway There</title><content type='html'>Mid year exam's over, the June holidays are starting,&lt;br /&gt;it seems like things are finally starting to look up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seems&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TAlMRi7Pf2I/AAAAAAAACEU/YNEMw0GNzJs/s1600/Holidays_by_Yanine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TAlMRi7Pf2I/AAAAAAAACEU/YNEMw0GNzJs/s320/Holidays_by_Yanine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of outings and stuff for the hols, but even after 11 days of exams, everything's reopened, late night dota sessions and all that,&amp;nbsp;I still can't find what I lost,&lt;br /&gt;what &lt;i&gt;did &lt;/i&gt;I lose?&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea, but it's definitely something I used to cherish.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's an ability,&lt;br /&gt;or a certain emotion.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I don't care about anything anymore,&amp;nbsp;expressions, are only tips of bigger things,&lt;br /&gt;but thing is, I can't even express myself properly.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't wanna talk about it,&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;It's just..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to start,&lt;br /&gt;what I did wrong,&lt;br /&gt;what's happening right here, right now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't make sense, do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I never did.&lt;br /&gt;Sighing's the only thing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;I took a peek at this list of depression symptoms earlier,&lt;br /&gt;I've got 8/15.&amp;nbsp;Halfway there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously, seriously need to get things off my shitty mind.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my brain.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to express yourself, unlike in songs, you can just sing everything you want out without a thought, and you can enjoy the process. But expressing yourself in normal terms means speaking, voicing out, with words, actions, but what if you just &lt;i&gt;cannot&lt;/i&gt;? I know what I'm saying right now's very abstract, and you guys probably lost interest halfway through a post like this, wondering 'the hell's my problem, posting shit like this again. Well, if I knew, I won't be here now would I.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares.&lt;br /&gt;It's the hols! Things should be upbeat, fun and wild.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-2348300540646325908?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/2348300540646325908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/2348300540646325908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/06/halfway-there.html' title='Halfway There'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TAlMRi7Pf2I/AAAAAAAACEU/YNEMw0GNzJs/s72-c/Holidays_by_Yanine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-604873390650096923</id><published>2010-06-01T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:56:37.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Walking Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of trying to sail this&lt;br /&gt;Troubled boat again&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to find a way&lt;br /&gt;For though blows me all the same&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired of holding on&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing more to gain&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather stand here on the dock&lt;br /&gt;And watch it all just sail away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sail has no wind&lt;br /&gt;The wind has no sea&lt;br /&gt;The sea has no shore anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking these streets all by myself&lt;br /&gt;I know its my fault, and no one else&lt;br /&gt;And there's nobody here to save me&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking alone&lt;br /&gt;And if I look lonely, that's alright&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm the only one left in my life&lt;br /&gt;And there's no one to save me&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a word that lives in graces&lt;br /&gt;I'm a grain amongst the sand&lt;br /&gt;I never took the time to get to know&lt;br /&gt;The person that i am&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I was just caught up&lt;br /&gt;Up in the race and so I'd run&lt;br /&gt;And i hadn't even stop&lt;br /&gt;To see the man that I've become&lt;br /&gt;Dont you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sail has no wind&lt;br /&gt;The wind has no sea&lt;br /&gt;My sea has no shore anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking these streets all by myself&lt;br /&gt;I know its my fault, and no one else&lt;br /&gt;And there's nobody here to save me&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking alone&lt;br /&gt;And if I look lonely, that's alright&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm the only one left in my life&lt;br /&gt;And there's no one to save me&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't like it's over, I haven't thrown it all away&lt;br /&gt;And i won't just stop living over my own mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And i just needed time for a moment to stand&lt;br /&gt;So that I can just see who it is that I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking these streets all by myself&lt;br /&gt;I know its my fault, and no one else&lt;br /&gt;And there's nobody here to save me&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking alone&lt;br /&gt;And if I look lonely, that's alright&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm the only one left in my life&lt;br /&gt;And there's no one to save me&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking these streets all by myself&lt;br /&gt;I know its my fault, and no one else&lt;br /&gt;And there's nobody here to save me&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking alone&lt;br /&gt;And if I look lonely, that's alright&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm the only one left in my life&lt;br /&gt;And there's no one to save me&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;b&gt;masterpiece&lt;/b&gt;, by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Jay Sean&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The song's amazing beyond description.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, it's so stupid, I'm better at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Addmaths &lt;/span&gt;than &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Modmaths &lt;/span&gt;when everyone says Modmaths is &lt;i&gt;easy nuts&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I effin disagree.&lt;br /&gt;I think I kinda flunked my Modmaths earlier today, way to go for a new blog post huh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realize my blog's kinda quiet, I added a whole playlist worth of awesome songs, and hey, don't go clicking on the pause button alright, I didn't get it up just to annoy you people, take it as ear candy, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Sides, all of the music suits my moods.&lt;br /&gt;And and, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Walking Alone&lt;/span&gt;'s inside the playlist, so yeah, pause it, and you don't get to listen to pure awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! (at least try to, alright.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to mugging chemistry for tomorrow, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-604873390650096923?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/604873390650096923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/604873390650096923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/06/walking-alone.html' title='Walking Alone'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-7966129741149012614</id><published>2010-05-31T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:34:18.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye, May</title><content type='html'>Soooo. It's the last day of May, last week of the mid year exams,&lt;br /&gt;and also, one week to the June holidays!&lt;br /&gt;Yay? Nay, why?&lt;br /&gt;It marks the end of half the term,&lt;br /&gt;and also that much closer to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ass Pee Emme.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's worse?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I know much, and theres only a few more months before the showdown.&lt;br /&gt;Let's have a reality check, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question #1:&lt;br /&gt;How many A's are you aiming for SPM?&lt;br /&gt;As many as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question #2&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you'll be able to achieve good grades?&lt;br /&gt;No, I honestly don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question #3&lt;br /&gt;So what should you do about it?&lt;br /&gt;Stop procrastinating, and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question #4&lt;br /&gt;Are you doing it?&lt;br /&gt;No.. not to my full extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question #5&lt;br /&gt;Therefore?&lt;br /&gt;I should study. Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's my aim.&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing it, not really &lt;i&gt;hard&lt;/i&gt;, hard, but you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;Life's been.. not too bad recently,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still coping with all the bitter-sweetness of life,&lt;br /&gt;disappointments, negative thoughts, pressure, reality, the dull moments of life;&lt;br /&gt;colorful moments, happy thoughts, funny text messages, and all that.&lt;br /&gt;It all just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change with the flow of time,&lt;br /&gt;But some things remain unchanged, things like personalities,&lt;br /&gt;the weather, me-trying to move on, the way &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Sean Kingston&lt;/span&gt;'s music always starts with, &lt;i&gt;"SOMEBODY CALL 911."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder what the hell's with some singers, like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Timbaland&lt;/span&gt;, what's with trying to get a girl to talk to you at the start of each and every damn song? &lt;i&gt;"Talk to me, girl."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Shit, I mean yeah, we get it, you want a girl to talk to you. K, got it. You can stop repeating that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..y'know? some things just keep on playing and playing, like a spoilt radio, tuned into this 70's radio station, playing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;The Beetles&lt;/span&gt;, over and over again without end.&lt;br /&gt;It's so frustrating, knowing you can't change some things.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to uproot laziness, whoa, that's indeed a &lt;i&gt;task&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Changing &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;requires miracles, and people, it's indeed time, for miracles.&lt;br /&gt;Miracles like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TAPOeaeb8kI/AAAAAAAACD0/sk_K1kSWC2k/s1600/DSC03760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TAPOeaeb8kI/AAAAAAAACD0/sk_K1kSWC2k/s320/DSC03760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah, you WISH. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TAPOg9_VE8I/AAAAAAAACEE/TQP12IO858s/s1600/DSC03771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TAPOg9_VE8I/AAAAAAAACEE/TQP12IO858s/s320/DSC03771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TAPOhz33kKI/AAAAAAAACEM/9EtKrphemdI/s1600/DSC03773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TAPOhz33kKI/AAAAAAAACEM/9EtKrphemdI/s320/DSC03773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Phucking lame, I KNOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Modmaths II, Bio I &amp;amp; III tomorrow, ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Joey Chun&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And hello &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;, please don't be a shitty month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-7966129741149012614?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/7966129741149012614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/7966129741149012614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/05/bye-may.html' title='Bye, May'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/TAPOeaeb8kI/AAAAAAAACD0/sk_K1kSWC2k/s72-c/DSC03760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-967707774744124526</id><published>2010-05-28T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T23:01:17.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>清醒着 一再续杯</title><content type='html'>我终于都明白，&lt;br /&gt;之前我一直在自己脑中说是笨蛋的那些人的感受。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的，我已在尝试往前走，&lt;br /&gt;但不知搞什么的，就是很难很难。&lt;br /&gt;我早已在强逼自己，但就是没如口头上表示得如此简单，如此容易。&lt;br /&gt;难道想忘记一个人真的如此的艰难吗？&lt;br /&gt;难道想抛弃这段关于你的回忆真的如此艰苦吗。&lt;br /&gt;唉。&lt;br /&gt;真不懂我想干嘛，&lt;br /&gt;真笨，&lt;br /&gt;明知我根本没机会，&lt;br /&gt;明知你不会去理会。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但我还笨笨的爱着你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还真的不懂我到底想干嘛。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-967707774744124526?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/967707774744124526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/967707774744124526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_28.html' title='清醒着 一再续杯'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-3729365826576600189</id><published>2010-05-25T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:19:01.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Smile &amp; Hope For The Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here's another update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday, one day before the midyear exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4PtGy7aI/AAAAAAAACA0/HQRcDcGPKvk/s1600/DSC03705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4PtGy7aI/AAAAAAAACA0/HQRcDcGPKvk/s320/DSC03705.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4hOSyAGI/AAAAAAAACBM/Xnu4MsU60i8/s1600/DSC03711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4hOSyAGI/AAAAAAAACBM/Xnu4MsU60i8/s320/DSC03711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4d63GiiI/AAAAAAAACA8/FOJqshSA6gw/s1600/DSC03708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4d63GiiI/AAAAAAAACA8/FOJqshSA6gw/s320/DSC03708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tekyi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4fQPPhxI/AAAAAAAACBE/hmfWK7ezEZ0/s1600/DSC03709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4fQPPhxI/AAAAAAAACBE/hmfWK7ezEZ0/s320/DSC03709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wilson &amp;amp; Bryan C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday, all over Sunway Pyramid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4iQrIEnI/AAAAAAAACBU/GSXas66QzUQ/s1600/DSC03714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4iQrIEnI/AAAAAAAACBU/GSXas66QzUQ/s320/DSC03714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4vD_CTtI/AAAAAAAACCM/44yyK3MwrWQ/s1600/DSC03731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4vD_CTtI/AAAAAAAACCM/44yyK3MwrWQ/s320/DSC03731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4wMqdIkI/AAAAAAAACCU/g_Bbjp8RFjE/s1600/DSC03732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4wMqdIkI/AAAAAAAACCU/g_Bbjp8RFjE/s320/DSC03732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4xGIX1TI/AAAAAAAACCc/bk7Uls9p8ZY/s1600/DSC03734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4xGIX1TI/AAAAAAAACCc/bk7Uls9p8ZY/s320/DSC03734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4xrktddI/AAAAAAAACCk/69KUTt9ypSU/s1600/DSC03737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4xrktddI/AAAAAAAACCk/69KUTt9ypSU/s320/DSC03737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was about 1am, texting, and this song played. Yeah, I feel you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday, Mid Valley's HK food joint, forgotten what's the name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4y0E3s7I/AAAAAAAACCs/z8cBPyZWYLQ/s1600/DSC03740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4y0E3s7I/AAAAAAAACCs/z8cBPyZWYLQ/s320/DSC03740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Second day of mid year exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u40FgtO0I/AAAAAAAACC0/D3Kvmn5LUII/s1600/DSC03741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u40FgtO0I/AAAAAAAACC0/D3Kvmn5LUII/s320/DSC03741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u40wMoxBI/AAAAAAAACC8/B1Vb-hLMRik/s1600/DSC03742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u40wMoxBI/AAAAAAAACC8/B1Vb-hLMRik/s320/DSC03742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u41gZSIdI/AAAAAAAACDE/F1E2ecti7Xo/s1600/DSC03744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u41gZSIdI/AAAAAAAACDE/F1E2ecti7Xo/s320/DSC03744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u42R-4ZeI/AAAAAAAACDM/p8BPeQ6W4pM/s1600/DSC03745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u42R-4ZeI/AAAAAAAACDM/p8BPeQ6W4pM/s320/DSC03745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My doodling, there's lots more behind the question paper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm lazy to slowly take pics and all, so yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So it's the mid year exams, third day, and I'm still alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;English earlier was horrific, I've no inspiration to write anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's Addmaths and History tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I doubt I'll be able to live to tell the tale of how badly I flunked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But hey, when shit happens, we move along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Like I did, I'm still at it, but I think I'm making good progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, think I should continue studying, it's just that, ah, I don't know what's wrong, but I can't get the facts into my brain, I keep asking myself, what's wrong? What's keeping me from studying properly and getting all that into my 5kb-sized brain? I've no answer to that question. I've been sincerely trying and trying, for the whole day, alone at Starbucks, at home, with that miserable History reference book, but to no avail. What's up with my brain, I really wonder. Probably it needs an upgrade, say, I don't know, I need Dexter's mind or something. Maybe I'm just not cut out for studying, maybe I'll be sweeping the streets in the future, singing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Viva la Vida&lt;/span&gt; or something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But what I learned, is to not stop believing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know it sounds all corny and shit, but hey, it's more or less the truth,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;if you keep believing, miracles happen, but of course, you can't be "believing" that you can achieve something too far away right? Which is why we need to help ourselves, by studying, and not just believing, it's bullshit if you don't put things to action, I KNOW. But sometimes it's just so demoralizing, studying, but not being able to concentrate and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Responsibilities and shit. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just remember,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;to smile and hope for the best. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-3729365826576600189?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/3729365826576600189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/3729365826576600189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-smile-hope-for-best.html' title='To Smile &amp; Hope For The Best'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_u4PtGy7aI/AAAAAAAACA0/HQRcDcGPKvk/s72-c/DSC03705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-8489291528814722012</id><published>2010-05-21T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:30:19.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks For The Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_Z6W-IY-pI/AAAAAAAACAk/HrgREG99VUQ/s1600/Gone_by_zemotion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_Z6W-IY-pI/AAAAAAAACAk/HrgREG99VUQ/s320/Gone_by_zemotion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, for giving hope and everything.&lt;br /&gt;But mostly, the memories.&lt;br /&gt;If only,&lt;br /&gt;if only I can choose what to keep, what to burn,&lt;br /&gt;what to &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on,&lt;br /&gt;and I'd be stupid trying to hold on eh.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this was all stupid to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the problem was me all along.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all those tears were meant for myself, &lt;br /&gt;for being so stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;*Laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, for the memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-8489291528814722012?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/8489291528814722012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/8489291528814722012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/05/thanks-for-memories.html' title='Thanks For The Memories'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_Z6W-IY-pI/AAAAAAAACAk/HrgREG99VUQ/s72-c/Gone_by_zemotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-5589809352649961600</id><published>2010-05-18T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:59:06.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_F0AlD-dfI/AAAAAAAAB_8/GNkDFscbCjU/s1600/DSC03688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_F0AlD-dfI/AAAAAAAAB_8/GNkDFscbCjU/s320/DSC03688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_F0CDK-5wI/AAAAAAAACAE/SlEQ_r-2K2Q/s1600/DSC03693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_F0CDK-5wI/AAAAAAAACAE/SlEQ_r-2K2Q/s320/DSC03693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_F0D0Y5LvI/AAAAAAAACAM/r6BkzYu6YUI/s1600/DSC03695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_F0D0Y5LvI/AAAAAAAACAM/r6BkzYu6YUI/s320/DSC03695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_F0HVeBWLI/AAAAAAAACAc/sBfTrS3Nv_A/s1600/DSC03692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_F0HVeBWLI/AAAAAAAACAc/sBfTrS3Nv_A/s320/DSC03692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;15 bucks for some nice catering, creds to my class treasurer.&lt;br /&gt;Paparich's Papa Mocha is waaay too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Fruitti Fruit's yogurt is crazy nice, price is..okay, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really study today, but yeah, had fun with Teoh, Jo and Annie at De Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;And I was supposed to go for Addmaths tuition, but I took a 2hr nap cause Bryan said it was canceled. Woke up to find chaos in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye,&lt;br /&gt;I know that text message earlier wasn't only meant for me, &lt;br /&gt;But hey, at least you gave a damn.&lt;br /&gt;Its just not meant to be, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, I'm addicted to two of Jay Chou's new songs,&lt;br /&gt;說了再見 &amp;amp; .我落淚。情緒零碎&lt;br /&gt;The titles will prolley get changed after the official launching date,&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-5589809352649961600?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5589809352649961600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5589809352649961600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/05/teachers-day.html' title='Teachers&apos; Day'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_F0AlD-dfI/AAAAAAAAB_8/GNkDFscbCjU/s72-c/DSC03688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-4174297708753493111</id><published>2010-05-16T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:41:04.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures, Imperfect</title><content type='html'>Pictures speak.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_-PlVCF8I/AAAAAAAAB-k/DC1vJJGTp8Y/s1600/DSC03499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_-PlVCF8I/AAAAAAAAB-k/DC1vJJGTp8Y/s320/DSC03499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_-Wnm5jtI/AAAAAAAAB-s/nTkTmMeqxbo/s1600/DSC03503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_-Wnm5jtI/AAAAAAAAB-s/nTkTmMeqxbo/s320/DSC03503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_-eYt7M3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/RpArxjGo8Gc/s1600/DSC03515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_-eYt7M3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/RpArxjGo8Gc/s320/DSC03515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_-k6QWiHI/AAAAAAAAB-8/6lsyPI2epKU/s1600/DSC03626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_-k6QWiHI/AAAAAAAAB-8/6lsyPI2epKU/s320/DSC03626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mothers' Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_-p_Y_nxI/AAAAAAAAB_E/aWvqgpgy9lY/s1600/DSC03629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_-p_Y_nxI/AAAAAAAAB_E/aWvqgpgy9lY/s320/DSC03629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addmaths tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_-vyyRcoI/AAAAAAAAB_M/BvUhDVbpdd8/s1600/DSC03645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_-vyyRcoI/AAAAAAAAB_M/BvUhDVbpdd8/s320/DSC03645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_ARvwkQplI/AAAAAAAAB_0/txv7GAIRjjk/s1600/DSC03642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S_ARvwkQplI/AAAAAAAAB_0/txv7GAIRjjk/s320/DSC03642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_-3ucxqkI/AAAAAAAAB_U/XYc5QldVnkk/s1600/DSC03673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_-3ucxqkI/AAAAAAAAB_U/XYc5QldVnkk/s320/DSC03673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_-9PGU3NI/AAAAAAAAB_c/f2PVvm7Dzd8/s1600/DSC03675.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_-9PGU3NI/AAAAAAAAB_c/f2PVvm7Dzd8/s320/DSC03675.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_--L2SCWI/AAAAAAAAB_k/uHdg5q88Qd8/s1600/DSC03680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_--L2SCWI/AAAAAAAAB_k/uHdg5q88Qd8/s320/DSC03680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gopeng performance, earlier today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People:&lt;br /&gt;Annie, Mom, Dad, Aunt Kah Yee, Addie, Joeger, Teoh, Ms. Fam, Louis, Mei Rong, Hui Yee(?), Chloe, Vivian, and this guy, i forgotten his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I chopped my hair off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Addmaths make me wanna die.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sick of playing Taylor Swift on my guitar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I could, I'd turn the clock around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moving on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be it.&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-4174297708753493111?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4174297708753493111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4174297708753493111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/05/pictures-imperfect.html' title='Pictures, Imperfect'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-_-PlVCF8I/AAAAAAAAB-k/DC1vJJGTp8Y/s72-c/DSC03499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-8249323166683723559</id><published>2010-05-15T01:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T02:05:48.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>情非得已</title><content type='html'>I've been crying for the past 15mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all thanks to a song, called&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 23px;"&gt;情非得已&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;that Teoh shared with me earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;难以忘记初次见你&lt;br /&gt;一双迷人的眼睛&lt;br /&gt;在我脑海里&lt;br /&gt;你的身影&lt;br /&gt;挥散不去&lt;br /&gt;握你的双手感觉你的温柔&lt;br /&gt;真的有点透不过气&lt;br /&gt;你 的天真&lt;br /&gt;我想珍惜&lt;br /&gt;看到你受委屈&lt;br /&gt;我会伤心&lt;br /&gt;只怕我自己会爱上你&lt;br /&gt;不敢让自己靠的太近&lt;br /&gt;怕我没什么能够给你&lt;br /&gt;爱 你也需要很大的勇气&lt;br /&gt;只怕我自己会爱上你&lt;br /&gt;也许有天会情不自禁&lt;br /&gt;想念只让自己苦了自己&lt;br /&gt;爱上你是我情非得已&lt;br /&gt;什么原因&lt;br /&gt;我 竟然又会遇见你&lt;br /&gt;我真的真的不愿意&lt;br /&gt;就这样陷入爱的陷阱&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to stop, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the thoughts of you just won't let me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been so long since I've cried this hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the last time was during chinese new year, because of you too.&lt;br /&gt;this time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tears fall down uncontrollably,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of a girl's text message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because she said she doesn't believe that I really like her that much.&lt;br /&gt;and a song that triggered everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how to express myself further,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll let my tears do the talking for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-8249323166683723559?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/8249323166683723559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/8249323166683723559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='情非得已'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-3022938813501984694</id><published>2010-05-10T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:02:24.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day, mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-bb_xf-b7I/AAAAAAAAB-c/oSEDZrvo4Xc/s1600/Happy_Mother__s_Day_by_imaginedmoments.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-bb_xf-b7I/AAAAAAAAB-c/oSEDZrvo4Xc/s320/Happy_Mother__s_Day_by_imaginedmoments.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being such an awesome one for the past 17 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;And to all the moms out there for giving birth to these amazing people that revolves around my life.&lt;br /&gt;But especially mine and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Jean Yenn&lt;/span&gt;'s. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-3022938813501984694?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/3022938813501984694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/3022938813501984694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S-bb_xf-b7I/AAAAAAAAB-c/oSEDZrvo4Xc/s72-c/Happy_Mother__s_Day_by_imaginedmoments.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-8135716538773893793</id><published>2010-04-21T17:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T00:13:44.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrivederci</title><content type='html'>It means until we meet again, if you're wondering.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, people.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-8135716538773893793?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/8135716538773893793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/8135716538773893793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/04/arrivederci.html' title='Arrivederci'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-1621418707577401428</id><published>2010-04-19T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:05:48.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Très Bien</title><content type='html'>Hello, it's 33minutes past 12pm, with a mixture of flavors like Metal and R&amp;amp;B. I just woke up, thanks to a pretty girl that got me chatting with her till 3am last night, and I still feel drowsy. By the way, why is today a holiday? I think it's some big shot's birthday, I've no idea, as long as I won't get monday blues at home. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you guys realize how hot is it recently? I mean like freakishly oven-hot hot. Damn. And I heard from my parents that there are signs of volcanic activity all over the globe, at first I was like, oh c'mon, we don't have volcanoes in Malaysia, until I remember the closest place that has live volcanoes, is not far away from us, and remember idk how long ago there were haze and stuff? Yeah, it was caused by forest fires. Where? Indonesia. Lol. That country's poor, has lots of environmental hazards that affect the counties around it BUT has lots of nice food I THINK? I've never been to Indonesia so yeah, idk. Oh and most maids come from that country. Thumbs up to that as well. Guess that's the reason why hasn't the other countries decide to bomb the place straight to hell yet huh.......well of course I'm joking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, back to the volcano issues, okay, so look, why're there volcano eruptions? Okay well it's been 2 years since Geography, but it's cause of the earth's crust and yadi yadi yada. You guys know right. Okay, so if the earth's crust moves in such a way that volcanoes erupt, what'll accompany it? Here's a hint: they're huge, tall, destructive, and comes from the seafloor. And no, I'm not talking bout &lt;i&gt;Godzilla&lt;/i&gt;. -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....I'm talking bout tsunamis that can reach like. 1234565ft. high and 1311km into the land. And what accompanies all this? Earthquake, I mean like duh, if the earth's moving like that, earthquake naturally happens as well. And from volcano eruptions what will one get? Volcanic ash/dust, molten lava. Volcanic dust is poisonous, and molten lava will melt even frickin' Ironman to moltenman. HAHAHAHAAH. .....okay fine so maybe it's lame. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you people don't get it yet,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's the equation,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Survival:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Volcanic dust&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Molten lava&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Tsunami&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Earthquake &lt;/span&gt;+ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Diseases &lt;/span&gt;+ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Heat &lt;/span&gt;= &amp;lt;40%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8v5zYYPWdI/AAAAAAAAB9c/5XtjVvFKLUM/s1600/Apocalypse_II_by_Karezoid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8v5zYYPWdI/AAAAAAAAB9c/5XtjVvFKLUM/s320/Apocalypse_II_by_Karezoid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol, we're doomed. It's just a matter of how long till then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe 2012 will really be the end, maybe not. Who knows? But then, what if 2012 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;isn't &lt;/span&gt;the end of humanity? Those that started slacking, drinking and doing whatever they wanted to, and not doing what they SHOULD be doing would be fucked. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it'll be the best 2 years of their lives, wouldn't you agree? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what should I be doing right now, isn't just trying to live out everyday, what should I be doing right now would actually be studying my balls off, until maybe one day before what, 21st December 2012? They've probably predicted that date by then, when everything crumbles and falls. I'd be living life my way that time. Heh. I'd probably tell everything I wanted to tell to people, my friends or whoever, taking risks like diving off a plane without parachutes on, and going into the Bermuda Triangle. OR. I'll just kick back, relax with my buds, and have my last day lived just like that. I wouldn't mind, really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, yeah. I'd like a holiday in my life right about now, let everything come to a pause, for perhaps, a few days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8v27955B4I/AAAAAAAAB9U/EPs0LRqDi6M/s1600/Starlit_Sky_Part_1_by_Ov3RMinD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8v27955B4I/AAAAAAAAB9U/EPs0LRqDi6M/s320/Starlit_Sky_Part_1_by_Ov3RMinD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liberate my mind of all the thoughts, gimme a starlit, moonless night sky, an apple tree, and lemme just lie there under it by myself, in the middle of an orchard just looking at the stars, trying to figure out where's my horoscope pointing towards to, the sagittarius' arrow. I'd walk towards that direction, to wherever it may lead. I'll be ready to hit resume when I eventually reach my goal somewhere out there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But until then, guess my little room would need to suffice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All day, been staring at the ceiling, making friends with shadows on my wall. But they're not talking to me. Ignorant bastards.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess I'll just talk to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-1621418707577401428?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1621418707577401428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1621418707577401428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/04/tres-bien.html' title='Très Bien'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8v5zYYPWdI/AAAAAAAAB9c/5XtjVvFKLUM/s72-c/Apocalypse_II_by_Karezoid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-7410761869358656291</id><published>2010-04-12T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:24:09.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MGS Pesta Ria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Was two days ago, on a scorching Saturday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A few pics, creds to Yin Jen's DSLR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8M1LH5rBaI/AAAAAAAAB9E/jJEGewZGzGQ/s1600/25630_380413241905_637846905_4205264_928956_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8M1LH5rBaI/AAAAAAAAB9E/jJEGewZGzGQ/s320/25630_380413241905_637846905_4205264_928956_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8M0b0VVLpI/AAAAAAAAB80/5KiR2SW2ueg/s1600/26723_385339838547_598958547_3668501_7677162_n3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8M0b0VVLpI/AAAAAAAAB80/5KiR2SW2ueg/s1600/26723_385339838547_598958547_3668501_7677162_n3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8M0b0VVLpI/AAAAAAAAB80/5KiR2SW2ueg/s320/26723_385339838547_598958547_3668501_7677162_n3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8M1Jf66VMI/AAAAAAAAB88/YVCMvqQo1hQ/s1600/25630_380413311905_637846905_4205276_6621778_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8M1Jf66VMI/AAAAAAAAB88/YVCMvqQo1hQ/s320/25630_380413311905_637846905_4205276_6621778_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8M1MXrHYWI/AAAAAAAAB9M/HAasgselPHg/s1600/25630_380413596905_637846905_4205319_6036166_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8M1MXrHYWI/AAAAAAAAB9M/HAasgselPHg/s320/25630_380413596905_637846905_4205319_6036166_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more here, from Yin Jen's camera: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4205304&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=617497071&amp;amp;id=637846905#!/album.php?aid=169082&amp;amp;id=637846905&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;MGS Pesta Ria&lt;/a&gt;, by Yin Jen.&lt;br /&gt;Met loads of people, got scammed like nuts all over the place, lots of stuff. I'm very lazy to elaborate, so this'll have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8M0QQU_fzI/AAAAAAAAB8c/n1Fl4ZnHw1w/s1600/DSC03365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8M0QQU_fzI/AAAAAAAAB8c/n1Fl4ZnHw1w/s320/DSC03365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8M0KuygqRI/AAAAAAAAB8U/VgGlH5wIeic/s320/DSC03364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8M0VDQYtoI/AAAAAAAAB8k/5-EkVR64PCA/s1600/DSC03367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8M0VDQYtoI/AAAAAAAAB8k/5-EkVR64PCA/s320/DSC03367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8M0bASmrkI/AAAAAAAAB8s/GuyQJm53cSY/s1600/DSC03368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8M0bASmrkI/AAAAAAAAB8s/GuyQJm53cSY/s320/DSC03368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped guitar lessons to Ipoh Parade with the above people, Grace, William and Kian Seng. I hate taxi drivers at times, and the fact that I won't be able to drive till December. I was the last to leave, after getting dad a birthday present, some Nike tee. I'm now three digit poorer, and has a semi-hole burned through my wallet. lol. But it's worth it, looking at his happy face and all that after he saw the gift. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to some restaurant at night to celebrate dad's birthday, nothing much that I think should be noted down here, except for this clip of Mei Rong playing Tekken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;okay I'll need to learn how to upload videos, google's messing with video posting. stay tuned! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm just so bad in numbers, it's depressing.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's like, oh, Sam Tet people are good in maths!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, chinese dudes are awesome in calculating.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not. I suck in numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a failure. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-7410761869358656291?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/7410761869358656291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/7410761869358656291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/04/mgs-pesta-ria.html' title='MGS Pesta Ria'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S8M1LH5rBaI/AAAAAAAAB9E/jJEGewZGzGQ/s72-c/25630_380413241905_637846905_4205264_928956_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-8807355177484225913</id><published>2010-04-08T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:14:30.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusement</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder if the world of the future, after all the ice melted and shit,&lt;br /&gt;what would the world be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S73yh3BEOII/AAAAAAAAB8M/DM8z4J19IZs/s1600/pumpkin_hill_stock_4_by_BreedStock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S73yh3BEOII/AAAAAAAAB8M/DM8z4J19IZs/s320/pumpkin_hill_stock_4_by_BreedStock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible for everyone on the earth to be on another planet by then.&lt;br /&gt;Cause, see, even in the movie 2012, for technology that advanced, only people that are filthy rich could be guaranteed a slot in that arc.&lt;br /&gt;And that's only temporary.&lt;br /&gt;What if the world was engulfed in ocean water, 40,000 leagues deep?&lt;br /&gt;What if the world's land was reduced to only a 200km wide/long mini continent?&lt;br /&gt;It won't be haven, for all the land animals would be there, hoping for survival. How many can you shoot down, how many can you gun down selfishly just for the sake of YOUR survival? How many species would be extinct, thanks to you, humans.&lt;br /&gt;Would humans evolve in years to come to be mermen and mermaids? lol.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be that complicated, to grow a tail, scales, gills and a new respiratory system to adapt to all that circumstances would be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;There are many more ferocious creatures lurking beneath the depths of the sea, you wouldn't be able to discover Atlantis, nor build an underwater utopia like Rapture.&lt;br /&gt;So why not just accept fate, and die already.&lt;br /&gt;Stop developing, stop solving, just stop.&lt;br /&gt;and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some thoughts, don't mind me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days've been the same. Everyday, the same usual routines.&lt;br /&gt;Not even a lil bit of change,&lt;br /&gt;not even a single teeny tiny little pinch of spice.&lt;br /&gt;I can live though, being like this.&lt;br /&gt;All I need: Music and my room.&lt;br /&gt;Isolate me from the world outside, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder will 2012 really be the end,&lt;br /&gt;cause I sure hope so. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want the world to be remade, or humans given a second chance to amend everything they did. Somethings just aren't fixable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;One week's about gone, again.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even keep track, I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-8807355177484225913?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/8807355177484225913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/8807355177484225913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/04/amusement.html' title='Amusement'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S73yh3BEOII/AAAAAAAAB8M/DM8z4J19IZs/s72-c/pumpkin_hill_stock_4_by_BreedStock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-6882501874772377131</id><published>2010-04-04T21:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:06:34.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>wasn't that good.&lt;br /&gt;hell, it's nowhere near good.&lt;br /&gt;it's just like any other average Sunday, with painted eggs all over Ipoh, but not in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't rain afterall,&lt;br /&gt;and I was sleeping, hoping that it'll be dark and stormy when I wake up, but the Sun just had to go all tyrant on the rain I love so much. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So earlier I was watching this movie on astro, called Never Back Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about..fighting. Okay I don't know what else to add. It's all about fighting, fighting and more fighting. Uh. Okay well there's also moral values I guess, stuff like, we should never back down from whatever difficulties that appear to us. Yeah, something like that. Difficulties, or whatever it may be. Face them, don't always walk away from them, nothing can be solved that way. Okay so after digesting a bit of peanut butter sandwich, that's what I figured out. But hey, it's better than nothing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7iYku6GzfI/AAAAAAAAB7k/jos2vUWgly8/s1600/never_back_down_ver3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7iYku6GzfI/AAAAAAAAB7k/jos2vUWgly8/s320/never_back_down_ver3.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I realized there were a few pics in my phone, I guess I'll upload them along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7iYrVD9IdI/AAAAAAAAB7s/XxiQS4jmyWY/s1600/DSC03336v2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7iYrVD9IdI/AAAAAAAAB7s/XxiQS4jmyWY/s320/DSC03336v2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pappa Rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7iYzfzpjGI/AAAAAAAAB78/Prw4lc_b1XA/s1600/DSC03334V2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7iYzfzpjGI/AAAAAAAAB78/Prw4lc_b1XA/s320/DSC03334V2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7iYwCyQLHI/AAAAAAAAB70/wAIE88_PJ2c/s1600/DSC03332V2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7iYwCyQLHI/AAAAAAAAB70/wAIE88_PJ2c/s320/DSC03332V2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7iY7h4IeqI/AAAAAAAAB8E/iLNTbHBbzJc/s1600/DSC03351v2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7iY7h4IeqI/AAAAAAAAB8E/iLNTbHBbzJc/s320/DSC03351v2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My supper, the other night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;School tomorrow, sigh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;I hate Mondays, I wish we had a few weeks worth of holiday instead of that measly one week for march, I wish school isn't so stressful; heck I wish life isn't so stressful. I wish you know you're the best thing I never knew I needed.&lt;br /&gt;I wish so many things'd change for the better, one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-6882501874772377131?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6882501874772377131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6882501874772377131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/04/yet-another-average-sunday.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7iYku6GzfI/AAAAAAAAB7k/jos2vUWgly8/s72-c/never_back_down_ver3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-6354436463779260081</id><published>2010-04-04T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T15:22:55.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I just got off the phone, and after browsing through loads of random pics on Facebook, look at what I found,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;removed, its a disgrace to my blog&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lol. This is fuckin' pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;No wait, saying it's pathetic means cutting it some slack, this, is beyond pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;The sad person who made this deserves to be burned alive, I'd say. Dumb bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Words can't describe how retarded people nowadays can be. *facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;But then again, you can't blame them, cause when you play DotA till the extent of agreeing to this, you won't even get a girlfriend. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Idk what to write bout that apology post, so uhhh. I'm sorry for leaving you hanging alright. Won't happen anymore. ;)&lt;br /&gt;And it's Sunday again tomorrow. Sunday, bloody sunday. Hope it'll rain the whole day though. HEHEH. Sun oh sun, phuck off tomorrow, please. It may be &lt;i&gt;Sun&lt;/i&gt;day, but screw you, It's only a name, not YOUR day. Stupid sun.&lt;br /&gt;1.35am, school's on Monday, no spring break for me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today, was the same as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Why are things always the same, I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to hit the sacks, au revoir.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEI LIP!&amp;nbsp;&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/6116255052012920838-6354436463779260081?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6354436463779260081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6354436463779260081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/04/another.html' title='Another'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-4514397885439133687</id><published>2010-04-02T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:55:24.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Friday, I mean, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Good Friday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what does it mean, for the christians out there, but to me, its just an extra day for me to rest and to kick back, relax. Well, today has been..the same. It's always the same, what I do everyday. I wake up, survive through the day, and go back to sleep, with a tinge of boredom here and there. I think it's good, in a way. Things are..peaceful, to say the least. If you're optimistic, it's very very good considering nothing's happening and everything remains the same, everything, remains ever so slow-paced. Mhmm. But if you're like me, you'd be both happy and somewhat..sad, considering it's my last year in high school, and there I was, sitting in my room, alone and not out there. Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time's been moving forward ever so quickly, especially on the long-awaited hols. I was planning on going out today. I tried to walk out nonchalantly, but I got pulled back, by that &amp;nbsp;leash my parents bounded me to. It relaxes only every once a month, and I wasn't sure that today could be stamped on my memory. In fact, I'm not sure whether any day I choose to go out will be a noteworthy day. I'm craving to get out of these walls that confine me, but I don't know where to go, I don't know why am I even going out..I don't see the point. Can someone humanely guide me back to the path I strayed away from? No.. nobody can. I'm happy living like this..I'm happy. Why aren't I? It's not like I need anything more in my life right? Yup...but then, why am I still feeling so..vacant? Beats me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been bemused about all of this for the whole day, and yet, still clueless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever. Enough of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll just write what happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been talking to Grace bout scores of random stuff today. And was the appeaser for two of my friends. They argued cause of DotA. Of all the stuff, a mindless game. Stupid people. I bet the both of them are still thinking they're right, and the other's wrong until now. Sigh. What for. They've been friends for a few years now I guess, and even a simple game gave that bond a stain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends.. what are friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends, are people around us which we get to know and have fun with. I think that should define the term, but who knows? Who knows will your friends betray that trust that you bestowed on them or not? Who knows what will they do when you're not looking? Nobody. Friends, are more likely tools, that are used in many, many different ways. Namely, for entertainment. Friends brighten up our lives, but at the same time, who knows what obscurity lie behind that ostentatious scene? Nobody knows; Friends, are people who come and go, they're people who leave behind traces of picture perfect footprints on the gravel of our memory in their wake, or pitch blackness that will scar us emotionally. Friends.. I just don't know if they're important anymore, no &amp;nbsp;offense to you people around me. I'm just.. clouded at the moment. Humanity just seems so..unsightly. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7X2SVYlo9I/AAAAAAAAB7U/BfKwUe7IWmk/s1600/Empty_by_ABXeye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7X2SVYlo9I/AAAAAAAAB7U/BfKwUe7IWmk/s320/Empty_by_ABXeye.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sigh.&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/6116255052012920838-4514397885439133687?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4514397885439133687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4514397885439133687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7X2SVYlo9I/AAAAAAAAB7U/BfKwUe7IWmk/s72-c/Empty_by_ABXeye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-5823510955884669626</id><published>2010-04-02T02:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T02:56:47.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;l &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone had fun. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't, cause nobody pranked me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, there's always next time, right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and, gonna hit the kill switch on my blog soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't feel like blogging anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Okay fine so that was a lame prank attempt) -.- gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If I lay here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;lf I just laid here,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;would you lie with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and forget the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-5823510955884669626?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5823510955884669626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5823510955884669626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-p-r-i-l-f-o-o-l-s-day-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-5684237263943227993</id><published>2010-03-31T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:07:02.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March, 31st</title><content type='html'>The last day of March.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies and tomorrow's gonna be flippin' April already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna get my ass into April cause of all the events that'll be happening.&lt;br /&gt;That, and cause April's another checkpoint to SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I realize I've been sighing alot.&lt;br /&gt;Like literally sighing, a LOT everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be missing out on everything,&lt;br /&gt;but it's not like anyone gives a damn right. lol.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye peaceful March, hi April, I know you're not here yet,&lt;br /&gt;but I know it's not gonna be a nice month already.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7NUziI2o-I/AAAAAAAAB68/lQr8LlikCGU/s1600/FUCK_ALL_by_CharlesA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7NUziI2o-I/AAAAAAAAB68/lQr8LlikCGU/s320/FUCK_ALL_by_CharlesA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-5684237263943227993?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5684237263943227993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5684237263943227993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-31st.html' title='March, 31st'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7NUziI2o-I/AAAAAAAAB68/lQr8LlikCGU/s72-c/FUCK_ALL_by_CharlesA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-6090648206514298854</id><published>2010-03-30T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:44:04.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live; Happy Birthday Grace!</title><content type='html'>Wherever life takes you to, always have hope. Always think straight, think positive.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. See, I know stuff. I know what to think, what to say and shit.&lt;br /&gt;But how?&lt;br /&gt;How to keep your mind positive all the time,&lt;br /&gt;and be constantly motivated to actually study your balls off?&lt;br /&gt;I still find that to be a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps something life changing, or some huge impact to the head that made the originally idiotic Einstein discover his theory of relativity, E = MC^2?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it because of his mother who nagged him to hell when he was a teen-when his studies sucked? I don't know. It'll all remain unsolved; mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;How can people be so motivated to do stuff at times?&lt;br /&gt;How'd Henry Ting and Jovin See become so hopelessly hardworking?&lt;br /&gt;How'd everyone around me started studying so much?&lt;br /&gt;I know why.&lt;br /&gt;It's simply because they want their futures to be brighter.&lt;br /&gt;It's simply because they want to lead better lives next time.&lt;br /&gt;It's simply because, they want something in the future, whatever it may be.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they just felt like studying. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I know craploads of stuff. &lt;i&gt;craploads.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to talk, what to talk about; when to think, when not to.&lt;br /&gt;When to study, what to study, how long should I study.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;I know why too.&lt;br /&gt;It's cause I'm lazy. Why am I lazy? Am I really lazy? Or my focus ain't on studying right now?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. So there are things that are still blur to me.&lt;br /&gt;Why, why, why.&lt;br /&gt;I always ask myself. Why. Why does everyone know what they want in the future, what they wanna be, their aims, why do they know. Why.&lt;br /&gt;I know why. It's because they really sat down one fine day, and thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;Thought about what job would be the most profitable job, what job would be the least boring one, what job, would leaad them to success.&lt;br /&gt;I know. But why, why can't I think like that? Phuck. Why.&lt;br /&gt;Why'd I fall for you, of all people?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I typing what am I typing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not studying right now, but instead, blogging bout random issues?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I have the guts to do so many things?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be so phuckin' smart that I know everything that's to know?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I look so average when there are so many people out there who dazzle people with their looks alone?&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't I as loved as so many other people are?&lt;br /&gt;Why was I born in Malaysia, of all places?&lt;br /&gt;Why. Why. Why. Why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually. I know why. Somethings can't be chosen, somethings can't be changed. Somethings are meant to be in such a way that you, or me, or even frickin' Obama cannot change. Things like, love. Funny, funny emotion, that is. You cannot possibly choose, to not like someone, when you already have. You cannot possibly choose, not to be literally stupid, if you're born retarded. You cannot possibly choose, not to have disasters in life. You simply cannot. Somethings are just meant to be the way they are I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Live high; live proud. Live life. Be proud of who you are. Be proud that you're unique in your own way, and everything right now, everything you see, everyone of your friends, every single moment with them, every single memory. Is something to be proud of, something that only you experienced. Something, that is yours. Make it last. Make it memorable. And live life. No point being negative all the time, when you look back in years to come, you wouldn't want unhappy memories right. So yeah. Live. Happily. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7IbnVGkItI/AAAAAAAAB60/xpOp4Ni3w88/s1600/birthday-cake1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7IbnVGkItI/AAAAAAAAB60/xpOp4Ni3w88/s320/birthday-cake1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;H&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;B&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;R&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;T&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;H&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Y&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;GRACE LOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you had a blast today. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-6090648206514298854?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6090648206514298854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6090648206514298854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/03/live-happy-birthday-grace.html' title='Live; Happy Birthday Grace!'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S7IbnVGkItI/AAAAAAAAB60/xpOp4Ni3w88/s72-c/birthday-cake1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-7703618863903019687</id><published>2010-03-28T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:31:10.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid</title><content type='html'>EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wasn't being stupid afterall. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I realize studying on normal days aren't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;It's.. enjoyable, even.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I managed to brainwash myself.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be sleeping by 11pm every single day from now on,&lt;br /&gt;and imma try to be like Henry/Jovin.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, but steady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-7703618863903019687?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/7703618863903019687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/7703618863903019687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/03/stupid.html' title='Stupid'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-9097099715269383507</id><published>2010-03-27T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T03:21:45.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No matter what I do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All I think about is you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even when I'm with my Boo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boy, you know I'm crazy over you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No matter what I do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All I think about is you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even when I'm with my Boo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know I'm crazy over you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics to one of the best R&amp;amp;B song of all time, &lt;i&gt;Dilemma&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's been stuck in my head since last night, when I was rummaging through my trillions of folders of music. I can relate to the chorus, &lt;i&gt;all I think about is you&lt;/i&gt;, because, I really do. I've been thinking about you since Idk how many ages ago, and been thinking bout what to do, since a while back. Thing is, I've been trying to give up on doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, when you think it's time to back out from something, just do it. Don't think too much, there's no point in continuing in vain if everything ends up the wrong way. And right now-what I'm doing right now, I think all of it is going the wrong way. I maybe going paranoid again, but I just don't know. But then again there's no point if you know what's gonna happen in the end right, I know about that. I really do.&amp;nbsp;It's just that, see, I'm kinda lost. There are no signs, at all that I'm going in the right direction. Not even a single hint. &lt;i&gt;Nothing&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time I call it quits.&lt;br /&gt;I tried.. maybe not hard enough, but I tried.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done trying, if you want me in your life, please, a hint will do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna say goodbye; I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to tell me it's time I moved on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-9097099715269383507?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/9097099715269383507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/9097099715269383507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/03/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-6327319954999719739</id><published>2010-03-24T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:01:23.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supper</title><content type='html'>So people. I'm back for supper instead of dinner or lunch. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Here's an update, I suddenly just felt like doing one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently, nothing much has been happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Alright so maybe there was, but I wasn't there for Karaoke with them people, instead I had to get confined within these walls, blah blah blah. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to the loads of emo people out there, don't do cutting, it doesn't work. Thing bout cutting is. Either you do it completely, or don't do it at all. Scars ain't really a sight to behold 'innit. But if you really wanna do it, lol, do it somewhere not that visible, you'll feel better if people can't see it, so you won't get bombarded with questions like, "Why the hell are you cutting yourself, you dumbass!?" ..yep, do it smart, you'll be glad you did. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been an asshole for a while back, I ignored texts and shit, I'm sorry, SengHoo, Pam for missing even that last outing before you people leave. I'm sorry, everyone. For pissing you guys off at times. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's..school, to say the least. Bio and Physics teachers still suck at teaching, Nothing much, except for the unchanged fact that I need to study. Everyone's doing it, especially Jovin and Henry. And after listening to what Addie, my addmaths tuition teacher said, studying's really, really..important. It'll make a difference in the future. I'm clinging on to that statement, and doing my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically both school &amp;amp; life's been..grey. I'm starting to lose that direction of mine, to try to live through high school as colourfully as possible. Now days seem to be blazing through, with only nothing but myself and I, trying to re-crayon everything back to colour. I've lost interest in everything, everything except for one. I'm clinging on to that little shard of hope, that tiny fragment, that things will work out. If you know what am I talking about, yes, its exactly what you think. If things don't work out, there won't be another one for a long, long time. So somehow let me know if I have a shot at this. Whatever it may be, let me know, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics from my phone, idk, just to fill up this post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S6otGxCihhI/AAAAAAAAB5s/gFdwFSEJRWo/s1600/DSC03273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S6otGxCihhI/AAAAAAAAB5s/gFdwFSEJRWo/s320/DSC03273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S6otL5C6AqI/AAAAAAAAB50/JcddHnXdkaY/s1600/DSC03276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S6otL5C6AqI/AAAAAAAAB50/JcddHnXdkaY/s320/DSC03276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S6otXHudxrI/AAAAAAAAB58/kV_4J6egWfA/s1600/DSC03285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S6otXHudxrI/AAAAAAAAB58/kV_4J6egWfA/s320/DSC03285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S6oteEPcAPI/AAAAAAAAB6E/3SL6xQ79P38/s1600/DSC03287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S6oteEPcAPI/AAAAAAAAB6E/3SL6xQ79P38/s320/DSC03287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S6otfs-PInI/AAAAAAAAB6M/ht0bET5jVz8/s1600/DSC03313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S6otfs-PInI/AAAAAAAAB6M/ht0bET5jVz8/s320/DSC03313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S6oxGlvXRGI/AAAAAAAAB6k/cITB7s7zQYw/s1600/DSC03295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S6oxGlvXRGI/AAAAAAAAB6k/cITB7s7zQYw/s320/DSC03295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S6otvGmLGjI/AAAAAAAAB6U/qP6PeQ-IUig/s1600/DSC03329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S6otvGmLGjI/AAAAAAAAB6U/qP6PeQ-IUig/s320/DSC03329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Maybe it's time I stopped this, maybe it's time I came back, to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-6327319954999719739?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6327319954999719739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6327319954999719739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/03/supper.html' title='Supper'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S6otGxCihhI/AAAAAAAAB5s/gFdwFSEJRWo/s72-c/DSC03273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-1537592134582090271</id><published>2010-03-16T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:06:07.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff's been happening recently like usual, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;But really,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;who wants to know?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being a dick recently,&lt;br /&gt;but I need a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;vacation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to somewhere far away from civilization,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me,&lt;br /&gt;but there just is something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back for dinner someday,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe for lunch. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then.&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;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;When things go wrong, don't run away, face them head-on, with a smile; Say TRY ME, not WHY me.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;..yep,I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;all talk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-1537592134582090271?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1537592134582090271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1537592134582090271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/03/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-6723608955404749652</id><published>2010-03-03T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:49:28.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently</title><content type='html'>Been studying, but not till the extent of dropping my balls.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll be frank, I haven't been studying that hard.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't feel like it, get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;It's like, I feel that I have all the time in the world,&lt;br /&gt;when in fact, I do fucking not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;and this upcoming exam next week? Yeah well, I don't really care about how'll I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S45v84zeKWI/AAAAAAAAB5U/ji_fkq5lmls/s1600-h/DSC03149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S45v84zeKWI/AAAAAAAAB5U/ji_fkq5lmls/s320/DSC03149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S45wDU6MYNI/AAAAAAAAB5k/sZtXsUqrJCw/s1600-h/DSC03146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S45wDU6MYNI/AAAAAAAAB5k/sZtXsUqrJCw/s320/DSC03146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S45wAwhrDKI/AAAAAAAAB5c/EFY6psmdvdI/s1600-h/DSC03134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S45wAwhrDKI/AAAAAAAAB5c/EFY6psmdvdI/s320/DSC03134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S45vEV68hjI/AAAAAAAAB5M/zyuA1Yi7tss/s1600-h/DSC03180v2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S45vEV68hjI/AAAAAAAAB5M/zyuA1Yi7tss/s320/DSC03180v2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S45vCKmsd4I/AAAAAAAAB5E/tLjB7F1V2J0/s1600-h/DSC03209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S45vCKmsd4I/AAAAAAAAB5E/tLjB7F1V2J0/s320/DSC03209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, well, those are few of the many pics in my phone that weren't uploaded yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's not that hard to figure out the sequence, really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But details? Naaaaaaaah. Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gotta go mug the reference books again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bye-bye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-6723608955404749652?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6723608955404749652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6723608955404749652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/03/been-studying-but-not-till-extent-of.html' title='Recently'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S45v84zeKWI/AAAAAAAAB5U/ji_fkq5lmls/s72-c/DSC03149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-4181228857117966986</id><published>2010-02-21T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:49:48.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY's Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I'll just post pictures for this post to let you guys know what I did on the Chinese New Year Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S4DprdZsYbI/AAAAAAAAB3s/gKLVqO_XzhA/s1600-h/DSC03108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S4DprdZsYbI/AAAAAAAAB3s/gKLVqO_XzhA/s320/DSC03108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lou sang with Loong, Teoh, Eurica, Vestene and this other girl at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sushi King, Ipoh Parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S4DpwWbv3sI/AAAAAAAAB38/HvGHVFXuKm4/s1600-h/DSC03112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S4DpwWbv3sI/AAAAAAAAB38/HvGHVFXuKm4/s320/DSC03112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S4Dp1ThK5PI/AAAAAAAAB4U/fDz7iGuuj7E/s1600-h/DSC03119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S4DpuOIEWpI/AAAAAAAAB30/FRqTxk3qgrQ/s1600-h/DSC03111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S4DpuOIEWpI/AAAAAAAAB30/FRqTxk3qgrQ/s320/DSC03111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy thai food! Made hot by THE food goddess, Mimi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S4Dp1ThK5PI/AAAAAAAAB4U/fDz7iGuuj7E/s1600-h/DSC03119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S4Dp1ThK5PI/AAAAAAAAB4U/fDz7iGuuj7E/s320/DSC03119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starbucks with Loong, Teoh, Mimi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S4DpyWVKVwI/AAAAAAAAB4E/pUCx91TAsMQ/s1600-h/DSC03116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S4DpyWVKVwI/AAAAAAAAB4E/pUCx91TAsMQ/s320/DSC03116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Loong; &lt;i&gt;Alicified&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S4Dp0DPoedI/AAAAAAAAB4M/H-7QSE0ATM8/s1600-h/DSC03118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S4Dp0DPoedI/AAAAAAAAB4M/H-7QSE0ATM8/s320/DSC03118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S4Dp0DPoedI/AAAAAAAAB4M/H-7QSE0ATM8/s1600-h/DSC03118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are more finer details during the night, but this&amp;nbsp;would be it for this post,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't write anymore than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't add details, if I do, I'll be writing not about whatever that happened-mind you, I cherish my memories, but what I'll be writing about is far more than that of memories. Something &lt;i&gt;alien &lt;/i&gt;to me. Think of it as an out-of-body experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I slept at 1am, and woke up at 5am earlier today thanks to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So this is what it feels like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;to be sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's a disease.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-4181228857117966986?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4181228857117966986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4181228857117966986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/02/cnys-friday.html' title='CNY&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S4DprdZsYbI/AAAAAAAAB3s/gKLVqO_XzhA/s72-c/DSC03108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-1310108187144786859</id><published>2010-02-17T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:50:55.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY's Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Okay, so.. Tuesday, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9+ cause my family had to go to a relative's shop for a lion dance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0XsReiVI/AAAAAAAAB2g/dBnZYBi5kOo/s1600-h/DSC03091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0XsReiVI/AAAAAAAAB2g/dBnZYBi5kOo/s320/DSC03091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I don't really like lion dances. lol&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to Jusco right after lunch, cousin bought a Fairlady, and hee sped like. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;200kmph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; from the highway at Gopeng till Jusco. And guess what, only &lt;u&gt;seven&lt;/u&gt; minutes yo. Didn't take a pic, I was on the edge of my seats looking at the scenery blazing by. LOL. Anyway, I had to use the leg express to get my ass from Jusco to Infinity,&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt; "everyone's here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;. Well since &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;EVERYONE's &lt;/span&gt;there, I thought,"aiya, okay lor. go lor." but when I reached, the so-called everyone's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Max Yeoh&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;nbsp;his bro, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Joel Oon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;. I was momentarily stunned. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up playing DotA, not going for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Kbox &lt;/span&gt;as planned, getting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Victoria Yeoh&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Emily Ng&lt;/span&gt; bored of waiting at Jusco with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Sunny Ckh &lt;/span&gt;and getting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Mimi &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Henry &lt;/span&gt;to come over for L4D....William's one helluva kickass organizer aye. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Henry was late by bout a bloody hour, and when he was nearby he texted Mimi saying, &lt;i&gt;"Reached dy, which com?"&lt;/i&gt; when we were OUTSIDE of Infinity, ready to leave while waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Think of better lies.&lt;/span&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;It was about dinnertime when Henry came, we went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Station One&lt;/span&gt; for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0w95jkdI/AAAAAAAAB3g/hNDNQS7aGlI/s1600-h/DSC03093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0w95jkdI/AAAAAAAAB3g/hNDNQS7aGlI/s320/DSC03093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat, crap, and loads of Science thanks to Professor Henry Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Gee, you know anot, this time our Physics gg dee.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Gee, you know this Bio term? *speaks alien*"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee here Gee there. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Henry, you needa stop studying wey. I mean, shit, it's flippin &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Chinese Study Week &lt;/span&gt;man. Sigh. He makes me feel so bloody stupid I swear. It's like each time he opens his mouth he tries to convert me to some new religion, &lt;i&gt;the Henries&lt;/i&gt; or something that invokes loads and loads of studying and ONLY studying... yeah that's how depressing how things are. And to make things worse, they didn't have &lt;i&gt;lou sang&lt;/i&gt; that Mimi wanted so badlyyy. She ended up reading &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;A Walk To Remember&lt;/span&gt;, leaving William and I to Henry's wrath. Picture both of us with Dunce caps, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Dumbledore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Infinity to poke balls, well at least THEY did. I'd rather poke mums. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0dzoL72I/AAAAAAAAB2o/QikaYqg78Q8/s1600-h/DSC03095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0dzoL72I/AAAAAAAAB2o/QikaYqg78Q8/s320/DSC03095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi and I just chatted along the whole way while they played. I think I picked up some really useful info from her. lol&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guys, look, look. What's thiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0fVJZBnI/AAAAAAAAB2w/AzglpPOBx2I/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0fVJZBnI/AAAAAAAAB2w/AzglpPOBx2I/s320/DSC03097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know what everyone wants to say, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Starcraft II &lt;/span&gt;right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Mimi begs to differ, she insists its &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Transformers In Space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So William left to Carmen Wong's open house after that, while we loitered around the area waiting for people to gather at Zero Degrees/ Barroom. We were at the nightmarket looking at some mystic dude that ate lots of needles, and was at the rooftops of Jusco, eating Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0hrQ5AxI/AAAAAAAAB24/lHOrT8ck8Jg/s1600-h/DSC03098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0hrQ5AxI/AAAAAAAAB24/lHOrT8ck8Jg/s320/DSC03098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0ikW46LI/AAAAAAAAB3A/DbG1OQRAdFA/s1600-h/DSC03099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0ikW46LI/AAAAAAAAB3A/DbG1OQRAdFA/s320/DSC03099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..the rooftops at night ain't that bad, makes you wanna sing that chinese song, rooftops. LOL okay fine. That was lameee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 10pm was finally here, kaboom. We went to Zero Degrees first, cause neither one of us been there before and partially cause we wanted to tell each other flat jokes. Get what I mean? Flat jokes = cold. Cold = zero degrees... okay OKAY. FINEEE. that was also lame. =(&lt;br /&gt;We walked back out bout 5mins later cause they didn't have bottles for sale, they come in buckets only. Mimi's not supposed to drink, whilst Henry and I aren't that hardcore yet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Barroom, only to be faced with the same situation.. saddening, I know. We ended up at Sincero after wondering about the pub-filled streets. Mimi wasn't feeling well too.&lt;br /&gt;Things ended up with us being in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Sincero&lt;/span&gt;, drinking really hard to swallow beer, and me leaving early. Sometimes when you're Islam, I think it's really weird for you to not drink beer in a pub, but then again its religion, so who am I to comment bout that right. I'd say Mimi was really bored of drinking water, Henry and I at least got ourselves occupied with the beer. The &lt;i&gt;difference &lt;/i&gt;between Barroom and Sincero's..whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0lvjLR_I/AAAAAAAAB3I/0Oh_-Px2W-w/s1600-h/DSC03100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0lvjLR_I/AAAAAAAAB3I/0Oh_-Px2W-w/s320/DSC03100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0mxNbnyI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/1g4E0hkm4rM/s1600-h/DSC03101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0mxNbnyI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/1g4E0hkm4rM/s320/DSC03101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0nkBOgDI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/mI9bnqT-Wqo/s1600-h/DSC03104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0nkBOgDI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/mI9bnqT-Wqo/s320/DSC03104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Sighs* Ah that day was still okay I guess.. nothing much to complain about, really. I managed to delay my aunt and all. Wednesday on the other hand, was utter bullshit. My aunts told me that I've been going out too much, and I was like, what the phuck, too much? Four days into CNY and I've been out only on Sunday and Tuesday man. Sometimes you've just gotta wonder what the hell are inside their stupid little messed up minds. Wrong mentality all the fcukin' way. I ended up missing everything on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Loong's house, Michaelangelo's pizza, and clubbing at night.&lt;/span&gt; I missed EVERYTHING. =(&lt;br /&gt;Bloody fuck. Stupid aunts.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. It's Thursday, and we're all thirsty for some clubbing tonight. Let's make it happen, people.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and sorry if this post's kinda messy, I just woke up from my afternoon nap. :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-1310108187144786859?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1310108187144786859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1310108187144786859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-from-clubbing.html' title='CNY&apos;s Tuesday'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3z0XsReiVI/AAAAAAAAB2g/dBnZYBi5kOo/s72-c/DSC03091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-4781281261004633944</id><published>2010-02-15T02:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:50:36.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY's Sunday/Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;VALENTINES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SOOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, to all the single people, I know, life sucks. Single Valentines, blah blah blah. Same here actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To all the people who are a couple or &lt;i&gt;tri-ple&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;quad-ple&lt;/i&gt; or whatever ple, life's good aye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I bet everyone had a great Valentines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cause I sure did, it's actually really good if compared to before-alone at home, facing the damn monitor. This time, I went out with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Jensning&lt;/span&gt;. An awesome KL girl that I got to know from the camp, she's basically really all that. HAHA. Sociable, adorableee.. yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So it was earlier today morning when she asked me whether was I free today cause she was in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I initially don't have a single plan for today, but once I got the text message, I was really overjoyed.. FINALLY, A NOT-SO-SINGLE VALENTINES DAY, I thought. Damn I know, I sound friggin' desperate. But it was really how I felt. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We met each other near coffee bean, she didn't look different from the last time I saw her-two months ago. We walked around, chatted, and even went out to Jusco, only to come back bout a few minutes later cuz of the unbearable heat. Jusco's crowded btw. Like hell. Coffee Bean's like some night market, and Black Canyon's like a bloody pub. Ugh. It was really like a rave goin on in Jusco. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt; Shit. Anyway yeah, pretty much spent my whole day with her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3hCYYjC82I/AAAAAAAAB14/QLAugN8baX8/s1600-h/DSC00743.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3hCYYjC82I/AAAAAAAAB14/QLAugN8baX8/s320/DSC00743.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3hCZUj6njI/AAAAAAAAB2A/kLUaNMyn1oI/s1600-h/DSC00749.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3hCZUj6njI/AAAAAAAAB2A/kLUaNMyn1oI/s320/DSC00749.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3hCZ9e69UI/AAAAAAAAB2I/q6xWdj1iR4M/s1600-h/DSC00750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3hCZ9e69UI/AAAAAAAAB2I/q6xWdj1iR4M/s320/DSC00750.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3hChhvezsI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/6knMCapvd94/s1600-h/DSC03078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3hChhvezsI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/6knMCapvd94/s320/DSC03078.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Jens. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had a fun Valentines, memorable too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We're not a couple, but I'm pretty genuinely happy. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's 2.45am, gotta sleep, goin out tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Happy post Valentines!/first day of CNY. :)&amp;nbsp;&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/6116255052012920838-4781281261004633944?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4781281261004633944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4781281261004633944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-day-of-cnyvalentines-day.html' title='CNY&apos;s Sunday/Valentines Day'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3hCYYjC82I/AAAAAAAAB14/QLAugN8baX8/s72-c/DSC00743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-365206623262797765</id><published>2010-02-14T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:04:32.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY;V-Day!</title><content type='html'>*piakpiakpiakpiak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;........zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*piakpiakpiakpiakpiak*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....is that firecrackers I hear?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH, SHOOT. HI. It's that time of the year again huh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3d1lVepV1I/AAAAAAAAB1o/WIll3L8lxTM/s1600-h/HAPPY_CHINESE_NEW_YEAR_by_chrisnfy85.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3d1lVepV1I/AAAAAAAAB1o/WIll3L8lxTM/s320/HAPPY_CHINESE_NEW_YEAR_by_chrisnfy85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3d1pFh6RPI/AAAAAAAAB1w/LFV2qCjebjQ/s1600-h/Happy_Valentines_Day_by_plusone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3d1pFh6RPI/AAAAAAAAB1w/LFV2qCjebjQ/s320/Happy_Valentines_Day_by_plusone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR/VALENTINES DAY, PEOPLE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that, I wish that this year'll be filled with awesomeness. Heheh. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;oh and I'm still single, helloooo. nobody wanna date me kerrr.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-365206623262797765?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/365206623262797765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/365206623262797765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/02/piakpiakpiakpiak.html' title='Happy CNY;V-Day!'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S3d1lVepV1I/AAAAAAAAB1o/WIll3L8lxTM/s72-c/HAPPY_CHINESE_NEW_YEAR_by_chrisnfy85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-4408542493387130238</id><published>2010-02-13T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:56:34.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not okay.</title><content type='html'>I think I've lost the ability to fully express myself.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, no, lemme rephrase that.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've never had the ability to fully express myself.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, so much crap stacked up together inside of me&amp;nbsp;from my kidney to my friggin throat.&lt;br /&gt;THAT type of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, everything's inside me, or rather the feeling's at my chest, its like everything's closing in on my heart. I even feel that breathing's getting harder and harder. It's like, I'm hesitating to breathe, each breath I take just kinda pulls that feeling deeper into my chest; It's like, each time I try to release all this by looking for solutions, my eyes start to water. I just can't find a way out of everything, my own personal hell that I myself made for me. Damn, I don't even know what am I typing, it's like, there's so much stuff to be told, to be expressed, but everything's in such chaos I don't even see what's wrong with me anymore. I don't know what's wrong with me, there's something alright, or maybe lots of things, but I just don't know WHAT. Everything's like a whole haystack of shit, or a whole flippin ocean of depression inside of me. BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG. I DON'T KNOW. I JUST DON'T KNOW. Ask me what's wrong, got wut "sum si", and I'll answer the same thing, nothing's wrong with me! Nothing at all! why would there even be anything wrong with me? Life's perfect 'innit? I have people who love me, people who care for me, people who are there for me, people who are there to listen, but what more do I still want you say? I don't know. I don't fucking know a shit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that maybe if I try to dig into my own thoughts I would eventually know what's wrong with me. I listen to everyone's misfortune, I listen to everyone's whining, I try to help everyone with thoughts that maybe if I do all this, maybe I'll get to know, from everyone's pain, what's wrong with me; where's my pain located. But even after so much, I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm a channel that redirects everyone's hate and anger and shit away from them, but where do my own thoughts go? They don't go anywhere, Everything that's &amp;nbsp;built up inside of me doesn't go anywhere at all. They stay inside of me, being unable to go out, the pain's slowly brewing &amp;nbsp;inside, it's like I don't even know what's inside of me anymore, organs, or depression. I've never admitted that I'm emo or depressed before, but from the looks of things right now, I admit, I'm depressed. I'm actually crying while typing all this. Nobody understands me. I don't expect YOU to know what's wrong, nor expect anyone to help me. Cause there isn't. The price for being a good listener's steep, I don't think I can hold it in much longer, I don't think I can continue with all this. I put up a happy face in front of everyone at everytime, I try to be really sociable even when I'm not happy at all. I can change my mood in a split of a second-I can be happy right now, and depressed moments later. Something's definitely wrong with me, like I said earlier, I know, but I don't know. I don't expect anyone to understand, don't worry, I'm typing all this out just cause I wanna try to express what's wrong with me, in hopes of finding out the answers in doing so myself. But after typing all this out, nothing connects-nothing at all. I don't know why do I even bother. I feel like dying. Ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Nobody understands...nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-4408542493387130238?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4408542493387130238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4408542493387130238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-okay.html' title='Not okay.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-6436786551461984409</id><published>2010-02-07T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:13:51.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE update.</title><content type='html'>It's been about time I updated aye.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, &lt;i&gt;"update your damn blog la mofo."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, where to begin, where to begin..&lt;br /&gt;Ah, okay I'll start with last week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to KL for a wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;The bride's my childhood friend &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Peak Chien&lt;/span&gt;'s elder sister. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;(I don't know if I got her name right..lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were pretty tight back then, till we went to our respective secondary schools.&lt;br /&gt;She went to KL to study. I remember her as the boyish type, but whoa. Last week forced me to renew my memory of her. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we stayed at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Royale Chulan&lt;/span&gt;, just about say, walking distance to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Pavilion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My bro U-S'ng bought this pair of red converse. He wanted Purple at first but errr. Let's just say purple converse ain't exactly "straight".. get what I mean? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S265KkWR55I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/YriDfYZHQ1k/s1600-h/DSC02952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S265KkWR55I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/YriDfYZHQ1k/s320/DSC02952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suits the pair of shoes imo, he's always really active. :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention the people at converse posed us with this banner and stuff and took pictures of us?&lt;br /&gt;No really, they did that. HAHA. We're gonna appear on their website!....Okay or maybe not, but a guy can hope, can't he?!&lt;br /&gt;They went for some really expensive dinner that Saturday night, and I was left in the hotel room, singing &lt;i&gt;Hotel Room Service&lt;/i&gt; to myself. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dumdumdumdumdum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;, meet me at the hotel room.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I ended up being so effin' bored I went to the cafe alone drowning myself in my thoughts. I could've sworn the &amp;nbsp; bartender thought I failed in some major project of some company. He asked me if I wanted beer. HAHAHAHAHA. I said no, of course. Ku ni budak baik. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Sunday, I made plans to go out with whoever that was in KL. I ended up at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Mid Valley &lt;/span&gt;cause most of my friends were there. And when I mean most, I meant 2. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW, PATHETIC. BUT ITS THE TRUTH...... dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Jensning&lt;/span&gt;'s grandma passed away, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;FionaC&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;didn't reply, and blahblahblah the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;The measly TWO that replied were Annie and Peak Yee.&lt;br /&gt;Annie was occupied, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Peak Yee&lt;/span&gt;'s this girl I met during the winter camp.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I ditched Annie and her..duty, and went all around the place with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Peak Yee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S265M6Pk_-I/AAAAAAAAB0o/mmUQmrUr5Fg/s1600-h/DSC02954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S265M6Pk_-I/AAAAAAAAB0o/mmUQmrUr5Fg/s320/DSC02954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S265VsVbcKI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/I8lsVka3Oco/s1600-h/DSC04771.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S265VsVbcKI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/I8lsVka3Oco/s320/DSC04771.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took pics, crapped and stuff. She's older than me by a year btw. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed so weird, cause it was like only a month ago, we were at the campus learning chinese culture, partying at a campmate's room, and screaming our lungs out at the bottom of the bridge. Ahhh, memories, memories. I still kinda miss those days whenever I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, bought some stuff there, and went back at about 4.30.&lt;br /&gt;Returned to the hotel room, and got ready for the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S265N2TBr3I/AAAAAAAAB0w/_1z7jlbm7lY/s1600-h/DSC02957.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S265N2TBr3I/AAAAAAAAB0w/_1z7jlbm7lY/s320/DSC02957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was held in a very KL-way---&lt;b&gt;LATE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Flippin hell, the thing started at like, what. 7.30 when it said 6.30, and after FIVE dishes, it was TENpm. They have 9 courses, and for a &lt;u&gt;FIVE&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;star hotel, the food &lt;i&gt;sucks&lt;/i&gt;. The dinner was really grand and all, but the FOOD. Owhmuaigrawshwhateheffff. You'd think you're at some chinese-runned mamak roadside restaurant if it wasn't for the grandness of the ballroom. ANYHOW.&lt;br /&gt;Being a ex-Kinderjoy teacher, all the old KinderJoy staff came over and all of them had the same reaction when mum told them that me and my bro were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;U-Guan&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; U-S'ng&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;"WOW! REALLY AR?" "WOW! I CANNOT RECOGNIZE THEM ALREADY!"&lt;/span&gt; wow this wow that..p eople grow, the last time you people saw me was 10 years ago k. TEN YEARS. That's a bloody long time.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, SO. The dinner lasted for like. 5hrs AT LEAST. Luckily my bro bought along entertainment.. the dinner's so-called entertainment was like some mediocre Leo Club function entertainments, plus the traditional wedding stuff like yum-sengs and the other alcohol ceremonies that kononnya represents&amp;nbsp;matrimony. Frankly I'd say chinese people from the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;V E S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;alcohol &lt;/span&gt;full stop. LOL. Ah I'm just joking, don't wanna flame up my own race's wedding ceremony now do I. :) And like I said earlier, I was really &lt;b&gt;AMAZED&lt;/b&gt; at how much &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Peak Chien &lt;/span&gt;changed. Couldn't take a pic with her cause she was too busy entertaining random people. :(&lt;br /&gt;My mum and bro actually dared me to walk up to her and call her over. -.-&lt;br /&gt;They thought that I would actually be so darn shy -.-&lt;br /&gt;They were wrong. HEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we reached home at about 2, I slept at around 3. I went to school the next day. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? HAHAHA. I feel so damn proud. *nose gets longer,&lt;i&gt; hidung tinggi&lt;/i&gt;, not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Pinocchio&lt;/span&gt;, mind you.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S265TiqaeRI/AAAAAAAAB1I/89wg_RvjDQU/s1600-h/DSC02978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S265TiqaeRI/AAAAAAAAB1I/89wg_RvjDQU/s320/DSC02978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt; Loong&lt;/span&gt;'s as usual, and suprise suprise, I saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Lin Sheng &lt;/span&gt;at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S265Umbj0XI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/8QiW5qvyroo/s1600-h/DSC02982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S265Umbj0XI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/8QiW5qvyroo/s320/DSC02982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sick. The pungent smell of pineappletarts was in the air the moment we stepped in. DAMN it smells so good. LOL.&amp;nbsp;Anywayy, we decided to bring oranges to tuition, and of all the oranges, the one that was passed to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt; evolved into &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;ORANGE-MI&lt;/span&gt;! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S265XSr-KeI/AAAAAAAAB1g/K8lc8FWC2wY/s1600-h/mimi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S265XSr-KeI/AAAAAAAAB1g/K8lc8FWC2wY/s320/mimi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Poor orange. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I UPDATED, PEOPLE. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Happy yet?&lt;br /&gt;I feel so darn proud of myself, heheh.&lt;br /&gt;I initially thought of just leaving this page with that quarter-of-a-post post last week,&lt;br /&gt;but after giving it more thought, and cause of the pursuations, I'm back. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, needa sleep early tonight, I didn't have enough sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;And Idk what the hell's wrong with everyone recently.&lt;br /&gt;So effin' emo wey. I mean c'mon la, &lt;b&gt;CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;/b&gt;'s in a week's time people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;CHEER UP, HAVE AN ORANGE, AND SING CHAI SHEN DAO YO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works, trust me.&lt;i&gt; I tried.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-6436786551461984409?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6436786551461984409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6436786551461984409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/02/update.html' title='THE update.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S265KkWR55I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/YriDfYZHQ1k/s72-c/DSC02952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-1722093018376282329</id><published>2010-02-01T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:37:08.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half-An-Update.</title><content type='html'>See, I really wanna post an update here but it's already 11.37pm.&lt;div&gt;I'll probably do it tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or wednesay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or thursday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe ages after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idk, I needa be more organized like seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idk what the f's wrong with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this goes on, boy oh boy, I'll be a dead man walking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope I don't get screwed tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-1722093018376282329?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1722093018376282329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1722093018376282329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/02/half-update.html' title='Half-An-Update.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-6278781812564167439</id><published>2010-01-24T17:27:00.044+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:19:40.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerds are cool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;`&amp;amp;; Grace♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;i bet you're slacking and you're on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;omg cmon&lt;br /&gt;go study&lt;br /&gt;malassssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;`&amp;amp;; Grace♥&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;stop slacking&lt;br /&gt;you keep telling yourself to do this and do that &lt;br /&gt;when are you gonna ACTUALLY do it?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I think my twin really did help me out by giving me hell on msn. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I went cycling, and came up with a conclusion, if I don't start now, when -will- I start?&lt;br /&gt;And that isn't even a question, it's a bloody statement.&lt;br /&gt;So mhmm. I stopped procrastinating and shit, I even came online late today &lt;u&gt;AFTER&lt;/u&gt; studying!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Thanks loads, twin. :)&lt;br /&gt;I feel so..accomplished. &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;*proud-i-rock-and-you-don't face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed going out with &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Jeanwei &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Eurica &lt;/span&gt;and some other girl earlier today to the movies,&lt;br /&gt;mum still has that tight leash on me, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I realized when you have all the freedom in the world, you won't wanna go out that much.&lt;br /&gt;and vice versa-when you don't have freedom, you'll be craving to go out like nuts, hence, not being able to focus on your studies, unlike what our parents think. Sigh. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I think I maybe able to study better if that leash was extended, I'm not asking for my absolute freedom back, but COME ON. THAT amount of going out per month? It's just plain screwed. =/&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Hope my parents'll understand that before I go nuts at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, being an antisocial "&lt;i&gt;online-study-stay-at-home&lt;/i&gt;" dude ain't half bad for this year. :))))&lt;br /&gt;Say, for instance, a guy who had his freedom getting restricted like hell, and not being able to even go online.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like someone you know? Well yeah that's exactly who I'm referring to. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah. Being on a tight leash has its cons and pros I guess, it pretty much -is- the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Sides, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;nerds are &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;cool &lt;/i&gt;aren't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S1wad-4_ggI/AAAAAAAAB0A/EoRwi6S2Kuw/s1600-h/nerd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S1wad-4_ggI/AAAAAAAAB0A/EoRwi6S2Kuw/s320/nerd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S1wWc2ISMuI/AAAAAAAABzg/VDUtXJQuKS0/s1600-h/i_love_nerds_by_xxAnnieMxx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S1wWc2ISMuI/AAAAAAAABzg/VDUtXJQuKS0/s320/i_love_nerds_by_xxAnnieMxx.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S1wbk9jGAsI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/iP3KoJJ8gb4/s1600-h/Nerds_ARE_Cool_by_HelenaAnneValentine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S1wbk9jGAsI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/iP3KoJJ8gb4/s320/Nerds_ARE_Cool_by_HelenaAnneValentine.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1264382959137"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1264382959138"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;Nerds..will rule the world someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;..maybe through the internet, or through girls like this. Don't believe me? The trend now's wut, really really thick glasses? I mean, some people buy those glasses just for the sake of wearing'em. I've seen people wearing lens-less glasses even. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: &lt;i&gt;If you're a single guy, go get nerdified; if you're a single girl, go get nerdified.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go consider right now.&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-6278781812564167439?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6278781812564167439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6278781812564167439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/01/nerds-are-cool.html' title='Nerds are cool.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S1wad-4_ggI/AAAAAAAAB0A/EoRwi6S2Kuw/s72-c/nerd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-2494650617493088719</id><published>2010-01-22T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:00:09.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To make it.</title><content type='html'>Days in school's getting more and more hectic by each passing nanomoment.&lt;div&gt;It's as if yesterday, or the day before that 2010 officially started.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, what? It's 21st of January already?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Sonofa-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time moves too quickly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21 days of 2010, 21 days into Form5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;0 days into study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to do this shit right if I'm gonna succeed in SPM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to do things right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to focus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. Talk's cheap. I needa get motivated by hope or by croak somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lazing around like this for the whole day ain't gonna get me nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not gonna back down, I'm not gonna give in to temptations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll set my own plans down in some sorta timetable each and every day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needa get back on track, backtracking what I missed last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's gonna be one helluva tough ride, but here I survived the influenzas, I'm not affected by any quakes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Study, here I come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew. Okay so now that's over, I went to &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;MichaelangelO's Pizza&lt;/span&gt; joint earlier for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S1h0pZMdc-I/AAAAAAAABzI/dZutaFKwxXc/s1600-h/DSC02899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S1h0pZMdc-I/AAAAAAAABzI/dZutaFKwxXc/s320/DSC02899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S1h0yBOAo-I/AAAAAAAABzQ/UPlKr4KQAxU/s1600-h/DSC02902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S1h0yBOAo-I/AAAAAAAABzQ/UPlKr4KQAxU/s320/DSC02902.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's &lt;b&gt;better &lt;/b&gt;than &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/span&gt;, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's located near uh. PC Depot. Yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess who I saw?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S1h0zmvei1I/AAAAAAAABzY/RqwsJk0C3hA/s1600-h/DSC02905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S1h0zmvei1I/AAAAAAAABzY/RqwsJk0C3hA/s320/DSC02905.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suprise, suprise. HAHA. The dude in white, on the left hand side's &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Jono&lt;/span&gt;, and the girl? &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. Coincidence betul right. And I thought I was gonna be the only guy in a place like this, cause Idk, it's not a place that people will normally go for pizza. Anyway, yeah. Said hi to them when they came in. The stuff there's really filling. I can still feel the fullness in me wey. Pizza and Spaghetti. I needa burn some calories wey. I've been gaining weight non-stop. I lucked out when dad brought back that bike that costed a bomb last night, I'm a proud owner of a gay high end mountain bike now. HAHA. Okay so maybe a bike that costs a few thousand isn't really high end, BUT STILL. Damn expensive wey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's routine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Wake up&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;survive school&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;get my ass back home&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;cycle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;freetime&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I'll do the poems and stuff some other day kay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause man, I've too many essays and shit to cover in school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And bloody hell, replacement class on SATURDAY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll update bout funner stuff tomorrow night, goodnight, people. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-2494650617493088719?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/2494650617493088719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/2494650617493088719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-make-it.html' title='To make it.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S1h0pZMdc-I/AAAAAAAABzI/dZutaFKwxXc/s72-c/DSC02899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-7341388191689433142</id><published>2010-01-17T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:49:46.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby cause we're soldiers in a war.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does anyone know &lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Jay Sean&lt;/span&gt;? The dude that sang &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;War &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Lights Off&lt;/span&gt;? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah I kinda guessed so.&lt;br /&gt;How bout if I put it this way, Jay Sean's the dude who sings Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby are you down down down down down&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That song. Ring a bell? Yeah? Did you go," OOOH that guy! I love that song man."&lt;br /&gt;I bet all of you didn't know &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Down &lt;/span&gt;is nothing compared to &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;War &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Lights Off&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/22FuDnr_Ed8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/22FuDnr_Ed8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I would march across the desert to defeat my enemy&lt;br /&gt;And I would lie here in the trenches with your picture next to me&lt;br /&gt;And when I told you it’s forever, then it’s how its gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Don’t, won’t let him just take the place of me (No..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he really know you like I know you, all the little things?&lt;br /&gt;Does he really love you, like I love you, how can he compete?&lt;br /&gt;If he makes me fight for you, die for you, would he do the same?&lt;br /&gt;This is turning into way more than a game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it feels like soldiers in a war and none of us are backing down&lt;br /&gt;And I will show you victory is mine before we leave this battleground&lt;br /&gt;Cause he don’t wanna leave, and I don’t wanna go&lt;br /&gt;And I know just how this battle goes&lt;br /&gt;He don’t wanna leave and I don’t wanna fight this kind of war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know he’s not the man you think he is; he’s hiding all his flaws&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what’s the point of fighting? Because we’ll all end up with scars&lt;br /&gt;But girl if that’s what I must go through, then I’m not prepared to lose&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve already bled so much for you (No..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he really know you like I know you, all the little things?&lt;br /&gt;Does he really love you, like I love you, how can he compete?&lt;br /&gt;If he makes me fight for you, I die for you, would he do the same?&lt;br /&gt;Baby this is turning into way more than a game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby cause we’re soldiers in a war and none of us are backing down&lt;br /&gt;And I will show you victory is mine before we leave this battleground&lt;br /&gt;Cause he don’t wanna leave, and I don’t wanna go&lt;br /&gt;And I know just how this battle goes&lt;br /&gt;He don’t wanna leave and I don’t wanna fight this kind of war (No, No..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting kind of sick of this battle&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could take it back to when I had you&lt;br /&gt;I’m always thinking that I can have you, just let him have you&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting kinda hard to convince you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the shit that we’ve been through&lt;br /&gt;What, would you let all this happen?&lt;br /&gt;You gotta choice to make it stop&lt;br /&gt;It’s already going too far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl we’re soldiers in a war and none of us are backing down&lt;br /&gt;And I will show you victory is mine before we leave this battleground&lt;br /&gt;Cause he don’t wanna leave, and I don’t wanna go&lt;br /&gt;And I know just how this battle goes&lt;br /&gt;He don’t wanna leave and I don’t wanna fight this kind of war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause he don’t wanna leave, and I don’t wanna go&lt;br /&gt;And I know just how this battle goes&lt;br /&gt;He don’t wanna leave and I don’t wanna fight this kind of war..&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This song, is&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; amazin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;, 'nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's so unbelievable that I missed this song idk how long ago since I downloaded the album. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, yeah, remember to checkout Lights Off and&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt; All or Nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I'm still waiting. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-7341388191689433142?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/7341388191689433142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/7341388191689433142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-cause-were-soldiers-in-war.html' title='Baby cause we&apos;re soldiers in a war.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-4251821666269418762</id><published>2010-01-17T12:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:48:51.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold me now, don't bother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;SO.&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; Siew Wen &lt;/span&gt;said &lt;i&gt;Pokemon&lt;/i&gt;, and&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt; Seng Hoo&lt;/span&gt; said &lt;i&gt;poems&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S1KNGLuRvVI/AAAAAAAABy4/MUwHu56KAQg/s1600-h/pikachu-ohh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S1KNGLuRvVI/AAAAAAAABy4/MUwHu56KAQg/s200/pikachu-ohh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Times Roman', 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Shall I compare Pikachu to a summer's day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Times Roman', 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Times Roman', 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Times Roman', 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Times Roman', 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Times Roman', 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Times Roman', 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Thou art more electrifying and more temperate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Pidgey winds do gust the darling buds of May,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;And Squirtle's water gun all too short a date:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Sometime too hot the flame of Charmander shines,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;And often is his red complexion dimmed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;And every water pokemon sometime declines,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;By chance, or pokeballs catching course untrimmed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;But thy Master Ball shall not fail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Nor lose possession of that annoying Lugia'st,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Nor shall Ghastly brag thou wander'st in his shade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;When in eternal pokeballs to catch pokemon'st,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;So long lives this, and pokemon owns thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times Roman', 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times Roman', 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I bet it sounds effin' familiar eh guys? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm flippin &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt; the 2nd man. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Okay fine that was just plain lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'll write something better. Oh and I decided to ditch that side-blog idea, too damn mafan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'll just post whatever crap I can think of HERE. Easier, kan? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So um. I've been me recently if you guys wanna know, still the same, except for the teeny tiny little part of hardworkingness rising up in me...or so I think. Blah. Enough bout that, I know what I needa do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And here's what I cooked up, idk if its any good, but keep the flaming to a minimum kay. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;[ REMOVED ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loong | said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have mercy, people. MY FIRST STORY. No bombastic/fancy words yet. Couldn't think of any at the moment.-.-&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Feedbacks please&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it's good I'll continue writing.. IF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so um. I'll try to do some &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Addmaths &lt;/span&gt;right now or something.&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/6116255052012920838-4251821666269418762?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4251821666269418762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4251821666269418762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/01/hold-me-now-dont-bother.html' title='Hold me now, don&apos;t bother.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S1KNGLuRvVI/AAAAAAAABy4/MUwHu56KAQg/s72-c/pikachu-ohh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-5688939219667253449</id><published>2010-01-15T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:09:37.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I was at this restaurant beside of Casuarina earlier, as much as I wanted to have went to that new club,&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; De Nest &lt;/span&gt;or something at the other side, I couldn't. =/ I had to celebrate my uncle's birthday. Oh well. The food's okay, and I really like the room. Damn big, there's a karaoke system and a private toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S086TtJ4YrI/AAAAAAAAByY/fTNVEvdYNm4/s1600-h/DSC02891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S086TtJ4YrI/AAAAAAAAByY/fTNVEvdYNm4/s320/DSC02891.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S086Zc7Qr5I/AAAAAAAAByg/wDQCdKmbg_w/s1600-h/DSC02896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S086Zc7Qr5I/AAAAAAAAByg/wDQCdKmbg_w/s320/DSC02896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*Attempts to whistle*..........Darn. I think I'm the only dude that doesn't know how to whistle, besides Loong. HAHA. At least I know how to suck in the air and make noise. Wheeehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Things are fine recently if you guys wanna know, and uh. I think I needa stop joking around and really do some revision, study, and whatever that'll help me grab my A. =/ I mean, c'mon YOUGEE, you needa study man. Stop facebooking so much, stop chatting so much, stop texting so much. &lt;b&gt;FOCUS &lt;/b&gt;on your books dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;..I need some &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;new year resolutions&lt;/span&gt;, it's not late yet to make up some of that now is it? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So okay, I'm gonna get started with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;NOT using the laptop so much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NOT sleeping so late.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NOT procrastinate =/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;STUDY&lt;/span&gt;, EVERYDAY. MINIMUM ONE HOUR.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, that'll do I think. ;D and maybe some fun too, cause last year of high school, I don't wanna miss so much shit by studying man. And chemistry today was hell, seriously. I couldn't understand a shit &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;LC Tan &lt;/span&gt;was saying, I DON'T KNOW WHY. Phuck. He's even shittier than &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;KC Leong&lt;/span&gt;. Damnnnnn. He's not LC like his name suggests though, luckily. HAHA. And &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Mimi &lt;/span&gt;decided to &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;doodle &lt;/span&gt;decorate my calculator. Look. Flippin' PPG man. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PEE PEE GEE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;POWERPUFF GIRLZ. &lt;/span&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S08-93sZPCI/AAAAAAAAByw/Kj3qXqYyrLs/s1600-h/DSC02898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S08-93sZPCI/AAAAAAAAByw/Kj3qXqYyrLs/s320/DSC02898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMC girls and &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;doodling &lt;/span&gt;decorating.. it's just such a.. &lt;i&gt;magical&lt;/i&gt; relationship don't you think so. HAHA. Like &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Eurica's &lt;/span&gt;idkwutarethose pics from Annie's&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://toomuchofanniething.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6116255052012920838&amp;amp;postID=5688939219667253449"&gt;, and now even &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;MIMI&lt;/span&gt;.......okay fine so maybe it isn't THAT bad cuz nobody'll steal it dee. LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6116255052012920838&amp;amp;postID=5688939219667253449"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't be watching &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Paranormal Activity&lt;/span&gt; tomoz. =/ Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND. Peeps, any suggestions for that first story of mine? Like, idk, uhh. Science fiction? Poem? Drama? Horror? or maybe &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;POKEMON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I'll write whatever the first person who posts on my cbox wants to read. ;D&lt;br /&gt;11.59pm, SHIT. Gotta sleep earlyyyy. Rawr-zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6116255052012920838&amp;amp;postID=5688939219667253449"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-5688939219667253449?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5688939219667253449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5688939219667253449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/01/turn-around.html' title='Turn around.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S086TtJ4YrI/AAAAAAAAByY/fTNVEvdYNm4/s72-c/DSC02891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-820804182858238485</id><published>2010-01-13T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:25:09.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall back down.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to update my blog recently, cause of the homework and stuff that has been happening around. I initially thought of not posting this tonight too, cause damn, I'm tired and there's school and &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Chemistry &lt;/span&gt;tuition tomoz. But &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Loong &lt;/span&gt;was pestering me for an update, so um. Yeah, hi. HAHA. Okay, firstly last Thursday was &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Alice's &lt;u&gt;16th birthday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we celebrated with her on Friday at MP. The people who went? &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Loong, Teoh, Henry, Mimi, Eurica, Janise, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;ANNIE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and I.&lt;/span&gt; Hope it was an acceptable compensation for your original super sweet sixteen birthday party event thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S03g6p7wWZI/AAAAAAAAByQ/dcCezgf7WXo/s1600-h/DSC02885.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S03g6p7wWZI/AAAAAAAAByQ/dcCezgf7WXo/s320/DSC02885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Bluff&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Bullshit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, I call it. The folks back at winter camp taught me how to play. We played &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Killer &lt;/span&gt;too. Yet again, creds to the camp peeps. I still miss late night killer/bullshit sessions with them. =/ Anyhow, we also played stuff like that,&lt;i&gt; How many meh meh jump across the fence&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;ABCD&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Johny Whoops.&lt;/i&gt; HAHA. AND I FINALLY GOT IT. DAMN. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started having my second Addmaths tuition in a week on Monday, at &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;BryanL&lt;/span&gt;'s house.&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt; Eddie&lt;/span&gt;'s the teacher's name. He's good, I was struggling to keep up..ugh. And you know what, while doing some sums last night, I got so frickin' &lt;i&gt;depressed &lt;/i&gt;wey. Cause damn, I kinda forgotten &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;EVERY &lt;/span&gt;single thing I learned last year. Sucks to be me man. Sigh. Hope that starting early stuff that Ms. Aly told us about during Bio's gonna work. I needa study my ass off. &lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;*Motivation aura*&lt;/span&gt; GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDD, guess what. HEE HEE. Hint: &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;i&gt; UG, lei dak geh&lt;/i&gt;. @Facebook. LOL ;D&lt;br /&gt;There, updated.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, I'll be opening a new blog which stores all of my literature stuff. Stories, maybe. Poems, or some shit. I'll post the link once my first post is up kay peeps. Stay tuned! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework, revisions, entertainment, bros &amp;amp; hoes. I don't wanna miss a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-820804182858238485?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/820804182858238485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/820804182858238485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/01/fall-back-down.html' title='Fall back down.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S03g6p7wWZI/AAAAAAAAByQ/dcCezgf7WXo/s72-c/DSC02885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-1836883253477351306</id><published>2010-01-09T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:05:32.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grotesque, horror movie.</title><content type='html'>You know what, I've this sudden urge to watch horror movies earlier, and&lt;br /&gt;I went googling for horror and gore and stuff right, and I ended up at &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;'s doorstep,&lt;br /&gt;browsing through the new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;After idk how long of random clicking, I came across this japanese horror flick called &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Grotesque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0cJEHrLlTI/AAAAAAAAByA/VwuncHa-UsE/s1600-h/grotesque.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0cJEHrLlTI/AAAAAAAAByA/VwuncHa-UsE/s320/grotesque.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young couple (played by Tsugumi Nagasawa and Hiroaki Kawatsure) are snatched off the street and wake up shackled in a basement. With no explanation, a sadistic madman (played by Shigeo Ōsako) degrades, tortures and mutilates them. As the torture progresses, it is revealed he is simply doing this for sexual stimulation, and that he wants the two to survive. After one final game where the guy has to save the girl and fails due to blood loss, the madman cuts off the girl's head and as her head falls down, it lands on the man's neck and she bites him. The boy stabs him in the foot with scissors. The two then die.&lt;br /&gt;In the epilogue of the film, the madman is revealed to have survived what happened to him in the basement, and he is outside in a forest where he buries the couple next to each other. The next scene shows him in a car with a hammer, with a girl walking by, and the screen cuts to black as he goes after his next victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohlala. This sounds promising for a pure sadist movie. PLUS. There's an&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; japanese AV &lt;/span&gt;star acting one of the main roles. HAHAHAHA. Imma download this later tonight. ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I bet you people'll think I'm dead serious.&lt;br /&gt;WELL NO, I'M NOT BEING SERIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;I don't really enjoy frickin sadistic stuff except for the Saw series, cause they just rock my socks off. Look,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Grotesque features minimal narrative or character development and presents the audience with little more than an unrelenting and escalating scenario of humiliation, brutality and sadism. In spite of a vestigial attempt to 'explain' the killer's motivations at the very end of the film, the chief pleasure on offer is not related to understanding the motivations of any of the central characters. Rather, the chief pleasure on offer seems to be wallowing in the spectacle of sadism (including sexual sadism) for its own sake"&lt;/i&gt;. -&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Those japanese peeps'd love this I bet. People like ME don't go overboard, Saw's just about enough. =)) SPEAKING OF WHICH. I still haven't watch&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; Saw VI&lt;/span&gt;! It's still inside that whole box of new DVDs my dad updates from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be updating bout &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Alice's &lt;/span&gt;birthday later tonight. Plus, the unraveling of my new side blog. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-1836883253477351306?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1836883253477351306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1836883253477351306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/01/grotesque-horror-movie.html' title='Grotesque, horror movie.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0cJEHrLlTI/AAAAAAAAByA/VwuncHa-UsE/s72-c/grotesque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-2449582532151928670</id><published>2010-01-05T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:52:09.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humid stuff.</title><content type='html'>So second day of school, hmmmm. Everything went normal I guess.&lt;br /&gt;The infamous Mr. Poh Kim Kang's teaching us Moral. LOL&lt;br /&gt;The stuff he talks about, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The students I taught on 2007! They got xxx A's, aku memecah rekod sekolah dan mencatatkan sejarah yo!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;........yeah, stuff like that. Lots, of stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0NPwHGlheI/AAAAAAAABxg/95FPMSGQvVo/s1600-h/exaggerate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0NPwHGlheI/AAAAAAAABxg/95FPMSGQvVo/s200/exaggerate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..the pic says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's english teacher changed to Mr. Raj Kumar. Okay so he ain't half bad I guess, and he expects us, his students to blog once a week, within 50-100 words. Funny, I know, but then again the english standard of Sam Tet students are *face palm*. No further descriptions needed. =x So uh. Yeah. Second day of school's so-so. Nothing much happened, boringgg. Oh and I'll be going to AAA for Biology with the others as of tomoz. Wheee. ;D Bio tuition, at long friggin last! Okay fine so maybe I shouldn't be that high cause of tuition. &lt;i&gt;*deep breath*&lt;/i&gt; phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. That's for school stuff, and now, for my Guangzhou stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I watched the CDs they gave us again earlier and I felt so.. sad again.&lt;br /&gt;I really really wish that we had more time together, or we stayed closer to one another instead of distances like KL-Sabah or Ipoh-Penang/KL/Kedah. =/&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of them a hell lot seriously. &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Chynhuey, Jensning, Peakyee, Kangtzi, Kangxuan, Seamus, Evelyn, The banana people&lt;/span&gt;, and of course a few people from my class andd the other people I left out. I miss the fun, the annoyingness, the craziness, the parties. Gah. &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(removed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. I realize that, bloody hell, the weather recently's killing me I swear. Humid like what the phuck. Imagine waiting for your ride home outside of school by the roadside on a hot malaysian afternoon for 30mins.. unbearable? Nah, I'm still alive.............barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0NPw6QoJ0I/AAAAAAAABxo/Q8bt5xzAago/s1600-h/recycle20arrowswglobe20guy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0NPw6QoJ0I/AAAAAAAABxo/Q8bt5xzAago/s320/recycle20arrowswglobe20guy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE. NEED. TO. START. RECYCLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Plastic, Glass, Paper, Aluminium and whatever crap you can find right, don't throw'em into the rubbish bin, toss them into a RECYCLE bin for heavens' sake, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0NP6N2lxxI/AAAAAAAABxw/dfZxa8gfpfM/s1600-h/sweat.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0NP6N2lxxI/AAAAAAAABxw/dfZxa8gfpfM/s200/sweat.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the benefit of &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;NOT SWEATING&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0NQVE_RcMI/AAAAAAAABx4/E-R5SdFUiiU/s1600-h/Uncle+Sam+Wants+You.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0NQVE_RcMI/AAAAAAAABx4/E-R5SdFUiiU/s320/Uncle+Sam+Wants+You.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DO YOUR PART, RECYCLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....okay fine that was lame but I just thought it was so hot and I found loads of plastic bags at home which made me think of global warming. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I slept at flippin' 1am last night. I have tuition tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;That means I'm heading to sleep really soon after another phonecall. Byebyee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-2449582532151928670?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/2449582532151928670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/2449582532151928670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/01/humid-people-humid.html' title='Humid stuff.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0NPwHGlheI/AAAAAAAABxg/95FPMSGQvVo/s72-c/exaggerate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-3416177520729161540</id><published>2010-01-04T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:03:29.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving, is not the end.</title><content type='html'>HELLO MALAYSIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to wish everyone a happy new year, I hope 2010'll be a blast just like 2009. =) I thought since I can't leave the memories of 2009 behind, why not &lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;RELIVE &lt;/span&gt;them this year right right right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. After 12 days of winter camp.&lt;br /&gt;It's been loads of fun, tonnes of memories.&lt;br /&gt;I made loads of great friends there, not what I expected actually.&lt;br /&gt;Cause during the first 30mins of the camp, I felt like shit already cause I saw the people inside my group-&lt;i&gt;"I'm the group leader of these people?! Oh mama."&lt;/i&gt; That, was what I thought initially. And yeah I'm being a helluva prejudice mofo. I know. But boy I was wrong. I'm actually damn frickin happy I was wrong. I was so happy during the camp, I holded in idk how many waves of waterworks during performance night. I couldn't hold it in during the final day, when we started boarding our respective buses to the airports. All of them turned out to be rather COOL. But of of course, not ALL of them, I ended up being with the 2nd class of the camp, I'm the so-called monitor of 1st class as well. Lol. The people from my class were talking behind my back &amp;nbsp;bout it, but I didn't even give a damn. HAHA. And the same goes to my duties. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for all that leader stuff cause I wanna tryout being a class monitor this year. Yeah, you heard it right. I WANNA TRYOUT TO BE A &lt;u&gt;CLASS MONITORRR&lt;/u&gt;. rawr. And um. There are &lt;i&gt;fmany &lt;/i&gt;crates of pics and stuff that I brought back, and due to my laziness, I'll upload just a few group pictures/shots that seem to have more.. sentimental value. hmmm. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0HR0LCjlVI/AAAAAAAABwg/ToqnIBfw4Uc/s1600-h/P1011892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0HR0LCjlVI/AAAAAAAABwg/ToqnIBfw4Uc/s320/P1011892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0HSMCoPX3I/AAAAAAAABwo/I3a6YlQsjnU/s1600-h/P1011898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0HSMCoPX3I/AAAAAAAABwo/I3a6YlQsjnU/s320/P1011898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0HSfmJEJyI/AAAAAAAABww/BL0_BKBCbc0/s1600-h/PC251546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0HSfmJEJyI/AAAAAAAABww/BL0_BKBCbc0/s320/PC251546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0HUAqGwMYI/AAAAAAAABxI/I0S93ZduIjU/s1600-h/PC271719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0HUAqGwMYI/AAAAAAAABxI/I0S93ZduIjU/s320/PC271719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0HYD7HqjvI/AAAAAAAABxY/NXKmee2OruY/s1600-h/PC311823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0HYD7HqjvI/AAAAAAAABxY/NXKmee2OruY/s320/PC311823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0HUPiJ3gqI/AAAAAAAABxQ/jU4Z7MCdM6U/s1600-h/PC291772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0HUPiJ3gqI/AAAAAAAABxQ/jU4Z7MCdM6U/s320/PC291772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I miss all of them. The jokes, the annoyances, all of that. All my friends. =/&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to &lt;i&gt;sunday morning rain is falling&lt;/i&gt; instead of &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"U-GUAN, WAKE UP MAN, WE'RE GONNA BE LATE AGAIN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting to hear my roommate during the camp-&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Wei En&lt;/span&gt;'s voice calling me up, telling me we're gonna be late for the 10th time. But it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the house; wanting to feel the cold morning air while walking to the university; I felt humid, hot air instead.&lt;br /&gt;I had instant noodles for breakfast instead of the buffet.&lt;br /&gt;I ate alone in my room instead of being at the cafeteria with my crazy camper friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here in my room right now instead of being at one of my friend's rooms partying till late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I miss every single thing. :(&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. At least all that happened. Memories are better than nothing at all. I had crazy fun with all of you all. I just wish that the camp lasted longer..&lt;br /&gt;AH. You know what. Let's all join some camp again this year! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Heheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'll be ending this post quick cause school's reopening tomoz and I have lots of planning to do, lots of stuff to crap about. AND. Ending the post with an&lt;b&gt; E-Toast&lt;/b&gt; to everyone aboard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Happy 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0HS_ZyOLpI/AAAAAAAABw4/_BoTloxujOY/s1600-h/P1011901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0HS_ZyOLpI/AAAAAAAABw4/_BoTloxujOY/s320/P1011901.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium;"&gt;Our hotel's corridor, on the final day/&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Leaving is not the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-3416177520729161540?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/3416177520729161540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/3416177520729161540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2010/01/leaving-is-not-end.html' title='Leaving, is not the end.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/S0HR0LCjlVI/AAAAAAAABwg/ToqnIBfw4Uc/s72-c/P1011892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-3652947058805321688</id><published>2009-12-21T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:42:09.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of everyone.</title><content type='html'>So, by the time you people are reading this, I'll be on my way to winter camp dee.&lt;br /&gt;And chances are, I won't be online till next year.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it means I won't be with you people for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Dad just had to make me go. =/&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, since I'm going dee, why not make the most out of it aye.&lt;br /&gt;But before all that, I think I'd wanna blog out everything that has happened this year.&lt;br /&gt;I initially thought that this year would be the same as the last, or the ones before, &lt;i&gt;uber &lt;/i&gt;dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, things changed for the better this year, I got to know lots and lots more people from all around.&lt;br /&gt;And when I think about it, I think everything changed after I joined &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Ansen's clan &lt;/span&gt;on &lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Garena&lt;/span&gt;; everything changed after &lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Loong &lt;/span&gt;said &lt;b&gt;hi &lt;/b&gt;when I passed by their class-life started changing for me since then, I've been hanging out with them and loads of kick ass moments on Garena. I had loads of fun. I need to thank Hong Nian too, for bringing me out to Infinity before that. Remember when I blogged about how much I enjoyed that day even when I got my ass kicked in Dota? Yeah. It's all cause of the people who were around me, friends. And in time, I got to know all the people I do right now-&lt;b&gt;amazing people&lt;/b&gt;. There's too much of them to be named, but I'll try to list out a few in no order whatsoever: &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Loong, BryanL, BryanC, Henry, Teoh, Jean, Jojo, Annie, Alice, Eurica, Hui Zen, Grace, Kian Seng, Joel, Siew Li, Tek Yi, Yin Jen, Sean, Jovin, JS, Adrian&lt;/span&gt;, and well, all the other 127 people on my MSN "Friends" contact list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be who I am right now if it weren't for those few moments that changed this year. That's a fact that can't be denied. Went to so many places with them, did so much stuff with them, and crapped even more with them. Each and every moment of all that, I really cherish. Even the dull moments like a few times at Loong's place. HAHA. Yeah, even those..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to&amp;nbsp;think, I thought that this year'd be slow paced huh.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;look, it's already &lt;b&gt;December&lt;/b&gt;, time flew really really quicker than the years before. I had to type a lot more &amp;nbsp;on MSN than I used to last time. I spent a lot more cash cause of my phone too. Got eff'd cause of that as well. LOL. Well, yeah I think this pretty much sums up what I wanna blog about tonight, for the last time on 2009. I don't have enough time to browse through the pics and stuff to post all of'em up tonight though.. =/ ooh and and, since I won't be here for christmas, guess I should wish you guys right now first huh. 10days before christmas wey. I bet nobody's as early as I am, heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sy-VNG1_VfI/AAAAAAAABu4/hgmSc2cJtnc/s1600-h/Merry_Christmas_by_dimant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sy-VNG1_VfI/AAAAAAAABu4/hgmSc2cJtnc/s320/Merry_Christmas_by_dimant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11.24 already, I've gotta run, bus &amp;amp; plane to catch later.&lt;br /&gt;Well to be honest, I still can't let go of all this-I can't let go of 2009-can't let go of everything that has happened. But the clock's ticking. I'd really like to freeze time and just live these last few days of the year with you guys, have fun to the max, but then again, the clock's ticking. There's actually so much more I wanna blog about, so much more thoughts, so much more people.. BUT. Time's running out. I wish for another awesome 365 days of 2010, &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, fine, not ALL of the days, but I'd want to have as many as possible. ;D with you guys. &lt;i&gt;Thanks, for everything&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, and byee. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-3652947058805321688?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/3652947058805321688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/3652947058805321688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-of-everyone.html' title='Because of everyone.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sy-VNG1_VfI/AAAAAAAABu4/hgmSc2cJtnc/s72-c/Merry_Christmas_by_dimant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-7986404573127801904</id><published>2009-12-20T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T02:48:14.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sy0eD8v1FWI/AAAAAAAABuw/7pqnP2q07c0/s1600-h/annie+3.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sy0eD8v1FWI/AAAAAAAABuw/7pqnP2q07c0/s320/annie+3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sy0djpZBwsI/AAAAAAAABuo/CZiyFSdIalw/s1600-h/ANNIE+2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sy0djpZBwsI/AAAAAAAABuo/CZiyFSdIalw/s320/ANNIE+2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sy0dDjkhQeI/AAAAAAAABug/Hkiuux5pvjs/s1600-h/ANNIE.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sy0dDjkhQeI/AAAAAAAABug/Hkiuux5pvjs/s320/ANNIE.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'm lazy to crop out the stuff. Anyway, yeah, here's &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;ANNIE&lt;/span&gt;. After a whole day without food, and too much late night DotA.. I think. I'm bored, don't feel like sleeping yet. And yeah, it's 2.44am. Sunday morning, &amp;nbsp;hope the rain be fallin'. There's always ups and downs in life that everyone goes through, chill, &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Annie &lt;/span&gt;too. I may not be the right person to tell you guys all that cause I'm the one with all the problems and shit everytime, but uh. Yeah, haha. Don't be emo. When life's a bitch, you've to be the &lt;b&gt;dog keeper&lt;/b&gt;. HAHA okay fine that didn't sound right, but you know what I mean &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-7986404573127801904?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/7986404573127801904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/7986404573127801904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2009/12/ah-im-lazy-to-crop-out-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sy0eD8v1FWI/AAAAAAAABuw/7pqnP2q07c0/s72-c/annie+3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-7306098607143193264</id><published>2009-12-18T01:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:10:25.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Eurica.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we went celebrating&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; Eurica's birthday&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SypiNU9NTAI/AAAAAAAABuY/UefgAIqfuhI/s1600-h/DSC02749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SypiNU9NTAI/AAAAAAAABuY/UefgAIqfuhI/s320/DSC02749.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only this pic from my phone, the others are at her camera I think.&lt;br /&gt;There are also vids and stuff that were uploaded on &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.....................check'em out at your own risk. lol.&lt;br /&gt;And I realized that, bloody hell, english songs totally kick chinese stuff's ass big time.&lt;br /&gt;The chinese songs were like for people who are dying, but the english stuff were omgwtfshit awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kbox is magical&lt;/i&gt;, says Loong.&lt;br /&gt;Went for L4D 2 after that, and it's better than playing it on my 360. Damn, the controls.&lt;br /&gt;Went to&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt; Coffee Bean &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Teoh &lt;/span&gt;when we decided it was gonna be boring with &lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Loong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Alice &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Janise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We ditched them and yeah, drinks, chat. Stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to crap about actually.&lt;br /&gt;Well I usually have a lot to crap about, I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, moodswings. More on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://eurica-wong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eurica's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, and happy birthday &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Eurica&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-7306098607143193264?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/7306098607143193264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/7306098607143193264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-eurica.html' title='Happy Birthday, Eurica.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SypiNU9NTAI/AAAAAAAABuY/UefgAIqfuhI/s72-c/DSC02749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-5113092550442400346</id><published>2009-12-16T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:13:08.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loong's.</title><content type='html'>So I was out to Loong's place today to chillax.&lt;br /&gt;The people who were invited were &lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;BryanL&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Annie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Henry &lt;/span&gt;and I.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was there by 11 I think. Mimi brought two of her horde of rabbit killers in a shoebox.&lt;br /&gt;So cute wey. It's like. So fragile you just wanna &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;throw it to the floor and stomp it to death&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAH no I'm kidding bout the stomping part. It's too lovable for anyone in their right mind to do that to them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played the set of mahjong that Alice brought over, and you know what. I concluded that &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Viwawa's &lt;/span&gt;Wahjong is waaaaaaay better than real life mahjong, wanna know why? Easy, cause in Viwawa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't have to clean up after the game.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't have to arrange your cards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't have to know when to "Pong!" or that other word. HAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SyfJSuISP4I/AAAAAAAABtI/ygNEEoqTUL0/s1600-h/DSC02727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SyfJSuISP4I/AAAAAAAABtI/ygNEEoqTUL0/s320/DSC02727.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SyfJrR8lAFI/AAAAAAAABtQ/s4fSe1LBdto/s1600-h/DSC02728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SyfJrR8lAFI/AAAAAAAABtQ/s4fSe1LBdto/s320/DSC02728.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SyfJvv4XB9I/AAAAAAAABtY/4bMQXXSMDOw/s1600-h/DSC02730.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SyfJvv4XB9I/AAAAAAAABtY/4bMQXXSMDOw/s320/DSC02730.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo. Yeah, Viwawa's the love. LOL. I thought that a blank card was broken. HAHAHAHA I DON'T PLAY MAHJONG OKAY. Took pictures of the rabbits and posing people outside, then went upstairs cause it was kinda hot downstairs. Played cards and even more mahjong then. Alice and Mimi played this &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Johny Johny Johny Whoop Johny Johny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; game with me. And that &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;A is x, B is Z, C is y, what is D?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; game. ANDDD. I sucked at them all. Stupid gamess. We chilled, and chilled, and chilled somemore. Until we were hungry and decided to have &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Pizza &lt;/span&gt;for lunch. TURNS OUT, Pizza's not enough, we wanted McDonalds' McFlurry &amp;amp; Sundae, but GUESS WHAT. THE BLOODY MACHINE'S EFFIN ROSAK says the dude who picked up the phone. What? Rosak? C'MON YOU ARE NOT SERIOUS. As all of the friggin machines in Ipoh are broken? WHAT? Bloody stupid people. Grr. We ended up having iced Ribena and Red Bean ice cream instead................ not exactly the best alternative for McFlurries and Sundaes, but I certainly am &lt;b&gt;not &lt;/b&gt;complaining. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loong had violin lessons at 3, so we went back upstairs and crap. Oh and I swear I didn't know that rabbits are such compulsive shitters. Like seriously, they shit all over the floor wey. LITERALLY. Then they even pee'd on Loong's computer table. HAHA. No wonder Mimi smells like rabbit. Poo. LOL. And guess what we played after Loong got back? Friggin &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Cards&amp;amp;Dares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; AGAIN. Damn, it's like a tradition already. I got dared to &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;eat Mimi's rabbit biscuits&lt;/span&gt;. Annie had one and I had two. LOL. They taste..um. Well they're actually tasteless but then it sorta gets stuck in your throat? Idk, but it is &lt;b&gt;not pleasent&lt;/b&gt;. Annie was dared to&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; do something with Bryan for 30secs&lt;/span&gt;, and Mimi got dared&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; to kiss my neck for 5secs&lt;/span&gt;. Vids of all the dares are in Mimi's cameraa. Loong tried to make everyone french kiss the wall for 30secs or go blow the bunny. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SyfJ5TXVS6I/AAAAAAAABto/rgCCjVLREyc/s1600-h/DSC02739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SyfJ5TXVS6I/AAAAAAAABto/rgCCjVLREyc/s320/DSC02739.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Annie lost for the second time. &lt;i&gt;In a row&lt;/i&gt;. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you know what, we needa invent some new games. Chilled even more and then Loong and Alice was having their fun time while Mimi draws stuff on the laptop.. her drawing sucks btw. LOL.&amp;nbsp;Bryan and Annie were trying to sleep. HAHA. Well you'd think its boring but then again it beats staying at home anytime. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SyfJ_iZvcqI/AAAAAAAABtw/Ib8thx008jc/s1600/DSC02742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SyfJ_iZvcqI/AAAAAAAABtw/Ib8thx008jc/s320/DSC02742.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SyfKDu0JOXI/AAAAAAAABt4/UqaBcuPwxyo/s1600-h/DSC02744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SyfKDu0JOXI/AAAAAAAABt4/UqaBcuPwxyo/s320/DSC02744.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SyfKJyUrt2I/AAAAAAAABuA/LpBZ1ZnTXVE/s1600-h/DSC02746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SyfKJyUrt2I/AAAAAAAABuA/LpBZ1ZnTXVE/s320/DSC02746.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls left at about 6, Annie took my PSP cover.. nowonder I couldn't find it. I think she has a fetish with COVERS. Bryan left next following by me. I never actually realized how &lt;b&gt;boring &lt;/b&gt;life must be for Loong right now until after he told me. ._. I feel so.. lucky. Anywayyyy, yeah, I'm happy with today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ANNIE'S RUSHING ME TO POST THE PICTURES I TOOK. UGHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-5113092550442400346?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5113092550442400346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5113092550442400346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2009/12/loongs.html' title='Loong&apos;s.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SyfJSuISP4I/AAAAAAAABtI/ygNEEoqTUL0/s72-c/DSC02727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-5012222711761938693</id><published>2009-12-14T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:03:33.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile.</title><content type='html'>So, I removed that post yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I gave it some thought, and thanks to my friends' company, yeah, I had things settled back straight.&lt;br /&gt;You can never have enough of your mum's naggings and such, it's because they care, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;My mum had a reason why she didn't stop me from doing what I did,&lt;br /&gt;and also a reason for not giving a huge smack to the face which I &lt;b&gt;definitely &lt;/b&gt;deserved.&lt;br /&gt;I had a long conversation with my mum last night, at about 12.&lt;br /&gt;She told me lots of stuff, I kinda reflected after that, and yeah, I agree to what she said.&lt;br /&gt;Mums are always right I think, no matter how wrong they may seem to be, they're &lt;i&gt;still &lt;/i&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;And, sorry for ignoring you people yesterday, I wasn't in the mood. No hard feelings, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bottom line of this incident is,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how eff'd up things seem to be at the moment,&lt;br /&gt;don't be angry;&lt;br /&gt;don't be sad;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep smiling. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-5012222711761938693?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5012222711761938693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5012222711761938693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2009/12/smile.html' title='Smile.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-1153388981813711885</id><published>2009-12-11T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:19:20.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAHA. Luckily I didn't go to the so-called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ultimate &lt;/span&gt;ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost everyone who went said that it sucked. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, today was um.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wasn't half bad? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept at 4 last night, and I woke up at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.30 &lt;/span&gt;today thanks to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOMEONE &lt;/span&gt;who's feeling sick today. See, I told you to sleep earlier! Oh well, hope you've learned your lesson. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the whole day doing uh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets see..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing games on my PSP, eating watermelons, bubble talking, texting, and talking to my dear &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;twin snail&lt;/span&gt;. Oh wait, and I had my mum's famous creamy spaghetti. Very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;creamy spaghetti. :) I love it. So yeah, guess that's pretty much it. Sigh, sad, I know. =/ Should've went to KL with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Adrian &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;BryanL&lt;/span&gt;. Grr.I actually forgotten bout it, wtf right. But then again, I don't think mum'll allow me to. Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, seriously? I'll be leaving for wintercamp for 12days, till &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEXT YEAR&lt;/span&gt;. What's going to KL if compared to this right? Or staying over at a friend's place, for that matter. Sometimes I just don't understand my parents. Sleeping over's like, a must do, teenage experience man. I'll be at my mates' house, having fun and chillin out till we fall asleep la, that's what I'll do. I won't be having shit like what, gay sex, if that's what you guys think I'll be doing. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, whatever. Btw, have fun at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Teoh&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I named the hamsters &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cheese &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Milk&lt;/span&gt;. ;D&lt;br /&gt;This one's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cheese&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SyEr0k2XRHI/AAAAAAAABtA/krMs7c9qn3Q/s320/DSC02695.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 211px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413656409320932466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-1153388981813711885?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1153388981813711885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1153388981813711885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SyEr0k2XRHI/AAAAAAAABtA/krMs7c9qn3Q/s72-c/DSC02695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-5543987636301783331</id><published>2009-12-09T01:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:52:14.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th, Dec-16th Birthday.</title><content type='html'>Phew. &lt;div&gt;It's finally over. My 16th birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been out the whole day, like literally. I reached home at like, 10.30? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's not important, but rather, what I did with my friends the whole day, now that. Is important. I've shirts, a book, a hamster, a used new moon movie ticket, and uh. A cake facial. But I don't know, they don't seem so.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;important, &lt;/span&gt;unlike &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;. It's the first time I'm celebrating my birthday with friends. Ever. And no, I'm actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;joking, haha. Thanks for the great day, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Hui Zen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Jono&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Bryan L&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Jovin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;JS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Jojo &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt;. :) I really appreciate it a lot. Oh and there won't be loads of pics, the majority of'em are in Jojo's phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So okay, details, where to start, where to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How bout from the part after we reached &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Jusco&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, so &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Jojo &lt;/span&gt;and I walked around, we went to Popular first cause mum wanted me to get a new scientific calculator, effin' school has so many calculator thieves, damn. Anyway, my bro commented that &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Jojo &lt;/span&gt;looks like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minimized adult&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAAHHAHAHAH. Seriously. I choked back a laugh. LOL. We bumped into &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Hui Zen&lt;/span&gt; and Jono along the way. SEEEE, you don't need phones to look for people at jusco. ;) We headed to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Black Canyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast, bumped into &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Grace &lt;/span&gt;while going there. SEEEEEE. No need phones la right. ;D Had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;salmon chop&lt;/span&gt;, and coffee, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Jojo &lt;/span&gt;ordered them, I didn't know what to eat and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hui Zen &lt;/span&gt;was treating. AGAIN. Ugh, I needa stop minding so much bout people treating. Ahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Music Store&lt;/span&gt; to bug &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Maverick&lt;/span&gt;'s dad. LOL. Then went getting &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Jono&lt;/span&gt;'s file. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kbox &lt;/span&gt;after that. Yeah, KBOX. Karaoke. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lala-land&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA. And this girl at &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Takashino &lt;/span&gt;was looking at me the whole time we walked towards the place and even after we came out. Seriously. -.- I kinda shrugged it off as vanity though. LOL. Okay, so we sang loads of stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sx6V3wnYPjI/AAAAAAAABsY/QpZKxr0qKFQ/s1600-h/DSC02683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sx6V3wnYPjI/AAAAAAAABsY/QpZKxr0qKFQ/s320/DSC02683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412928587321327154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sx6V4Zhtq0I/AAAAAAAABsg/muqzBj2BS7I/s1600-h/DSC02684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sx6V4Zhtq0I/AAAAAAAABsg/muqzBj2BS7I/s320/DSC02684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412928598303419202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the emoness of&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; 4 In The Morning&lt;/span&gt; to the whackiness of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Mamma Mia &lt;/span&gt;and to the rockness of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;. ;D It was fun, really. I enjoyed singing I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing a lot, I don't know why, but I felt that I could relate to the song that time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Berfeel sangat&lt;/span&gt;. But then again, I sound like a frog, so yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ribbit ribbit&lt;/span&gt;. They bought me a really nice slice of cake too! Thanks guys. The cake was really good. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Coffee Bean&lt;/span&gt; to chill after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sx6V4im6EbI/AAAAAAAABso/d9uwm3mmt5M/s1600-h/DSC02686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sx6V4im6EbI/AAAAAAAABso/d9uwm3mmt5M/s320/DSC02686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412928600741122482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Grace &lt;/span&gt;left first, followed by &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Hui Zen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Jono&lt;/span&gt;. Jojo and I talked, walked, and pic'ed till it was about 6+, we had Bryan L fetch us to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Korean BBQ&lt;/span&gt; joint. He looked like a girl in the car. HAHAHA. And it's Courts' aircond, seriously, Jojo. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND DAMN, NOSE PIERCING IS EFFIN SCARY SERIOUSLY. I SAW &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;IRENE &lt;/span&gt;DOING IT AND OMGWTFSHIT PAINNN. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Jojo &lt;/span&gt;kept harassing me by removing and piercing it back into place repeatedly. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food at the place isn't nice actually. I've been there once for the opening with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Mei Rong&lt;/span&gt;. But then again they were the ones who organised this for me, so I wasn't complaining. :) Everyone came shortly after, and by everyone, I mean &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Bryan L&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Jovin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;JS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Sean &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt;. =/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Loong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;BryanC &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Henry &lt;/span&gt;were away, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Adrian &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Teoh &lt;/span&gt;couldn't make it. Sigh. We had a fun time there though. Cooked loads of stuff, and I realized that girls really can &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Jojo and Jean were talking and talking and talking while they flip/poke the stuff that are already &lt;u&gt;BURNT&lt;/u&gt;. As in, all of the stuff was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLACK &lt;/span&gt;already, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sx6V5HSdAEI/AAAAAAAABsw/LNSD-t7UZ74/s1600-h/DSC02687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sx6V5HSdAEI/AAAAAAAABsw/LNSD-t7UZ74/s320/DSC02687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412928610587443266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they were still talking/poking in their own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking and looking and looking till I couldn't take it anymore, so I went to the guys' table. They were talking about football. -.- Great. Football. One of the most meaningless sports in the world. I mean, c'mon, so many players trying to snatch one miserable ball. It's not like they're so damn poor they can't afford another ball of their own right?! Dammit. Just give them a ball each la, no need to fight. Peace. And the girls were talking bout some.. stuff. Blehh. I just had to fit in and change the topic. ;P Had the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pretty cake&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bryan L&lt;/span&gt; chose soon after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sx6V5vPGpzI/AAAAAAAABs4/bSgyQaV7ddw/s1600-h/DSC02688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sx6V5vPGpzI/AAAAAAAABs4/bSgyQaV7ddw/s320/DSC02688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412928621310814002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It uh. Kinda. Um. Sucks. =x BUT THEN AGAIN, I'M NOT COMPLAINING KAY. HEHE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the traditional cake fight too. Jovin started it. I had so much stuff all over me. -.- And so did everyone else. HAHA. I smell like butter, and my hands and face were so darn oily cause of the cake. And turns out, Jean's ALLERGIC to butter. HAHAHA WTH RIGHT. We crapped and stuff, then Jean dropped her iPhone. SHE IS SUCH A KLUTZ RIGHT. She blamed ME! the birthday boy. Wut teh hellz right. HAHA! Oh and. She asked a question that stunned all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"How tall is you?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*brief silence*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"How tall is you?" I repeated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*HAHAHAAHAHAHAHA*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. HAHAHAAHAH. Me thinks me are 17x, Jean. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Epic stuff seriously. LOL. And the cake kinda um. Stinks. It reminds me of Jojo's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; beefcake&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA. Soo, yeah, everyone left soon after that. Sean gave me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hug&lt;/span&gt;, and JS gave me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;used new moon movie ticket&lt;/span&gt;. My mum's friend, Mrs. Yong gave me a hamster................lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND thanks for the phonecall, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;ANNIEKHAW&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad picked me up after everyone left. I was sitting there, reminiscing bout today. I felt great. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for everything, everyone. I know it's the X'th time I'm saying this, but I really really appreciate it. Thank you, all of you. I had a great 16th birthday; it may be nothing to those crap like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My Super Sweet Sixteen&lt;/span&gt; birthdays on &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;MTV&lt;/span&gt;, but it's something special to me. You people rock my world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-5543987636301783331?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5543987636301783331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/5543987636301783331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2009/12/16th-birthday.html' title='8th, Dec-16th Birthday.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sx6V3wnYPjI/AAAAAAAABsY/QpZKxr0qKFQ/s72-c/DSC02683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-4965192522475005621</id><published>2009-12-07T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:57:54.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minutes to 16.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Seven &lt;/span&gt;more minutes.&lt;div&gt;Clock's ticking, but I don't know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not into the birthday mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking, what if I was never born? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What'll happen then? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not ready to leave 15 yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, clock's ticking, I don't have much of a choice now do I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Three &lt;/span&gt;more minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-4965192522475005621?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4965192522475005621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4965192522475005621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2009/12/minutes-to-16.html' title='Minutes to 16.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-6625082363522215328</id><published>2009-12-04T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:00:42.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cert? Wut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fuck. After tonnes of repairing my cousin brother did for my laptop, it's finally back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But. Now this is a very big but, BUTTTTTTTT.. I can't get online with it. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tells me I needa verify my certificate to logon to my wireless network, I mean, c'mon, what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I checked loads of stuff and it's nowhere near the expiry date. Great, just great. And I moved almost everything back to it too. -__- Now I'll needa transfer &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Warcraft III&lt;/span&gt; back here just so I can DotA again. =/ Oh well. Life. Imma get it fixed tomoz if it's the last thing I do. Grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SxkwDXkLEJI/AAAAAAAABsQ/mdwtSon9Mec/s320/frustration_by_BeastArteest87.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 226px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411409261685837970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and what's up man. Why so emo. -_- I know you can't read this where you're at, but damn. &lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt;, is not the way to go. Nothing can't be solved aite? CHILLLL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and guess what I found earlier? I just randomly typed&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt; Loong&lt;/span&gt;'s blog link into the browser, and &lt;a href="http://loongsheng.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt; came up. HAHAHA. I feel great being back here. The flippin hot weather, the bloody urge to tear off your clothes and run around screaming, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"I'M FUCKING HOT MAN YEAHHHHHHHH!"&lt;/span&gt; ..damn. I just might do that someday. ;D &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And did you people realize it's like. Some mating season nowadays. Even &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;KITYI&lt;/span&gt;'s not single anymore. HAHAHAHAHAHA. =x Since &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;, everyone's been hooking up. Except for moi. I feel so.. &lt;b&gt;superior&lt;/b&gt;. HAHAHA. I knoww, it's so effin' sad right. Everyone's with their significant other while I, am still alone. But no matter, I have my pillow. :) I love you, pillow. Eff the haters. LOL. Idk why but I'm feeling upbeat here, even when my lappy can't get it's ass connected to the internet. Ugh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;four &lt;/span&gt;more days, hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-6625082363522215328?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6625082363522215328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/6625082363522215328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2009/12/cert-wut.html' title='Cert? Wut.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SxkwDXkLEJI/AAAAAAAABsQ/mdwtSon9Mec/s72-c/frustration_by_BeastArteest87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-2091701400980354160</id><published>2009-12-02T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:05:46.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Wipes nose*</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I changed skins again. &lt;div&gt;Nice, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*wipes nose*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh. I've running nose for the whole day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that I'm sick or anything, but my nose has just been..um. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Runny, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It thinks it has legs and wants to join the marathon see, and it's been training exceptionally hard today. Idk, but I think my maid thinks that I'm doing something in my rooms cause of all the tissue she swept earlier, she was looking at me. Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so. I'm really lazy to upload all the pictures from &lt;b&gt;Yunnan&lt;/b&gt;, and lazy to blog bout it too. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too much stuff lah, seriously. Up the many mountains which idk the names, and down to the holes and stuff, lakes, you know, sceneries. Really, really nice ones. Okay so maybe &lt;b&gt;JiuZaiKou&lt;/b&gt; ones are better but I'm not complaining. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*wipes nose*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed all of you like hell when I was at &lt;b&gt;China&lt;/b&gt;, seriously. I was so bored with all the misfits inside the bus. Okay fine so maybe they aren't exactly misfits, but damn. We couldn't really click I think? There were.. 5 teens, including me and mah brodda. There were 2 little girls, one round and another thin, and &lt;i&gt;sharkboy&lt;/i&gt;. Yeah, I don't know their names. For one week, I didn't talk to them and they didn't talk to me too. Weird huh. It was until nearing the last day only the thin girl spoke to me. -.- Sharkboy and the other one didn't. Do I look that scary? =/ Oh and wanna know why I gave Sharkboy his name? Cuz he's bagpack looks like a shark. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......FINE. I'M VERY LAME AT NICKNAMING. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the trip had ups and downs and stuff la. I got flippin sick at the third city. Diarrhea and shit, ugh. Suffer like hell. Bought souvenirs for you people too. Idk if they work but um. I bought them, so you all are supposed to keep them. Not throw them away. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought bout some stuffs at China, I couldn't fall asleep that time cause from where I was, I saw a little tunnel thingy on the wall at one of the hotels, it reminded me of that Japanese horror movie female ghost that crawls around. &lt;i&gt;Zhen Zhi&lt;/i&gt;? -.- ......................FINE, I ADMIT, I WAS IN THE TOILET THAT TIME DIARRHEAING MY INTESTINES OUT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, being perfectly lonely kicks ass, it's in the playlist below, look at the bottom of your screen on this page, see the music player? yeah, the&lt;b&gt; song&lt;/b&gt;'s in the playlist. ;D listennn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So um. Yeah, going for a movie tomoz. Hope &lt;b&gt;TGV &lt;/b&gt;doesn't eff things up. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*wipes nose*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-2091701400980354160?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/2091701400980354160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/2091701400980354160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2009/12/wipes-nose.html' title='*Wipes nose*'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-4651320178970623452</id><published>2009-11-30T03:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:25:33.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>Sooo. I'm back after one week being at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;China's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Yunnan&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, I'll put the experience into two versions. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. It's AMAZING, THE SCENERIES WERE &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;BREATHTAKING&lt;/span&gt;, THE WEATHER WAS &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;! And so was the people there, oh so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;! Especially the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;FOOD&lt;/span&gt;! I've tasted loads of different stuff that you guys probably wouldn't even consider trying. Well yeah, I fell sick, but COME ON, IT'S NEW STUFF! WOOHOOOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B. The trip sucked balls, full stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here's the truth. The real one, it really isn't that bad, it's just that I came back with fever, stomach ache, and diarrhea. Oh diarrhea. I swear I have never &lt;b&gt;shat &lt;/b&gt;that much in my &lt;b&gt;entire life&lt;/b&gt;. And THAT, coming from me, Idk, I think it really &lt;b&gt;is &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;something&lt;/u&gt;? HAHAAHHAAHAHAH. So um. Yeah, I'll update this later tomoz or smth. Gotta go sleep now, hope I don't have to do my toilet runs tomorrow. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Prays really hard* &lt;/i&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/6116255052012920838-4651320178970623452?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4651320178970623452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/4651320178970623452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2009/11/sooo.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-15270229091467832</id><published>2009-11-21T23:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:53:31.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more.</title><content type='html'>So I'm gonna blog about what I did on thursday, okay? I'm bored, and I've been procrastinating my posts, even. LOL. Okay, so here's a post before I head to China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up in the morning, bout 6+. I went telling mum that I'll be collecting my report book and heading to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Loong&lt;/span&gt;'s place after that. She didn't even acknowledge me -.- I was like, okay, fine, be a bitch, but don't tell me I never let you know. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgKMpA-y7I/AAAAAAAABrA/SzAN8tAQe3U/s1600/DSC02609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgKMpA-y7I/AAAAAAAABrA/SzAN8tAQe3U/s320/DSC02609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406582564942957490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Fu San &lt;/span&gt;for dimsum with ALL of them, yeah ALL....It turned out to be only &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Loong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Teoh&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well, at least they showed up, if I got a flight I'd eff everyone up I swear. So yeah, no complaints here. ;D We went back to school to get our results after that. Waited for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;BryanL &lt;/span&gt;to show, and walked to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;BryanC&lt;/span&gt;'s place to get some entertainment over to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Loong&lt;/span&gt;'s house. I brought my lappy along but um. It's just some midrange stuff, so yeah. Only game's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;DotA&lt;/span&gt;, couldn't really call it great entertainment huh. =x But it satisfies my needs, I love it nonetheless. Ahaha. (But of course, a high end lappy would be great too.. ;DDD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bumped into &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Jovin &lt;/span&gt;at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BryanC&lt;/span&gt;'s place, really unexpected stuff. lol. Heard his laugh before we even went near &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;BryanC&lt;/span&gt;'s. We were like, eh wtf. is that.......Jovin's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VOICE&lt;/span&gt;?! O.O Hahaha. Sat, watched some random tv programes, and played with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, the hyperactive crazy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ShihTzu &lt;/span&gt;who bites everything he sees while we waited for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;BryanC &lt;/span&gt;to take a bath. I ended up getting my laptop adopted by &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jovin&lt;/span&gt;, and at &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;BryanC&lt;/span&gt;'s laptop. ..I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mafia Warring&lt;/span&gt;. Sad, I KNOWWW. -.-.- Everyone was waiting for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BryanC &lt;/span&gt;but the guy was still dilly dallying around. LOL. Everyone was entertaining themselves, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;BryanL &lt;/span&gt;was listening to music, Jovin was sleeping on BryanC's parents' bed, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Loong &lt;/span&gt;was playing the piano, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Henry &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Teoh &lt;/span&gt;were watching tele. I was taking pics and walking around. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgYJtv2odI/AAAAAAAABr4/umZXmzYrZc8/s1600/DSC02610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgYJtv2odI/AAAAAAAABr4/umZXmzYrZc8/s320/DSC02610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406597907836477906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally reached &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Loong&lt;/span&gt;'s place, and the day kicked off with a movie called &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IP Man&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgYgJwsxpI/AAAAAAAABsA/FxgdPCA34hE/s1600/200902061803536053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgYgJwsxpI/AAAAAAAABsA/FxgdPCA34hE/s320/200902061803536053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406598293313341074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgKMLpCjdI/AAAAAAAABq4/_1S8bB_J5G8/s1600/DSC02612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgKMLpCjdI/AAAAAAAABq4/_1S8bB_J5G8/s320/DSC02612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406582557057912274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IP Man&lt;/span&gt;? Yeah you heard me right. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;IP Man&lt;/span&gt;. As in, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I-pee&lt;/span&gt; man. ;DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...okay so maybe it's not I-pee man, but rather it's pronounced as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeep-man&lt;/span&gt;, cantonese for some chinese martial arts dude. It isn't half bad, but not that explosive too. I wished we watched something better, like, Idk, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Spongebob&lt;/span&gt;? LOL. Hell yeah, spongebob squarepantzz. He'll totally whoop that guy's ass no prob. A few of us were watching the movie, whilst BryanL and Loong was at the computer, playing &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Modern Warfare 2&lt;/span&gt;. Oh and&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Windows7'&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speech recognition&lt;/span&gt; thing is cool as hell, it's just that it's not that practical for people with low patience, like. Seriously. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annie came soon after the movie ended, and I saw this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;note &lt;/span&gt;that&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Hui Zen&lt;/span&gt; posted up on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, it was about me, looking for a girlfriend. -____- It got removed really soon after cuz Grace made him to, I think someone doesn't want me to have a girlfriend. :( Haha. okay, so we had &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;McD &lt;/span&gt;for lunch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgKNMoPBsI/AAAAAAAABrI/g2KJor5HKu0/s1600/DSC02613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgKNMoPBsI/AAAAAAAABrI/g2KJor5HKu0/s320/DSC02613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406582574502840002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and crapped about stuffs and plans which I'm gonna miss. =/ Sigh. Went back upstairs to chill, and play random card games that involved gambling with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Loong&lt;/span&gt;'s bucket of coi- I mean, stash of cash. Heh. I'm such a good dealer, don'tcha think so, peeps? ;D Thennnn. We played this counting game right, which ended up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Annie &lt;/span&gt;and I getting dared to do stuffs. I got dared to phone &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Janise &lt;/span&gt;to sing my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; school anthem&lt;/span&gt;, and Annie got did this dare thats about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;china hookers&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAAHAH. It's epic shit, really. You can get two vids of our school anthem &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1287422348243&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt; and  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1160818222727&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; one's me singing, and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;second &lt;/span&gt;one's all of us. But Annie's &lt;u&gt;hooker&lt;/u&gt; vid isn't up yet, needa wait for her to get back first. =//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgKN7OPIvI/AAAAAAAABrY/iJ_LYyzk5aI/s1600/DSC02615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgKN7OPIvI/AAAAAAAABrY/iJ_LYyzk5aI/s320/DSC02615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406582587010261746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgKNTTnBmI/AAAAAAAABrQ/i3jurxnKJEA/s1600/DSC02614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgKNTTnBmI/AAAAAAAABrQ/i3jurxnKJEA/s320/DSC02614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406582576295380578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgKl5wwiHI/AAAAAAAABrg/k-Pn8sIfelg/s1600/DSC02616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgKl5wwiHI/AAAAAAAABrg/k-Pn8sIfelg/s320/DSC02616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406582998935046258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked bout stuffs codenamed 1 2 3 4. lol. I was lost for idk how long till they explained. -.- Watched&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Legend of ChunLi&lt;/span&gt; at about, 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgYgbU6c-I/AAAAAAAABsI/dPIbAwnwwNw/s1600/street_fighter_the_legend_of_chun_li_foreign5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgYgbU6c-I/AAAAAAAABsI/dPIbAwnwwNw/s320/street_fighter_the_legend_of_chun_li_foreign5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406598298028635106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;The movie's..............crappy. Although I didn't watch till the end. But still, it's crap. -.- Luckily I didn't go watch the movie at the cinemas. Went home soon after that. And boy oh boy. Mum was still giving me the silent treatment. -.- I had my ass scared off of me wey. I kept my results in my lappy's bag, and just acted like nothing happened. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;That was pretty much everything bout&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Thursday&lt;/span&gt; I guess.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;Hmm, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; was boring, despite being the last day of school. I had a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sugar rush&lt;/span&gt;. ;D I think I needa stop taking so much sugar, in case I scare people off one by one. -.- &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;Anyhow, I'll be leaving to KLIA in 2hrs, prolly won't be coming online till I come back, so yeah. Seeya peeps, all the best to the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Devils&lt;/span&gt; on the softball competition, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BryanC&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Teoh&lt;/span&gt;, sorry that I can't be here to celebrate with you guys. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-15270229091467832?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/15270229091467832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/15270229091467832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-more.html' title='One more.'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwgKMpA-y7I/AAAAAAAABrA/SzAN8tAQe3U/s72-c/DSC02609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-1699018702136156890</id><published>2009-11-19T00:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:14:05.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie/ISC day. ;D</title><content type='html'>So last night, I actually got screwed for not going to school for too long and stuff by my mum. I told her I'll be going to school today cuz I'll be taking the results for my finals, but the plans changed, I told her bout my plans for today instead of going to school, thinking that everything'll be cool right, I was like,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;" Mum, I'm not going to school tomorrow, I'll be catching a movie with my friends instead and I'll be at ISC after that, I'll get aunt to pick me up like the other day." &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, something exactly like this. And she was like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;is that a request for permission?&lt;/span&gt; Cuz I didn't use&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MAY I &lt;/span&gt;and you know, stuff like that. Ended up we had a mini-arguement that ended with her saying,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; "Okay, you can do whatever you want tomorrow."&lt;/span&gt; in the tone. What's the tone you ask? Oh it's just this tone where mothers use to talk to us when they're really really disappointed and it'll make you feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;guilty &lt;/span&gt;tone, whatever though, I ended up having loads of fun today. Ahaha. And that leaving cert thing? Oh c'mon mum, &lt;u&gt;ONE DAY&lt;/u&gt; won't make that much of a difference.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo. Woke up really early today, had breakfast and went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hui Zen&lt;/span&gt;'s place. He was still in his pajamas when I reached. He actually slept at 4am last night watching dramas and stuff. LOL. Crazy ass. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Grace &lt;/span&gt;came soon after I did, and we went for some&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Resident Evil &lt;/span&gt;downstairs on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;. Grace said she'll whoop my ass the other day, but naturally, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;kicked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;butt&lt;/span&gt;. ;DD Went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;TGV &lt;/span&gt;for the movie at about 12,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; The Fourth Kind&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwVaC8AeyYI/AAAAAAAABqg/qh0HLTUfX9Q/s1600/the_fourth_kind_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwVaC8AeyYI/AAAAAAAABqg/qh0HLTUfX9Q/s320/the_fourth_kind_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405825934242531714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to trick &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Grace &lt;/span&gt;about how not scary it is and stuff right. And turns out, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;TGV &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;scammed &lt;/span&gt;us. .- I mean, seriously, they say they'll have a show on 12.30pm on the site, but ended up, there's only ONE showing time, 3+pm. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Loong &lt;/span&gt;and the others told me to go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ISC &lt;/span&gt;at like. 2, so natrually, we didn't get to watch the movie. Oh welll. =/ Saw my classmates there too, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Jun Ming&lt;/span&gt; and a few others. Both &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hui Zen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Grace &lt;/span&gt;were looking with this.. expression. HAHAHAA. Anyway, we ended up buying &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Where Got Ghost&lt;/span&gt; to watch back at &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hui Zen&lt;/span&gt;'s. I was suprised that they haven't watch it yet, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Ah Ooi, jiak ba ar buey..?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Jiak ba liao!" &lt;/span&gt;remember this? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Sushi King&lt;/span&gt; for lunch after we bought the CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwVZzjkjxnI/AAAAAAAABp4/roe4p5lXqbE/s1600/DSC02601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwVZzjkjxnI/AAAAAAAABp4/roe4p5lXqbE/s320/DSC02601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405825669984929394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read this article once right, bout this guy from japan having literally his whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRAIN&lt;/span&gt; infested with maggots, seriously. The cause? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sushi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ._. We're all gonna have maggots in our heads.......... or not. He had his sushis &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FRESH&lt;/span&gt;. as in really effin' fresh kinda fresh. So um, yeah.. you know I'm actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling something inside my skull&lt;/span&gt; while typing this? -____________________- Okay it's just me being paranoid. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hui Zen&lt;/span&gt; paid for lunch, and went for ice cream later. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Baskin-Robbins&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;.......I feel so weird la. I mean, having &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;LUNCH &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DESSERT&lt;/span&gt;? I don't feel right. -.- Chocolate mousse royale ish teh love.&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwVb89gpMNI/AAAAAAAABqo/q1rXYiM8qp4/s320/baskin-robbins-valentines-day-chocolate-724508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405828030589907154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know the pic's gay and all, but I didn't take a pic of the ice cream! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hui Zen&lt;/span&gt;'s place after that to watch the movie, but I didn't know that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Grace &lt;/span&gt;is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;banana&lt;/span&gt;, so um. Yeah she didn't understand a shit that the actors were talking bout. I had to like,"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;That means, there are two...&lt;/span&gt;." ..yeah, you get the picture. Soooo. We decided to go get another movie instead, we ended up with this.. thriller flick called &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The Fog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwVZzPGSBsI/AAAAAAAABpw/5is5wehNgwA/s1600/1247602_The_Fog_Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwVZzPGSBsI/AAAAAAAABpw/5is5wehNgwA/s320/1247602_The_Fog_Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405825664489227970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title and stuff sounded like something, but the movie's actually..................not that good. It's not even scary. Throughout the whole movie, I enjoyed the parts where &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Grace &lt;/span&gt;got so scared, she hid under the blanket/her hand/her handbag. HAHAHAHA. I think watching her during horror movies is more entertaining than the movie itself. LOL! I know I've said it, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Chocolate Mousse Royale ice cream&lt;/span&gt; = l o v e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so. I was supposed to get my ass to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ISC &lt;/span&gt;by what, 2pm at first, but I ended up reaching by 4. And thank goodness I did. Everyone was a couple there, except for me. Like, seriously. Okay, look. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Loong&amp;amp;Alice&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BryanL&amp;amp;Annie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;BryanC&amp;amp;Yeanyean&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Teoh&amp;amp;Eurica&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwVZz68l1xI/AAAAAAAABqA/uDqZSI4EQKQ/s1600/DSC02603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwVZz68l1xI/AAAAAAAABqA/uDqZSI4EQKQ/s320/DSC02603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405825676259743506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, look at this pic. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Loong&amp;amp;Alice&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Teoh&amp;amp;Eurica&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ug &lt;/span&gt;+ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OH COME ON. I GO THERE FOR WHAT LA RIGHT. -.-.- I ended up chatting with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jean Yenn &lt;/span&gt;instead for idk how long, cuz she was the other &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;lightbulb&lt;/span&gt;, plus she's really nice to talk to. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwVZ1IDgmOI/AAAAAAAABqQ/3dTL8u0htX0/s1600/DSC02605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwVZ1IDgmOI/AAAAAAAABqQ/3dTL8u0htX0/s320/DSC02605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405825696958290146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwVaCtoC7sI/AAAAAAAABqY/UavPZsihmlw/s1600/DSC02608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwVaCtoC7sI/AAAAAAAABqY/UavPZsihmlw/s320/DSC02608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405825930381946562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwVZ0kN1iSI/AAAAAAAABqI/ZI9FGCLPePk/s1600/DSC02604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwVZ0kN1iSI/AAAAAAAABqI/ZI9FGCLPePk/s320/DSC02604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405825687337928994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ANDD, she looks much better in person. :)&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and stuff, I think I have really really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad organs&lt;/span&gt; cause of the walking stones killing my feet, and um. Mosquitoes have a thing for me. LOL. Sorry for bringing you innn. Took pictures...which are in&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Yean Yean&lt;/span&gt;'s phone. Walked around, chat and stuff for a bit, then yeah, we left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home right, mum had this......&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aura &lt;/span&gt;around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwVb9DZnXiI/AAAAAAAABqw/0HbEB-_bp9c/s1600/Dark_Sonic_by_Shimmy_n_Crafty_by_Starcutter.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwVb9DZnXiI/AAAAAAAABqw/0HbEB-_bp9c/s320/Dark_Sonic_by_Shimmy_n_Crafty_by_Starcutter.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405828032171040290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something like this, seriously. And yeah that's Sonic. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I swear the atmosphere was crazily scary, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;'ll scream and close her eyes I bet. It's even scarier than looking at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maggots &lt;/span&gt;in some guy's brain. I'm serious. -____- I was so scared I didn't even say hi to mum, or give her one of my usual crap stories. It didn't feel the same somehow.... and that's a bad thing. -.- Oh well.... at least I had a blast today. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..and I realized something, Idk if it's just me, but I think my posts are getting longer and longer somehow.....I use more time on blogging too. ._. It's a good thing I guess.. aaanyway, I've gotta do a second post, I left this one as draft cause I was dozing off last night while typing all the stuff I remember -.- moving on to the second post.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-1699018702136156890?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1699018702136156890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1699018702136156890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2009/11/movieisc-day-d.html' title='Movie/ISC day. ;D'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwVaC8AeyYI/AAAAAAAABqg/qh0HLTUfX9Q/s72-c/the_fourth_kind_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-736625962626920285</id><published>2009-11-16T23:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:20:51.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1&gt;2,pt2. &amp; 2012</title><content type='html'>Okay so last night I stated some stuff bout the topic,&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;1&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; right. Well, let's see what's so good bout having 2 instead of 1 now. If you have a girlfriend/boyfriend, your life wouldn't be as tasteless as single life. Say, you guys can go out and make out at some scene at the cinema, go out holding hands while telling people, "Hey people, this is my girl/boy."-thus jealousifying people. Or merely just enjoy the company of your significant other. You'll be happy-much much more happy than being single and rotting at home during the hols. Or even during normal days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will always have someone who would stick with you through thick and thin, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;cheer you up&lt;/span&gt; through tough times, and always &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;be there for you&lt;/span&gt;, no matter what. I think that, is what most teenagers crave the most for being in a relationship. It's either all that, or solely just because of stuff like, lust? raging hormones? LOL. Or maybe just for the sake of having one, like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"oh, all my friends has a girlfriend/boyfriend but I don't! Imma go get one for myself now."&lt;/span&gt; If that's the point of you having a relationship right now, people, I think you should call it quits this instant. What's the point if you don't actually like that someone? Or love, for that matter. What's the point if you don't actually feel so strongly towards him/her? What's the point if the relationship's solely just because that you want to? Like, for example. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a typical attention craving guy, and I go for popular girls, just so I could get the attention I desperately want. I don't like her at all actually, I'm doing all this just to get renowned. Or vice versa for the girls. What for, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is a complex thing, I personally don't think it's as shallow as us teenagers would use it. It's actually far more than just that-a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;word&lt;/span&gt;. It's far more abstract than just simply holding hands, or by word of speech. It's not as simple as the feelings you have for something. I find it to be really... indescribable.  Let's have a look at what wiki has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwGAVNQDo1I/AAAAAAAABpg/oCK-b_2Q5aU/s1600/Love_by_pokpokz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwGAVNQDo1I/AAAAAAAABpg/oCK-b_2Q5aU/s320/Love_by_pokpokz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404742129643922258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is any of a number of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection and attachment. The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure ("I loved that meal") to intense interpersonal attraction ("I love my husband"). This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As an abstract concept, love usually refers to a deep, ineffable feeling of tenderly caring for another person. Even this limited conception of love, however, encompasses a wealth of different feelings, from the passionate desire and intimacy of romantic love to the nonsexual emotional closeness of familial love to the profound oneness or devotion of religious love. Love in its various forms acts as a major facilitator of interpersonal relationships and, owing to its central psychological importance, is one of the most common themes in the creative arts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;-Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwGBIB4R64I/AAAAAAAABpo/HvOBMhwkazo/s1600/Couple_by_Emielcia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwGBIB4R64I/AAAAAAAABpo/HvOBMhwkazo/s320/Couple_by_Emielcia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404743002764733314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's up to each and everyone of us to figure out the meaning of it, but then again, why bother? We're all still so young, we still have loads of time on our hands. Why not go out enjoy ourselves huh. LOL. I'll cut this short, theres just so much err.. confusing stuff that I wanted to continue writing out, but I'll leave that for another day. ;D And who am I to tell you guys what's love right? HAHA. It's just me and my thoughts, don't take me too seriously, eh? And for the record, I do believe in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love at first sight&lt;/span&gt; and shit. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I kinda doubt 1&gt;2 now after reading my own thoughts, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;1&gt;2, Part2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. You guys watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;2012 &lt;/span&gt;right. Is it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unnerving? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;. Scary? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;. Touching? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell yes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loads of yes's, except for this question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will it happen? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It won't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people that are saying it'll happen are prolly idiots who thinks that life's just too shitty and that they wanna end it with a bang by using the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mayans&lt;/span&gt;' piece of magic prophecy rock, or people who wants to scam innocent, stupid people for some easy cash at their sites that sell books on the matter or some shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not possible cause for one thing, there's no so-called rogue planet Nibiru or smth. If there was one, we'll be able to detect something like that quite easily now wouldn't we. lol. Simple facts people, simple facts. The sun's solar flare thing like in the movie? Oh c'mon. The sun isn't getting any hotter nor colder. It's still the same huge ball of flame. So yeah, don't worry. 2012 won't be the end. We won't need that 1bil. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EURO &lt;/span&gt;afterall. HAHAHA. This calls for Starbucks, eh guys? BryanC? LOL. Support this &lt;a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Shut-up-The-World-Wont-End-in-2012/145968576877?ref=mf"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;, people. :D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwF_vHqWa1I/AAAAAAAABpQ/g04bm2kZY_g/s1600/15433_162072181877_145968576877_2631490_4545765_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwF_vHqWa1I/AAAAAAAABpQ/g04bm2kZY_g/s320/15433_162072181877_145968576877_2631490_4545765_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404741475308563282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwF_vXDv9-I/AAAAAAAABpY/BiEmvVmRe_k/s1600/jesus-facepalm-facepalm-jesus-epic-demotivational-poster-1218659828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwF_vXDv9-I/AAAAAAAABpY/BiEmvVmRe_k/s320/jesus-facepalm-facepalm-jesus-epic-demotivational-poster-1218659828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404741479441627106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwF_u_FUzDI/AAAAAAAABpI/gcjTuTMTqoY/s1600/7030_145968746877_145968576877_2502191_1638904_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwF_u_FUzDI/AAAAAAAABpI/gcjTuTMTqoY/s320/7030_145968746877_145968576877_2502191_1638904_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404741473005784114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click to zoom in to read the stuff. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and cause Transformers 3 will be in 2012, so yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chillax, people. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...idk why but I think this post is weird somehow. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-736625962626920285?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/736625962626920285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/736625962626920285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2009/11/12pt2-2012.html' title='1&gt;2,pt2. &amp; 2012'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwGAVNQDo1I/AAAAAAAABpg/oCK-b_2Q5aU/s72-c/Love_by_pokpokz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-3961536715688760283</id><published>2009-11-15T23:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T02:38:37.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1&gt;2 pt.1</title><content type='html'>Today was boring as hell. Did the usual morning stuff, and went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Green Town&lt;/span&gt; for brunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwBDi216gVI/AAAAAAAABn4/LSbjFatR13c/s1600-h/DSC02562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwBDi216gVI/AAAAAAAABn4/LSbjFatR13c/s320/DSC02562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404393818960855378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Addy388mkJs/SwBDjlXz4BI/AAAAAAAABoI/TRcFwvQaehQ/s1600-h/DSC02564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwBDjlXz4BI/AAAAAAAABoI/TRcFwvQaehQ/s320/DSC02564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404393831451058194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, the car ain't coloured as nice. I edited the pic so that it'll look better. HAHA. The vehicle's quite &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worn-out &lt;/span&gt;actually. The paintjob and stuff? Yeah, everything was really..old. And the best part is, it has the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;PLAYBOY &lt;/span&gt;logo there. HAHAHA. Awkward shit la wey. Poor rabbit. =/ LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the whole afternoon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dozing off&lt;/span&gt;. I swear I needa sleep earlier. =/ But then, I have the mood to blog only during late nights like right now. It's actually 0202, I started this post at 1159. lol. And I was actually counting my brother's soft crocodile-bolster's stripes wey. Imagine THAT. -.- I was uber bored, so errr. Yeah. Went to my cousin's cafe again at night. The food's okay and everything, except for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;lamb chop&lt;/span&gt;. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looks &lt;/span&gt;really good, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smells &lt;/span&gt;awesome too. But the moment you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on it..... Whoa, it's like you're looking at the future of foods here. The pieces of lamb in your mouth, imagine, are as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;chewy&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;as bubble gum or smth. No matter how you bite, no matter how hard you chomp on it, &lt;i&gt;it doesn't move a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;budge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. And I'm actually serious here. -________- Either the chef's lazy to tendonize the lamb, or my cousin got scammed. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwBDj0-HLSI/AAAAAAAABoQ/8vOfTsYjeE4/s1600-h/DSC02569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwBDj0-HLSI/AAAAAAAABoQ/8vOfTsYjeE4/s320/DSC02569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404393835638238498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah I know, it looks like some place for horror movies. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cream of mushroom soup ain't bad, although &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Campbell &lt;/span&gt;is clearly better. To me. =x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwBD_70EXOI/AAAAAAAABog/YXnOCWrncwk/s1600-h/DSC02575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwBD_70EXOI/AAAAAAAABog/YXnOCWrncwk/s320/DSC02575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404394318511496418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwBEAIUfM7I/AAAAAAAABoo/JFPLZGd8_M8/s1600-h/DSC02573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwBEAIUfM7I/AAAAAAAABoo/JFPLZGd8_M8/s320/DSC02573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404394321868698546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwBDkSmPT4I/AAAAAAAABoY/EpdNGdc9EVs/s1600-h/DSC02571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwBDkSmPT4I/AAAAAAAABoY/EpdNGdc9EVs/s320/DSC02571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404393843591171970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;smoothie&lt;/span&gt;'s.. okay. Not that smooth, but still acceptable I guess. Maybe they should call it. Idk, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roughie&lt;/span&gt;? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwBJRDrLK-I/AAAAAAAABo4/mrhIaZciMgs/s1600-h/DSC02576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwBJRDrLK-I/AAAAAAAABo4/mrhIaZciMgs/s320/DSC02576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404400110237592546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...MY EXTERNAL HARDDISK WITH ALL MY SHIT IN IT ARE GONE. Idk why, but I just can't get it to work, sure, it responds when I connect it to my lappy, the blue light flashes on. But the thing is, my lappy can't sense it there! WTF?! I tried connecting it to the other computers but everything's the sameeeeeeeeee. :(((((( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My collection of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;musiccccc&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ALBUMSSS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;PICTURESSS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;PSP ISOSSS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;DS ROMSSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;MOVIESSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VIDEOSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no I'm not exaggerating here, I was really wtf'ed when it didn't respond after so many tries. -.- Shit laa. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The Script&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The Fray&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The Afters&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Trading Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This Beautiful Republic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Secondhand Serenade&lt;/span&gt; AND MY OTHER &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;50GB+&lt;/span&gt; WORTH OF SONG ALBUMS. GONEE. *cries* seriously. I needa get it fixed no matter what. Fcuk it. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So recently, Idk if it's just me, but people around me are hooking up with the people around them? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys know the song, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt; ft. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Is Better Than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwBJRQ8vY4I/AAAAAAAABpA/vuvWQPywdpI/s1600-h/boyslikegirls_v2_ult2222222221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwBJRQ8vY4I/AAAAAAAABpA/vuvWQPywdpI/s320/boyslikegirls_v2_ult2222222221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404400113800930178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember what you wore on our first day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You came into my life&lt;br /&gt;And I thought hey&lt;br /&gt;You know this could be something&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;br /&gt;You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left with nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, that song. It's pretty nice and stuff, yeah I know. It's a typical love-at-first-sight thing la. Two is better than one? Naaaah. I'd say it's the opposite. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;better &lt;/span&gt;than Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. You won't have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;heartbreaks&lt;/span&gt;, you won't have to go out so often if you don't feel like it, you won't feel so restricted to flirt and stuff, you won't needa worry bout your boy/girlfriend. I mean, let's be realistic. Nothing can last forever, not even a vampire boyfriend, and no, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Rob Pattinson&lt;/span&gt; still ain't hot. I mean, ahh, Idk, but I'm starting to stop caring so much dee I think. I don't know why, I don't know how. But I think that maybe I've stopped feeling so much. It's like, my emotions got frozen, or died somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-1&gt;2, part1. I'll continue &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;part2 &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow. And no, this ain't an emo post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwBHAtNt48I/AAAAAAAABow/HlonBz7R9K8/s1600-h/Lonely_by_Yozue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwBHAtNt48I/AAAAAAAABow/HlonBz7R9K8/s320/Lonely_by_Yozue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404397630307296194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Nothing to do, nowhere to be.&lt;br /&gt;I sip a little kind of free&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do, no one but me&lt;br /&gt;That's all I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-3961536715688760283?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/3961536715688760283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/3961536715688760283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2009/11/12-pt1.html' title='1&gt;2 pt.1'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/SwBDi216gVI/AAAAAAAABn4/LSbjFatR13c/s72-c/DSC02562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-1048894930690343205</id><published>2009-11-14T23:07:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:04:07.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipoh International School Open Day</title><content type='html'>OKAY. So I went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ipoh International School's Open Day&lt;/span&gt; today. I woke up at like. 6. Cause mum's setting up a burger stall there so uh, yeah. I wanted to hit the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Snooze &lt;/span&gt;button so badly the moment my school's anthem started playing.........it's the only song that can wake me up. Yeah, imagine how &lt;i&gt;good &lt;/i&gt;it sounds. -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to this place for food with my mum's colleagues first, and reached the school at about. 7+? Okay, so I was sitting around, waiting for people to come get me, people like. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kian Seng&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hui Zen&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mum &lt;/span&gt;was looking at me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the whole time&lt;/span&gt;, like she's expecting something to happen anytime to me. -___- aaaanyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kian Seng&lt;/span&gt; found me first, he walked me around the place, and uh. Till &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hui Zen&lt;/span&gt; arrived. Went around the place selling &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;BOOKMARKS&lt;/span&gt;. Please wey. 2BUCKS FOR ONE BOOKMARK? -_______________________________- It's amazing how he managed to sold every effin one of'em. HAHA. I feel so bad for not being the slave I was supposed to be. =x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kian Seng&lt;/span&gt;'s game stall was great I guess, I mean, reaping in profit like THAT weyy. Economics huh, gotta note that down. ;D He dragged me over to watch this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEBATE &lt;/span&gt;competition -.- and this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LITERATURE QUIZ&lt;/span&gt;. -.-.-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just so you huh&lt;/span&gt; Kian Seng&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHA. The main attraction of the place is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Tenby Got Talent&lt;/span&gt; show I guess. The kids are adorable. HAHA. But um, I prefer the older peeps' performance. Like the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Beyonce &lt;/span&gt;song by this dude called &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Nasyim&lt;/span&gt;? He has amazing vocals. And the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt; one too. :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT. The one that I was looking forward to the most was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Relish16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sv7eHJm0oXI/AAAAAAAABnI/O2ZIYlIl8jQ/s1600-h/DSC02555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sv7eHJm0oXI/AAAAAAAABnI/O2ZIYlIl8jQ/s320/DSC02555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404000817310376306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;. It's just that the amp kinda ruined everythinggg. Haha, well not exactly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;. You guys were rockin pretty good even without the singing. LOL &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;'s vocal was struggling to keep up to her guitar. LOL. Truth is, you guys lost cause of the amp like seriously. But don't worry, you guys still rock. :) The song was awesome, to be honest, I couldn't really make a sentence from what &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Grace &lt;/span&gt;was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shouting&lt;/span&gt;, but from the stuff I could BARELY make out, I'd say the song's pretty nice. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Maverick &lt;/span&gt;played a good lead guitar, shredding like that's woww. haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Derrick&lt;/span&gt;'s bass was um. Entertaining in a way. HAHHA. And the drummist, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jason &lt;/span&gt;was great. I think I'll go learn how to play the drums next time. Gahh. I saw C, G, Am then I walked to the other side cuz it was really ear piercing. =x You guys were great, don't worry. It's just cause of the amp, otherwise you guys would've won. I want the video of themmmm. GO &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/relish16theband"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Relish16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="white-space: pre;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IoHxsOJcL9o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IoHxsOJcL9o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this song. :D Go record it! EP huh. I have just the stuff I think. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hui Zen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Grace &lt;/span&gt;and I went to grab some drinks, and went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hui Zen&lt;/span&gt;'s place right after &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Relish16 &lt;/span&gt;was done. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Kareem &lt;/span&gt;was performing.. and uh......................................................................... He was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okayy&lt;/span&gt;.. yeah. Played &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;WiiPlay&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Resident Evil &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;House of the Dead &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Grace &lt;/span&gt;on &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, and damn, for someone who didn't have games in her life, she sure kicks ass. -.- NOT THAT I LOST TO HER IN ZOMBIE SHOOTING OR ANYTHING OKAY. HAHA. Got screwed by &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for ditching her back at IIS. :( Sorrreee. Went back just in time to see the results for the talent show. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nasyrim&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Beyonce &lt;/span&gt;dude won &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first place&lt;/span&gt;, he's good. And this kid who sang &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm Yours&lt;/span&gt; won second place. ._. Uhh. Okayy.. Oh and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Annie &lt;/span&gt;woke up at 9+, saw her at about 11. LOL. Had a burger and a hotdog from mum's stand. Specially made for me okay. ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sv7eHnUz3SI/AAAAAAAABnQ/51d_99rpL-A/s1600-h/DSC02556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sv7eHnUz3SI/AAAAAAAABnQ/51d_99rpL-A/s320/DSC02556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404000825287892258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chatted around and stuff with the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sv7eH3S5X0I/AAAAAAAABnY/k2abKBrhTTQ/s1600-h/DSC02557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sv7eH3S5X0I/AAAAAAAABnY/k2abKBrhTTQ/s320/DSC02557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404000829574831938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, here's the list of people I remember: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hui Zen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kian Seng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Maverick&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Annie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Pauline&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Derrick&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Chang You&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Chang Lin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sara Amelia&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Dee&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't see &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Jamie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt; and the others, supringsingly. ._. Oh welll. Wanted to join them at &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Jusco &lt;/span&gt;at first, but I wasn't feeling well. -.- So er. yeah, came back home. =/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed today. :) You people are awesome compared to normal local school peeps. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and one more thing, I didn't take pictures. -______- I was shy, and I FORGOTTEN BOUT IT UNTIL THE VERY LAST MINUTE. So er. Bear with the unclear pics kay. Oh and I got a &lt;u&gt;free&lt;/u&gt; bookmark! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sv7eIlD2jeI/AAAAAAAABno/8TYNQRp7dkk/s1600-h/DSC02558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sv7eIlD2jeI/AAAAAAAABno/8TYNQRp7dkk/s320/DSC02558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404000841859763682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sv7e1sn89II/AAAAAAAABnw/IbfY2Ji4eTA/s1600-h/The_city_turns_Orange_by_gilad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sv7e1sn89II/AAAAAAAABnw/IbfY2Ji4eTA/s320/The_city_turns_Orange_by_gilad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404001616984339586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;In the land of hopes and dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Where everything possible is happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Don't let go of what you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;welcome to the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116255052012920838-1048894930690343205?l=u-guan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1048894930690343205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116255052012920838/posts/default/1048894930690343205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-guan.blogspot.com/2009/11/ipoh-international-school-open-day.html' title='Ipoh International School Open Day'/><author><name>U-Guan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921935626491843420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCpbo0IjfI/ToWhVD2jgJI/AAAAAAAACPw/YbhOLZpwrHg/s220/296573_10150329309479076_797564075_7806473_759223041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Sv7eHJm0oXI/AAAAAAAABnI/O2ZIYlIl8jQ/s72-c/DSC02555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116255052012920838.post-611594159546179632</id><published>2009-11-13T00:14:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T01:19:27.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012, movie day!</title><content type='html'>Went out with them people again today.&lt;br /&gt;Loong, Annie, BryanC, L, Jovin and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at what, FRICKIN' &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8AM &lt;/span&gt;JUST TO GET MY DAD'S PERMISSION BEFORE HE HEADS TO WORK. If it was a normal day, I swear I can't even make 9. What more EIGHT?! IN THE MORNING? Dammit, you people know I sacrifice how much anot. EVERYTHING THAT'S GOOD IN LIFE la okay-sleeping. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SO. Went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BryanC&lt;/span&gt;'s to meet up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BryanL &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Jovin&lt;/span&gt;, then went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jusco &lt;/span&gt;for breakfast at &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Takahashi &lt;/span&gt;or something, we met up with a cockroach the other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw7bNfqpWI/AAAAAAAABlI/ND0N3FemMW4/s1600-h/1111200910680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw7bNfqpWI/AAAAAAAABlI/ND0N3FemMW4/s320/1111200910680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403258991602738530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw8-x5a2BI/AAAAAAAABmI/D-QMi9QA8vU/s1600-h/DSC02545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw8-x5a2BI/AAAAAAAABmI/D-QMi9QA8vU/s320/DSC02545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403260702181480466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw8-nOYzzI/AAAAAAAABmA/JJxy5LlIyag/s1600-h/DSC02544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw8-nOYzzI/AAAAAAAABmA/JJxy5LlIyag/s320/DSC02544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403260699316637490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Jovin&lt;/span&gt;. Japanese PIZZA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw8-JHqaWI/AAAAAAAABl4/F8yq6qin7Mg/s1600-h/DSC02543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw8-JHqaWI/AAAAAAAABl4/F8yq6qin7Mg/s320/DSC02543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403260691235367266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyway, the food's nice and all, but the price, ohmaigawrsh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Loong &lt;/span&gt;paid &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIRTY FIVE BUCKS man, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;THIRTY FIVE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; Oh and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;BryanL &lt;/span&gt;paid like what, 39? (Yeah I did this on purpose. Heh.) but 15% tax is shit, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Annie &lt;/span&gt;to arrive, and we watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw9Q7qQJNI/AAAAAAAABmg/TzshIMSBUwI/s1600-h/2012+movie+poster_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 339px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw9Q7qQJNI/AAAAAAAABmg/TzshIMSBUwI/s320/2012+movie+poster_22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403261014039864530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw9RbuhIvI/AAAAAAAABmw/WJtRl6XL6Bc/s1600-h/2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw9RbuhIvI/AAAAAAAABmw/WJtRl6XL6Bc/s320/2012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403261022647689970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw9RH2K0bI/AAAAAAAABmo/8g-pnkXTjSE/s1600-h/2012+Movie+Roland+Emmerich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw9RH2K0bI/AAAAAAAABmo/8g-pnkXTjSE/s320/2012+Movie+Roland+Emmerich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403261017311072690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw9QuUMffI/AAAAAAAABmY/E7hSldsccQ8/s1600-h/2012+John+Cusack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw9QuUMffI/AAAAAAAABmY/E7hSldsccQ8/s320/2012+John+Cusack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403261010457689586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The movie's downright awesome for an apocalypse. I felt like crying throughout the movie wey. There are just so many scenes that were touching, like when the president wanted the daughter to leave just so he can broadcast his message, the pianist who phoned his son, Adrian while on a cruise, and lots more. It was really really really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;touching&lt;/span&gt;. And the other stuff was the scary parts. I mean, to see all of what humans built, the buildings and stuff, everything, crumbling away so easily. I just felt so. Hopeless to stop it, and ahh. Idk, I felt that everything's just so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fragile&lt;/span&gt;? =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so throughout the movie, I saw more than what was happening in the big screen, I observed the PEOPLE around me and guess what I saw at my left. We sat like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;BryanL &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Annie &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jovin &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Loong &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;BryanC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on my left's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Annie &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BryanL&lt;/span&gt;. GUESS WHAT THEY WERE DOING. I didn't notice at first until &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jovin &lt;/span&gt;went psst psst. LOL. Turns out, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;BryanC &lt;/span&gt;was busy with his own stuff as well. Lonely, lonely me. I think next time we sit, we should divide our seats to something like, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singles &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taken &lt;/span&gt;ones, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, back to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;. It's really nice, it's full of feelings, and action. Me likey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the fugly Russian president or something gave up his life for his kids...and he's as selfish as hell, I bet he'll trade his wife for that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bentley &lt;/span&gt;that has this sick&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; voice-control system&lt;/span&gt; if he can't afford it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw89Q_9X5I/AAAAAAAABlo/ywmtDdSwbY8/s1600-h/DSC02549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw89Q_9X5I/AAAAAAAABlo/ywmtDdSwbY8/s320/DSC02549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403260676170669970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of feelings, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Loong &lt;/span&gt;needs you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went around &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jusco &lt;/span&gt;after the movie, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;McDonalds &lt;/span&gt;for ice-cream, and the other shops in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Jusco&lt;/span&gt;, you know which &lt;i&gt;lah, &lt;/i&gt;either &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nike &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Giordano &lt;/span&gt;or smth smth one wert. It's not like Jusco's friggin' big or anything right. lol. Went to Jovin's place after that to chill for a while, cuz Jusco was um. Boring. Haha. We got chased off by his dad's phonecall really really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw7baEjv9I/AAAAAAAABlQ/Iu9vKWFUP6s/s1600-h/DSC02550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw7baEjv9I/AAAAAAAABlQ/Iu9vKWFUP6s/s320/DSC02550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403258994978701266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw7a561QfI/AAAAAAAABlA/zUv9Uw4LI2Y/s1600-h/1111200910685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw7a561QfI/AAAAAAAABlA/zUv9Uw4LI2Y/s320/1111200910685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403258986347971058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, Idk, but this is sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back for snooker and a bit of cyber cafe, then &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;McDonalds &lt;/span&gt;for fries and to just chill with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Henry &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Annie &lt;/span&gt;after everyone else left. Chatted, ate, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gastric'ed&lt;/span&gt;, quarreled.. yeah, it wasn't bad. Lol. Okay, so my parents came to get me after the um. 1hr delay? to my cousin brother's cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw893hP_eI/AAAAAAAABlw/pUHm-kmcZQ4/s1600-h/DSC02551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw893hP_eI/AAAAAAAABlw/pUHm-kmcZQ4/s320/DSC02551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403260686510849506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grand &lt;/span&gt;opening of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Taste Good Cafe&lt;/span&gt; today(I KNOW RIGHT. TASTE GOOD? OH COME ONNN). yeah, &lt;u&gt;GRAND&lt;/u&gt;. opening. I don't wanna comment further bout it, but um. Lucky for you guys you didn't come cuz ERRRRR. Well, you know what I wanna say &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came back home really really soon after that. I love my pillow. &lt;3&gt;SO, the moral of the story &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, is to always, ALWAYS believe the crap that seemingly whackjob deejays like this dude broadcast on the radio/tells you face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw_qlSIKZI/AAAAAAAABnA/pDDA42NWIak/s1600-h/woody-harrelson-and-john-cusack-in-2012-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw_qlSIKZI/AAAAAAAABnA/pDDA42NWIak/s320/woody-harrelson-and-john-cusack-in-2012-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403263653732952466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. The world IS ending&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anddd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;huizen &lt;/span&gt;says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;oh my gosh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I LOVE YOUR BLOG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I READ IT ON A DAILY BASIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it's my HAVEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i can live without it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dun take my ecstasy away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;T____________T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;GOES CRAZY AND SCREAMS NUTS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;heheh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw9QSwp4CI/AAAAAAAABmQ/KL2LutSB5n4/s1600-h/2012+banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Addy388mkJs/Svw9QSwp4CI/AAAAAAAABmQ/KL2LutSB5n4/s320/2012+banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403261003060863010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:verdana;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby you know that&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time for miracles&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I ain't giving up on love&lt;br /&gt;You know that&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time for miracles&lt;br /&gt;C
